My shirt only covered part of my mark, and I wondered if I should cover it. It’s one thing to smell like Mason, but bearing his mark might be overwhelming when everyone finds out I’m the future Queen.
“Let them see it,” Mason said from the bathroom doorway, making me jump.
“What?” I gasped. How the hell did he know what I was thinking? He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind so we watched each other in the mirror. He rested his chin on my shoulder.
“I want everyone to see my mark on you.” He said, leaning into my neck and kissing me. It was my turn to be covered in goosebumps, and I shivered from his touch. Mason inhaled my scent and kissed my neck again.
“I love how you smell like me.” He mumbled, slid one of his hands up my body, and started kneading one o
