I lean back against Zane's solid chest, my legs wobbly and unreliable beneath me. Without his arm locked around my waist, I'd collapse to the floor in an undignified heap. The bite mark on my neck pulses with strange heat that radiates through my entire body, sparking unfamiliar sensations that make me want to squirm. Through the fresh bond between us, I feel the echo of his satisfaction, his possessiveness, alien emotions that don't belong to me but somehow exist in my mind anyway.
And worse, I can feel his arousal pressed hard against my lower back, an unmistakable reminder of what claiming really means.
'It's done,' Nyx whispers in my mind, her tone holding something dangerously close to contentment. 'We're claimed. Protected.'
'Owned,' I correct silently, but the protest lacks convi
