Pleasure coursed through my body as Thayer’s canines sank deeper and deeper inside me. My legs trembled. I curled my fingers into his muscular shoulders and let out an unsteady breath.
“You … you marked me,” I whispered.
When Thayer pulled away, his teeth were covered in my blood, like mine must’ve been with his earlier. He licked his lips clean, eyes rolling back into his head, then drew his tongue across his mark to close the wound.
He curled his fingers into my body, a small smile stretching across his face. “Yeah, I did. And I should’ve f*****g done it sooner. No more pissing off and listening to Calder. You’re my f*****g mate, too, and that was the best f*****g thing I’ve ever experienced.”
Heart racing, I laid my head on his chest and relaxed against his body. When the pack house
