“He’s marked you.” She frowned, looking down at herself. “I can smell it,” Tohr said. “The warning’s all over you.” “Warning?” “As if you were his shellan.” “His what?” “His mate. That scent on your skin sends a powerful message to other males.” So she’d been right. About the sex they’d had and what it meant. That really shouldn’t please me as much as it does, she thought.
