The Girl He Marked

Chapter 21

Oberon's POV.

I unlock the gate and uncuff her. True to her word, she doesn't try anything and dutifully follows me out

of the cells.

She's barefoot on the ground but refuses to put on her heels. I ask one of the guards to find her some

spares shoes.

I lead her to the downstairs bathroom and hand her everything. I wait outside the door as she freshens

up.

When she comes out ten minutes later, she has showered and cleaned her teeth. She's washed off the

make—up and now her bare face is revealed to me.

She's fucking beautiful.

'You're beautiful,' I tell her, unable to stop myself.

She blushes and won't meet my eyes. I frown as I see that she has refused to wear my shirt and is

back in her skimpy clothing.

The guard brought her a pair of flip flops, and she wears them as I take her back to the cells. I don't

want to put her back in them, but I don't trust her not to run yet.

I follow her into the cell. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

'I spoke to your sister, Paige. She's coming over to the territory this evening,' I tell her.

Phoebe glares. 'You invited my sister to come here'

I shrug. 'Yes. I think she wants to see you.'

My little mate scowls and takes a threatening step towards me. I smirk and meet her in the middle.

'Careful, little mate, I can have you in those cuffs again in a second,' I warn her, amusement in my

voice.

She narrows her eyes at me. 'You wouldn't dare.'

I chuckle. 'You know I would.'

'Don't you dare touch me, I'm not yours.'

That pisses me and my wolf off.

'You are mine,' I snap at her. 'Just as I am yours.'

She bares her teeth at me. 'I belong to no one.'

I growl and grab her wrists. I hold them above her head and pin her against the wall. She tries to

struggle, but I grab the cuffs and clip them around her wrists easily.

She tugs on them and growls in frustration. A foot shorter than me, she glares up at me.

'You are mine,' I tell her again.

A sweet smell hits me and I almost fall over at the scent. My teeth elongate and I'm instantly hard in my

jeans.

She's aroused.

I think my little mate likes me dominating her. Or at least, her body does.

When I look at her, she seems to be fighting an internal battle. Her body wants this, and her mind is

fighting it.

'Does my little mate like being tied up' I ask her huskily, my voice thick with desire.

She squirms against the wall and refuses to meet my eyes.

'No,' she mumbles petulantly.

'I think you do. In fact, I know you do. I can smell it.'

She blushes a dark shade of pink.

Our eyes meet and desire races through me. I want her, bad.

I've waited years to find her and here she is, completely at my mercy, chained up.

Her hazel eyes drop to my lips, and she runs her tongue over her bottom lip. I can barely contain the

low growl at the back of my throat.

I grab the back of her neck and capture her lips with mine. She moans as our lips touch and the little

devil kisses me back. Her lips move perfectly against mine.

I grip her hair tightly, holding her exactly where I want her as I push my tongue into her mouth. She

moans around it and then hesitantly nudges her tongue against mine.

I struggle to hold myself back. The way her tongue is caressing mine makes me want to take her right

here.

With one hand gripping her hair, I slide the other down her body, feeling her curves. She makes a

mewling sound and presses her body closer to mine. I take that as encouragement, and I slide my

hand up her top.

My hand cups her bare breast and she gasps into the kiss. My fingers graze the ring through her nipple

and surprise fills me. I feel the nipple piercing again, running my fingers over the ring in fascination.

Phoebe seems to like her nipple being played with, because she rubs herself against me unashamedly.

I break the kiss and pull back. Phoebe looks up at me with lust—filled eyes, her lips parted and

swollen.

'How can you say you don't want me as your mate' I ask her and her face quickly turns from aroused to

piss off. 'How can you kiss me like that and say you don't want me'

Phoebe glares stubbornly. 'I am not your mate.'

It's a stupid comment. She knows it's not true and she knows it will piss me off, but she says it anyway.

I grab her chin and force her to look me in the eyes.

'Tell me that you don't want me,' I demand.

She glares at me for a few seconds before growling in frustration. She can't lie to me convincingly and

we both know it.

She leans up on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine, surprising me.

I kiss her back, holding the back of her neck so that I can keep her in place. My other hand roams her

body. I slide my hand under her top and feel as if her other nipple is pierced. It is, too. I play with the

piercing, gently pulling on it.

Phoebe moans into my mouth and I don't stop. I push her top up, over her breasts. I break the kiss to

shout over my shoulder.

'Leave us!' I order the guards.

As soon as I hear the door close, I kiss Phoebe again. With her breasts exposed to me, I squeeze and

massage them, using both of my hands now.

Her desire is tangible. The scent of it fills the air and her beautiful body writhes against mine.

She isn't protesting, so I move my right hand lower, to her skirt. She makes no move to stop me as I lift

it up, to her waist. I push her thong to one side and part her lower lips with my finger.

She's soaking.

Dripping wet, all for me.

I growl into the kiss and push two fingers inside her. She gasps and keens against me in response.

With my body pinning her against the wall, I begin pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her juices coat

my fingers and drip down my hand. She loves it.

It doesn't take long to have her coming apart at my touch. She moans my name against my lips and

her little body shakes. It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever witnessed.

I'm addicted instantly, wanting to see it again and again.

I can feel my control slipping. My wolf wants to mark her and mate her, right now. She doesn't seem to

be wanting me to stop.

Her hands tug against her restraints and she growls in frustration. I'm tempted to untie her, but this

might be a trick to get me to do so. I leave her cuffed and a part of her likes it.

I start moving my fingers and soon, I make her come again. This time her hips move back and forth,

fucking my fingers.

'More,' she demands huskily.

Her voice is filled with desire, her eyes are almost black with arousal. The pupils so dilated there is

barely any of her irises visible.

I can't deny her, even if I wanted to. The way she's looking at me…I feel as though I'm burning.

It's not with hate or annoyance for once. The emotions swirling in her eyes are pure lust and need.

She needs me.

I should take a moment to think about this, to make the right call. I should realize that she might just be

using me. I should consider that, maybe, I don't want our first time to be in my holding cells.

I should talk to her properly, find out what Alpha Harrison did to her. I should wait for her twin to arrive

so that they can talk and clear things up.

But I don't do any of those things.

Instead, I undo my jeans.

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