He held back a growl, teeth in his lip to prevent it from slipping out. A shake of his head and Marc mumbled, "Can't. Would only hurt you. Not change you." And he wasn't fond of that concept.
The question had him smirking against skin when he leaned closer, tongue darting out to lick a tiny spot. "You would." A long exhale and Marc growled, excited at the thought. "Fuck," he groaned. "We need to find you an Alpha."