"It took every bit of my self-control not to mark and mate you last night," he continues, angry. "You were rolling around pressing yourself against me saying my name over and over."
He blushes and I realize it isn't just from anger. He's genuinely embarrassed.
"So I did what I would for any she-wolf in heat who needed to cool off--I clamped down on the marking spot until your body stilled. Once your body acknowledged my dominance, you were able to settle into sleep," he smirks in a self-satisfied way as he adds, "You're welcome."
"But why would you do that?" I wince as look at the purple and green with the clear shape of his teeth along my skin. "You know you could have shaken me awake or something."
"Instinct," he replies briefly as he tosses me one of his t-shirts and a pair of dr
