Marissa
There was no claiming bite. No mark left on my skin. No declaration that the bond had been sealed. Just heat, hunger, and the sharp ache of absence where his teeth should have been.
I wanted to say something. To scream Why won’t you just bite me and end this? But I couldn't.
Stupid me. He couldn’t feel the bond.
I pulled away from his embrace before I did something reckless, like beg him to mark me.
Straightening my dress, I turned to face him. “So, are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you, or do I need to start listing possibilities? Because I have a few theories, and I’m very creative.”
He chuckled while zipping up his pants. “That’s a dangerous offer, sweetheart. I’d have to sit through all the ridiculous things running through that mind of yours.”
Sweetheart.
