I swear this is wrong, right? I mean, he’s my mate, but so are his brothers. I know I should say something, but I can’t even think straight. I swear there’s some sort of buzzing, but I don’t know what it is or where it’s coming from. “Would you like that? Are you ready for my mark?” I push through the cloud of lust and mate bond, latching onto any inch of clarity I can find. I hold onto it tightly, needing to pull myself out of the depths of whatever this is. The buzzing clears up, and I realize that it’s actually Bree. She’s bucking and hollering, trying to break free and get control.
I turn my head slightly, pulling my skin from Ares’s sinful mouth. I’m able to see part of his face, though we are not making eye contact. “No, Ares. I don’t want that. I want you and your brothers to mark
