Marked by My Teammate

He tangles his hand in the hair at the base of my head and pulls, exposing my throat. I gasp as he tugs my collar open and leans in, finding the place he marked me earlier and running his tongue over it. He mouths the flesh of my neck, and I roll his hips as he speaks against my skin. “Don't forget who you belong to.” Malcolm Blackwood. Tall. Grumpy. Emotionally repressed. Hot as hell. I can have anyone I want, but I want him. We have an agreement; my body and complete obedience for his...

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