“Put me down,” Elena giggled against his shoulder.
Ryker didn’t.
He tossed her gently onto the bed instead, the sound of her soft laugh hitting him harder than any blow in training ever had.
He followed her down, bracing himself above her as he pressed slow, deliberate kisses along her neck — right where it met her collarbone. The place his wolf fixated on. The place he wanted to mark more than he wanted to breathe.
“I can’t wait to place my mark here,” he murmured against her skin.
Elena’s breath hitched, and his wolf preened.
Ryker lifted his head, eyes locked on hers. “We haven’t even had our ceremony yet, and you’ve already helped our wolves. Acting like a Luna. Leading like one.” His voice dropped, rough and reverent. “Makes me not want to wait.”
He leaned in, lips brushing her
