Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man-Chapter 27: Master’s Mark

Reed’s POV

I came to school early—just to see him.

Blaze and I had already exchanged a few blows over the pretty boy before we were forced to separate. We couldn’t afford to let anyone see us fighting—especially not over a lowly human. And a male one, at that.

We both looked down at him, passed out cold from fear, his pale skin tainted by Blaze’s bite. That disgusting leech had already sunk his fangs into him,sucking his blood. I hated it. But Blaze wasn’t done—he still wanted to take him home.

Like hell I’d let that happen.

Blaze snorted, tossing the unconscious boy to me like he was nothing but a discarded rag. "Enjoy," he sneered. "Just don’t kill him. I’ve already been claimed him as mine to my kind."

Claimed. As if the boy was nothing more than a personal blood bag.

The bastard wanted him for himself. But I knew better. I knew what Blaze was doing. He was waiting, looking for the right moment to get rid of me, to have the boy all to himself.

I wasn’t stupid. I wanted him just as badly.

But my situation was... different. Everyone knew I liked women.

Blaze could hide behind his hunger, pretend his obsession was nothing more than thirst. But what the hell could I say? What excuse did I have for wanting to sink my teeth into him? For craving his body, his scent—his submission?

I refused to accept it even though my stupid wolf pushed me.

So my wolf and I came to an agreement. He’d be nothing more than a sex slave. That was it. That was all. Just a fuck toy.

That should’ve been enough.

But when I carried him back to his place that night, something unsettled me.

He was too beautiful.

Not in a masculine way. Not like the warriors or fighters I had been surrounded by my whole life. No. The boy was fucking beautiful in the worst kind of way. In the way that made my instincts scream to claim him. In the way that made my wolf snarl possessively at the thought of anyone else touching him.

Too bad he lacked tits and a sweet little cunt.

Still... his lips were full, inviting.

His ass was round, tight—I squeezed it once, twice, on my way to dropping him off. Perfect.

If he hadn’t been unconscious, I would’ve made him put that pretty mouth to use. Just the thought of it—his soft lips wrapped around my cock, those wide, terrified eyes looking up at me, struggling to take it all—fuck.

At first, I resented it.

Never in my life had I imagined another man on his knees for me. But I had come to terms with it. Maybe after fucking him once or twice, my body would get over this sick obsession.

So yeah, I left him in his bed that night. I walked away. For now.

But today, I waited for him. I wanted him.

And the little son of a bitch ditched school.

Blaze must have scared the little guy off last night. Figures.

Didn’t matter. Hunting him down would be even more fun.

I tracked him by that damned pull in my chest—the one that led me straight to him, no matter where he ran. And his scent. Fuck, that scent. Intoxicating. Addictive. Mine.

I found him in the library, standing on his toes, desperately reaching for a book on the top shelf. His tiny frame stretched, fingers barely grazing the edges.

And that ass—

That perfect, round ass.

My eyes locked onto it, and before I could even think, I was hard.

How the fuck did a guy have an ass like that? Tighter, rounder than any woman’s I’d ever had. And the way he moved, completely unaware of the predator behind him—irresistible.

Perfect.

I stepped closer, pressing against him. Slow. Deliberate. Letting him feel me—all of me.

And fuck, I got even harder when his body tensed. Frozen. Trapped. He knew.

He could feel it.

The stupid little human had doused himself in garlic.

I let out a low chuckle.

Must have Googled it.

How fucking adorable.

Too bad for him—garlic doesn’t work on me.

And it sure as hell won’t save him from Blaze.

I pressed harder against him, feeling him shrink under me.

Weak. Small. Mine.

I taunted him about skipping school, because fuck—I loved how fucking scared he got.

The way his small, helpless body tensed against mine. The way his breath hitched when I rubbed my throbbing cock against that fine little ass. freёweɓnovel.com

But then the little shit had to open his mouth.

"Blaze found me before you did."

My entire body went rigid.

Red. Blinding, seething red.

That cunning, bloodsucking bastard.

My wolf lost it.

The little control I had snapped, and before I could stop myself, I bit him.

Hard.

He screamed, and fuck, that sound sent a rush of satisfaction through me.

My mark burned into his skin—not a mate mark. Fuck no. I had enough control to stop that from happening.

This was different.

This was the mark of a master. A brand.

Wolves knew what it meant.

He’s mine now.

Now, every other wolf would smell my scent on him. Know he was my fucking toy.

Great. Just great.

Now people would know I was fucking guys.

Not like they’d say shit. I’m the King of Alphas’ heir. They’d keep their fucking opinions to themselves.

Still, my fury hadn’t settled.

The little human had lied to me.

I had asked how Blaze punished him—fully expecting to hear something depraved, something that would make my blood boil even more.

But instead—

Nothing.

The little fucker was still innocent.

His mouth was still untouched.

And I would be the one to take it away.

Fuck. I fucking loved it.

Even though rage still simmered inside me—the audacity. The fucking nerve of him to lie to me.

I looked down at him.

Defenseless. Trapped. Mine.

"On your knees, pretty boy," I ordered.

And fuck, was I going to enjoy this.