Chapter 0750

Jackson's silence is long. Too long.

I whip my face back to him, my mouth a grim line.

His expression is...carefully blank.

"Oh no," I whisper, slumping down, my hand whipping up to cover the mark. "You hate it —"

"Ari," he sighs, scowling and swatting at my forearm, attempting to knock my hand aside. "Don't do that - I don't hate it -"

"You do!" I protest, a little more devastated than I thought I'd be, even if I knew this was coming. I mean, he can't like it, can he?

"I don't hate it!" Jacks insists, laughing at me a little as I stubbornly keep the mark covered and frown at him, leaning away. "Seriously, Ari, it's fine."

"It's fine?"

He laughs again, giving up the attempt to pull my hand away and leaning back against the pillows. "Do you want me to lie and say I think it's my new favorite feature?"

I narrow my eyes. "Well then tell me what you really think."

my hand and Jackson leans forward a

my words. It's

kicking

and grabbing my leg, using it to haul me closer to him. "Besides, when I was at your place

"How the hell did she come into

lap, even as I go limp

and wrapped up in his arms. "Sera told me," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair. "That if I don't have anything nice to say...I shouldn't say anything at all. So. It's precisely fine. That was very wise, by the way, how did a little girl come up with something

groan at the realization of the truth - that he really doesn't like it. I mean, not that I expect or want

- I mean

hates

has to look at it every day for the

no," I moan, covering it again with my hand. "It's very

he murmurs, cuddling me closer and dropping kisses to my hair. "It's simply...not to my taste."

one for when people try to feed me duck liver," he murmurs, "or mark my mate with an uneven bite very high

burst out laughing and smack Jackson on the shoulder, and then I sigh when I take in the full meaning of his words - that it truly is

arms. "I'm serious, Ari, you shouldn't be worried about what I think," he murmurs. "Feel how you want to feel about

my head, wondering how he can be so good - so even tempered and sweet despite the Alpha impulses that must be hating, every second, the idea of another man's mark on my body. Honestly, when the Goddess

murmurs. "It

a bit still. "Faded?" I ask, looking up

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