“No.” Roland wasn’t a swimmer, but any time he stripped off his shirt, his mark would be obvious. “It needs to be somewhere that’s hidden when you’ve removed your clothes.”
My mate put his hands on his hips. “And where would that be, smarty pants? Inside me? I don’t see how that’s possible.”
“What about on the sole of your foot?”
Roland gave me a look. Yeah, it was unusual, but so was he. He was a freaking unicorn, a mythical animal of which only a few existed in the shifter world.
“But I can’t show it off. I can hardly shove my foot in someone’s face and tell them I’m mated.”
“And that’s a good thing.” I pointed to the shower. No way was I marking his dirty stinky foot after walking around all day. I thought unicorns were supposed to be really clean, but my mate wasn’t fussed about a bit of dirt.
I marched him toward the bathroom as he grumbled and called me a dictator, and when he emerged, he was naked. Say what you want about unicorns, they were well endowed.
Roland lay on the bed, and I sat near his feet and stroked them. “Left or right?”
“You choose.”
My bear’s claws extended, and he scraped the sole of my mate’s left foot. I mopped up the trickle of blood with my shirt before kissing his foot.
“Your foot is forever mine.”
“What about the rest of me?” He lifted his head and stared at his cock.
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ROLAND
“Your foot is forever mine.”
“What about the rest of me?” I lifted my head and shamelessly stared at his cock.
I expected my foot to hurt with the marking. I was bleeding, the scent of the blood tickling my nose, but it wasn’t pain I felt. I was horny and needy to the point that slick pooled at my entrance. I’d never been this turned on before, not even when I gave him a blowjob, and that had me nearly coming in my pants.
It was so much more than a visual sign of our bond. Despite only one of us being marked, I felt tethered to my alpha in a way I hadn’t before. True, I’d felt the connection at first scent, but this was deeper. So much deeper.
His,my unicorn said.
All his.
Never in my life had I belonged. Not in my family. Not in my herd. And suddenly, I was completely my mate’s in a way that was so much more.
“Oh, I’m keeping all of you.” His eyes roamed my body, his tongue wetting his lip. “Don’t you worry. You’re all mine.”
I flexed my foot, loving that the skin still pulled a tad where it was healing, allowing me to feel the place where he’d declared me his. I hadn’t really loved the idea of being marked on the bottom of my foot when it first came up, but now that I was, I liked that it was special. I’d never met another shifter marked that way.
Just like my mate had said, I could hide it away, or I could share it to all who passed by.
My herd had always looked down on me, and here this alpha was, looking at me like I was the most important person on this planet. It was difficult not to look away, the power of that glance nearly too much.
“Does it hurt?”
“No. Not at all.” It had when I got it, but that morphed almost instantly. “Why? Are you worried it’ll hurt when I mark you?” I said it with a teasing tone, but I was a little worried. I didn’t know anyone who was marked by a unicorn, and I wasn’t sure what my beast was going to do when the time came. It honestly sounded a little stabby to me.
“Not worried at all. I’m looking forward to it.”
“I can’t wait either. But first, you have a few too many clothes on.” Any amount of clothing was too much.
We both made quick work of his clothing, leaving the two of us standing there naked, hard, and needy. I wasn’t sure where to begin. Did I mark him first, like he marked me? Did I kiss him first the way I longed to? How did I even mark him, if it was amark-first situation? I anticipated my unicorn pushing for me to mark him and taking over, but my own desire for this sexy naked alpha far overshadowed it.
