Sloane's POV
Vincenzo nuzzled my neck hungrily, his tongue finding the sensitive spot at my nape. He traced the pulsing skin there with slow, lingering strokes.
"One day," he whispered, "I'll mark you right here."
My body shuddered as my heart raced out of control, filling me with unexpected longing.
Every werewolf grew up dreaming of being marked by their mate. It was supposed to be the most incredible experience in the world.
But Vincenzo didn't know I had four mates. If he marked me, would this incredible feeling only be a quarter of what it could be?
I was not being dramatic here. I was genuinely stressed about this. What was I supposed to do with all four of them?
"You're mine. Mine..." he murmured against my ear, nibbling at my earlobe while holding me tight.
We slept late
