“You want to fuck me,” I said. River’s finger stilled. “I want to do more than that, little finch. I want to mark you, sink my teeth into that pretty, soft flesh and leave bruises behind. Not because I want to hurt you. Because I want everyone to see my mark on you and know that you’re mine. Especially Shepherd. I didn’t like the way he was looking at you tonight. I don’t like the way anyone looks at you. Every time they do, all I can think about is biting that pretty neck and sucking on the bruise until it blooms. I want to hold my teeth over your pulse and feel it flutter for me. I want you
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