I wasn’t aware that we were supposed to have a boyfriend talk. I bit you,” I said. He chuckled at me. “Ok, Sexy Stalker. Does that mean you’re my boyfriend in the hellhound world?” “It means you are mine. My mate. My pack. Mine.” “Does it?” he said, and I could feel claws in the question. “And it means I am yours, Quinton. Only yours.
