Chapter Two
The dreams had gotten worse and I couldn’t figure out why. I didn’t want my mates to worry about them though and I hated talking about it.
“Yes, but I’m okay.” I lied, the words tasted bitter on my tongue. Lying to them didn’t come easy and it felt wrong. It felt like I was lying to myself but I knew Lover would already be feeling guilty.
He hadn’t meant to bite me, it was just part of his nature. His need to claim me, to mark my skin up so that everyone knew I was his. I didn’t mind it when we were f*****g, I loved wearing his marks. Loved the way my skin looked after a primal session with him or one of the others.
How it felt like I was almost glowing and floating at the same time.
“I’m sorry, plaything.” He whispered and I shook my head.
“No, don’t be.” I lifted my hea
