Celeste Point of View
My body hummed with the fresh power of our bond, the silvery mark on my shoulder throbbing like a second heartbeat, sealing August's claim on me.
But as I lay there in his arms, sweat-slicked and spent, a fierce urge clawed its way up from deep within—my Lycan stirring, insistent and wild.
She demanded reciprocity, a balance to the union that would make it unbreakable.
I needed to mark him, to sink my teeth into his flesh and etch my essence into his soul, just as he had done to me.
The thought sent a shiver through me, igniting a fresh wave of heat between my thighs, my p***y still tender and slick from his earlier thrusts.
I shifted in his embrace, propping myself up on one elbow to gaze down at him.
His chest rose and fell steadily, those piercing eyes
