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Forty-Nine

Gia

"You're making a huge fuss over nothing. I think it looks awesome," Kian complimented as I observed my sore butt in the mirror.

I turned to him, outraged. "It's easy for you to say. You're not the one who's struggling to sit down!"

His expression pinched with remorse. "Sorry, darlin'." The contrite tone of his voice told me he meant it. "I figured you wouldn't want a big ugly scar on your throat."

My heart clenched, worried that I had offended him. It was his mark. He gave it to me. How could I not love it?

"Kian, there's nothing ugly about it. I love your mark. Do you like the one I gave to you? Do you think it's ugly?" Now I was paranoid.

His hand flew to the side of his neck, his eyes flaring wide. "No . . . no way. I'm proud of my mating mark."

My teeth marks left a dainty little wound compared to his. My ass looked as if a great white shark had mauled me.

"I just don't get why you chose to bite me on the ass, that's all," I replied, baffled by it.

Kian pushed up from the bed
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