When London is finally found and he's working on claiming her, the Dark clan again interferes. She is taken but not to keep. The other shifter simply wants to scar her mark, the highest form of disrespect for a wolf shifter. She feels tainted afterward.
Brody stood with his hands in his pockets, staring up at her window. He could see her shadow behind the thin curtains. She was still watching him even though it had been about twenty minutes since she went inside.
If she had really called the cops, they would have been there by now. He cocked his head to the side, letting his smile show for her. He wanted her calm. Brody needed her to put a bit of trust in him. He was unsure of how much information was the right amount to offer this early, however.
Should he just come right out of the gate and explain the whole thing? His mark on her skin, him being a shifter, his triplet brothers, her becoming his slave? Brody’s smile faded some, and he moved his gaze down to the dewy grass. He was still uncertain how this was going to play out.
He slowly looked back up toward the window, but something was missing now. Her. There was no shadow behind the curtain, no eyes peering out between the part between them. Has she decided to call someone? Is she simply going to bed?
Brody took his hands out of his pockets, but before he could make any more decisions, the back door opened. Light flooded the backyard and there she stood. She cautiously walked forward. He smirked to himself when he noticed she had put on sweatpants.
“London.” She took a few more steps.
“What?” Brody walked toward her until they were only a few feet apart.
“London. That’s my name.”
Brody stood there and let her name and voice float through his mind. My pet, London. It was perfect. She was perfect. Now he just had to not screw it up. London folded her arms over her chest, looking mildly calmer than before she had retreated.
“Don’t make me regret telling you the truth.” Her eyes sparkled.
He closed the gap between them. “Never.”
* * * *
London couldn’t stop watching this man. The way his green eyes danced, the way his arms tensed, the way his black hair haphazardly lay across his forehead. He was mesmerizing in every way, and she knew there was much more to him than what she saw.
She absentmindedly rubbed the back of her neck, caught in his stare.
“Your mark.” Brody pointed at her neck.
“What?” She stilled her hand.
He stepped closer and reached up. London nervously stepped away from him, and he lowered his hand, looking disappointed. A bit of regret entered her. She lowered her hand, still watching him.
“The back of your neck. You have a mark. My mark.”
“What? How did you know about my birthmark? And what do you mean your mark?”
Brody inhaled a deep breath and looked as if he was debating with himself. A slow tingle started in her scar-like mark.
“It’d be better if I showed you.”
His words were making her nervous now. What did he have in mind when he said “show”? Was she stupid to already put this much trust in this stranger? Still, he hadn’t done anything yet to warrant mistrust.
London slowly nodded. Brody’s expression was stoical and serious as he returned the nod. He reached out, and London fought the urge to lean away from his hand. He lightly brushed her hair off her shoulder. What happened next almost floored her.
He gently ran his fingers over her birthmark, inundating her body with sensations and emotions. The tingle increased as a deep heat warmed her. Instant loyalty and even something that felt like obedience filled her heart.
London inhaled sharply and stared into Brody’s stunning emerald eyes. For a second, she felt completely connected to him in every way possible. Mind, heart, and body. The tingle that had started in her mark moved down between her legs.
Brody finally pulled his hand off her and stepped back. London rubbed her neck, looking at the ground. This man was special. Just to her, though?
She looked up at him. “Your mark?”
He still looked serious, but the harsh line of his mouth softened. “Should we go inside and talk?”
“No. Just tell me what this is about.” Her tone sounded harsh because she was getting more anxious.
Brody’s gaze bounced around her face and then briefly down her body. He was thinking. Making up lies?
Finally, his stare focused on her eyes. “London, you are part of a magic that you probably aren’t aware of. You are my marked mate. My one and only.”
“Mate?” She narrowed her eyes at him. If he was lying, he was bad at it. “That sounds like a…an animal or something.”
“Well…sort of.” He looked nervous now.
Brody raked his hand through his dark hair. London was more than confused, but there was no way she was walking away now without more of an explanation. She turned back and looked at her house.
“I need a drink.”
He exhaled. “Drop the towel.”
London’s arms tensed, and she anxiously repeated the motion of moving her dark hair off her shoulder. Her blue eyes were mesmerizing as they blinked rapidly. Brody tensed his own arms, dying to touch her.
“Pet, our game isn’t going to get any easier for you. Drop…the…towel.” His tone was commanding but not harsh.
Brody didn’t want any hints of anger in his commands. He wanted her anxious, though, certainly. He wanted her on tilt, not surefooted. He lowered his head, keeping constant eye contact with his mate.
London reached up and rubbed the back of her neck. Brody was aware that she could feel him more when there was sexual tension, especially if he was asserting his dominance over her. A crooked grin lifted his lips as she lowered her arm and simultaneously let go of the towel.
It fell to her feet, showing him her naked body. A low growl vibrated his chest as he let his stare move over her creamy skin. London shivered and lowered her gaze to the floor.
London shivered a second time when Brody lifted his hand and ran his fingers down her arm. She inhaled a quick, short breath, and he felt their connection deep inside. He ran his hand back up her arm, over her shoulder, and grabbed a handful of her damp hair.
Brody slowly pulled on it, tilting her head up. A sweet moan came off her lips as she stared into his eyes.
“Are you cold, little one?”
She simply stared at him for a moment. Was she worried her answer wouldn’t be correct?
Brody tugged on her hair a bit more, tilting her head farther. She again moaned softly.
“You don’t know, or are you asking me what you should say?” Again, there was no anger in his tone because there was no anger in him.
Her striking blue eyes darted back and forth, searching his face. She was getting worried about his reaction.
Brody cut her off by slowly pulling her hair again. London whimpered, and he had to take it off her lips. He swiftly bent down and kissed her. It was harsh, and she moaned against his lips as he worked his over hers. At last Brody pulled back, still holding her hair.
“Pet, I don’t need you to appease me.”
“Sorry.” She watched him intently.
“And I don’t need you to be sorry.”
He leaned down and took her lips again, but this time the kiss was softer and more emotional. He slowly released her hair, then took hold of her face. London reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders, but it was just for a split second.
Brody quickly pulled away from the kiss, grabbing her wrists. London gasped at his sudden movements, but that didn’t stop him. He pulled her arms behind her and pinned them to her back.
“I don’t believe you had permission to do that yet.”
Her eyes were wide as she lifted her chin. Her mouth fell open as she watched his face, her breathing heavy.
“On your knees, little one.”
* * * *
London’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment as she tried to slow her breathing. Brody had never been this intense with her before, and she was enjoying every second of it. He released her hands and she opened her eyes.
She took a shaky step back as he started to pull down his gray pants. His dick sprang free from the waistband, hard and intimidating. Brody stopped his pants at his knees and gripped his cock. London couldn’t take her eyes off it as he slowly stroked himself.
After a few seconds, Brody cleared his throat. London looked up, and he nodded at the floor. A shiver slid up her back as she watched him. He looked so commanding and hot as hell. And he’s mine. He was better than any daydream she’d ever come up with.
Her clit began to throb as she went to her knees. She looked up to stare into his green eyes, and a small smile lifted his lips. London swallowed loudly before reaching up and placing a hand on his thigh. He tensed and a slow moan flowed from him.
She leaned in, closing her eyes. London sucked his cock into her mouth, and his moan got louder. He smelled divine as she slid her mouth farther down his dick, sucking harder. Her fingers flexed on his leg as she pulled herself back, twirling her tongue around him.
Brody placed a hand on her shoulder. “London.”
She tilted her head but didn’t let his cock come fully out of her mouth. London stared up at him, and his body tensed again. She assumed he wanted to see her eyes. He wanted to connect with her on her knees. London pulled her face off him and grabbed his cock with her hand.
She stroked his wet cock as she looked up into his eyes. A small grin played on her lips as his jaw clenched. After stroking his cock several times, she gave him a bigger smile before returning her mouth to him.
London closed her eyes again and slid her lips down his dick. She sped up her pace of stroking and sucking, causing another deep moan from her man. Brody placed his hand on her head and slowly pushed it forward. His dick slid in deeper, and she felt her gag reflex start.
His cock was large and long. As he held her head still, her eyes began to water. Brody pushed her head down his dick a little more, and London placed both hands on his thighs.
“Uuummm, little one.”