Mark's POV
I had been searching for my mate for years, waiting for the day we could be together. Ever since I'd met Lana I'd fought to keep my thoughts in check, but I'd found myself imagining the contours of her body through her clothes every time I'd seen her.
The longer she'd stayed in the packhouse, the more out of control my thoughts were getting until I felt like I was about to go insane. This waiting... this wasn't the werewolf way. Ordinarily, two mates would give in to the mate bond immediately, often consummating their destiny for days at a time, mating and marking each other for life.
But now she'd finally given herself to me and everything was just as I imagined it - no, it was even better. Her smell, the intoxicating smell of a mate, was only heightened by her arousal and
