Marissa
I pressed the tip of my nose into the curve of Justin’s neck, and a shiver went through me. The urge to bite him, to mark him, to show that he was mine grew almost too strong.
He was firm and strong everywhere—from his muscles to the hardness poking through his pants. I could tell he wanted this as much as I did. But there was also caution in him. A strong, protective caution, caused by the person who had hurt me.
I turned and went into the room, my legs feeling heavy. Justin sat on the single chair, his eyes watching me as I carefully sat on the edge of the bed.
“I need a favor,” I said softly. “It’s the first one I’ve ever asked.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Looking for reasons to keep me here?”
I rolled my eyes.
“There are new employees from my pack. I need one person in parti
