THRID PERSON POV
"I can't promise that I will hold myself from marking you," Alpha Chase groaned. His veins were more prominent than when he was mad at Anya.
His hand that was on Anya’s neck slowly grazed his fingertips against her neck.
"Then don't," Anya moaned. Her reply, said with sincerity and truth, sounded like a shock to her mate, who stopped his fingertip movement immediately, as he looked at her desperately for confirmation of her answer.
"Are you sure?" he asked again, desperately pleading inwardly for Anya not to change her mind.
"Do you want me to change my mind?" she asked with a sly smile, the smile spreading to the Alpha's face.
Without wasting any time, the Alpha carried Anya, the scent of her arousal already intoxicating him. He closed the distance between them on t
