We bathe in the creek near the spot where we had claimed the mating bond before going to meet the members of our pack. While standing underneath the small waterfall that brings water to the creek, I touch the aching spot right on top of the place where my neck meets my shoulder, feeling the indents of his teeth on my skin, and the pain transforms into a shiver of pleasure.
Laken caught me doing this, and his eyes grew hot. It’s his claiming mark on me, and when those dark eyes fall on me, I feel hot and bothered.
He’s bathing a couple of feet away from me, preferring to duck under the water rather than use the waterfall as a shower to wash himself off. He’s fairly clean and I know I am as well. At least all the fluids from yesterday had been washed off.
Under Laken’s singular gaze, sudd
