The Rider's Mark

It was early in the morning when Declan began tattooing me with his chosen mark. He had me sit on his lap with a light shining on my back as I held up my hair for him. Each time he cut deep enough to make me bleed, he’d lean forward and kiss my shoulder or tell me how much he loved me.

He drew it on first, so it didn’t take him long to use his scalpel to slice open my skin, and then he applied the