Jackson's teeth lengthened as Shadowfang pushed forward, pressing against my skin with exquisite restraint. The initial sting gave way immediately to pleasure so intense I gasped, my knees weakening as the bond flared brighter.
Maison steadied me, his strong arm around my waist as Jackson completed his mark. When he withdrew, Maison turned me gently toward him, his eyes now fully Nightshade's amber.
"Mine," he growled, before sinking his teeth into the opposite side of my neck.
The dual marks created a circuit of power, magic rushing through me like a river breaking through a dam. I arched between them, overwhelmed by sensation as the bond solidified. Through the haze of pleasure, I knew I needed to complete the circle—to mark them as they had marked me.
I turned first to Jackson, who
