“You don’t thank your partner for making you come. That’s your mate’s job.” He buries his face against my neck and breathes deep, holding me tight against him. “And you’re mine now.” “Am I?” I hook one ankle behind his thigh, wanting to cling to him like a leech. “Oh yes,” Jrrru says with a chuckle. “There’s no getting rid of me now that I’ve got my scent all over you.” Good. Because I don’t want him going anywhere.
