He swallows and compresses his lips. I know what he wants. What he’s asking. I think I’m already his, though. And he’s already mine. “Please,” he says, gruff and deep. I nod, and I turn my head. “Yours,” I agree. With a growl from his wolf, he sinks his fangs into my neck, claiming me. I whimper in pain, and his distress floods the bond.
