As soon as Little Flame had taken a sip, she’d been marked. My essence was planted inside her, forever. No longer would I need to track her by scent. I would know where she was at all times, an invisible leash that tethered her to me. Gods, did I love that mental image. I could say my actions were justified by my concern for Scarlett’s safety as the object of my fascination. But that didn’t stop my cock from hardening as soon as her throat bobbed and my blood slid inside her. She didn’t know it yet, but she was mine.
why do I love that
