He was on too much of her—more than he should’ve been if she’d just given him a quick kiss. My growling grew deeper, angrier, as I continued. Though I couldn’t smell any desire from either of them, mine was the only male scent that she should’ve worn.
“Stop growling at me, Grizzly,” she complained.
I didn’t stop. Probably couldn’t, until she was clean and I saw some kind of confirmation that she was still mine.
“I had to know if it was even possible for me to be with another guy. Before I spent the rest of my little bit of time interviewing morons, I needed to know if I could even stomach sleeping with them while our souls were still all connected or whatever.” She gestured at me.
I continued my licking and growling, though my growl grew quieter as she spoke. When she didn’t continue,
