Page 137 of Marked By the Alpha's Son
“I—I guess I hadn’t thought about it.”
“We don’t have to do it right now, I didn’t mean to say we should—”
“Yes,” he says, meeting my eyes with new intensity.
I swallow the baseball in my throat. “Yes?”
He nods, determined.
“Yes, Maximilian Remus, I would be honored to bear your mark.”
“Wait, wait, wait, is this just the moonlight talking? Or is it the long-distance thing, or—”
“No,” he says. “I don’t need moonlight to know I love you, and I will go on loving you long after the moon stops shining. I want you to mark me—tonight—now.”
I can’t stop shaking my head in disbelief, but I also can’t stop smiling.
Neither can he.
“I want it more than anything,” he says, leaning closer, growling softly. “Mark me, Bonehead.”
I can’t believe he just ...
My fangs elongate and a growl rolls in my throat. “You know I hate it when you call me that.”
Jasper grins and tilts his head to the side, exposing the soft skin of his neck, inviting me in.
“Mark me, Max.”
And in the pale light of the moon ...
I sink my teeth into him.
