Isabella POV
I’d skipped my workout and the work I’d planned to do in my sanctuary. I never made the call to my priestess to go over some things I’d read in one of my old texts. Nothing that I had planned to do that morning got done. It was much more important to me to show Drake how sorry I was for the way I’d acted and how much his gesture meant to me. I may not have put that mark on him myself, but it would do the job just the same. It was a symbol of our mate bond. A beacon to anyone who might have designs on my mate, that he was really and truly off the market.
“Darlin’, I’ll get a million tattoos, if it means I’ll get a reaction like that for each one,” Drake said as we lay sprawled over the bed sweating and panting after a very energetic third round.
I barely had the energy to la
