“Laken?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m your mate now, right?”
Laken’s head swivels so he can look at me, an amused smile curling at the corner of his lips. He then proceeds to give our bodies a meaningful look before turning those laughing eyes back at me. The same bodies are partially covered with the lush blankets of his bed.
Well, of our beds, technically. But it’s still so new that my mind still cannot acknowledge it yet. I’m Laken’s mate, which means his bed is also mine.
I can’t help but roll my eyes at him and smile when he chuckles into my neck before pressing a kiss there.
“I should’ve worded it differently,” I admit.
“Yes, but I do so enjoy it when you call yourself my mate.” Laken presses another kiss to my neck, and then to my jaw. His lips are gentle, belying the intensity of before, whe
