Tali's POV
Brushing my hair aside from the back of my neck, I feel his lips glance over the sensitive line of my throat, and then the firm flick of his tongue against my mate's bite has me gasping with pleasure.
I had no idea how sensitive a mate bite would be since no one ever told me. Not that I expected Uncle to tell me a thing.
"You're mine," he growls against my neck. "Mine."
He moves now, lifting his body, which is lying flush against mine.
Thinking he's letting me up, I rise onto my hands and knees. But I don't get any further than that.
One of Dayne's hands slides around my front, up between the valleys of my breasts, while the other squeezes my hip. Just once, but hard enough for me to know it's nothing less than a warning.
Immediately, I stopped moving.
The hand on my hi
