“Mark me… mark me now!”
Elijah kisses me deeply again and then he grabs a fistful of my hair and gently tugs, so my head falls backwards, exposing my neck. He then runs his tongue right where he will be marking me, licking and then sucking that part, making me moan out loud as bolts of pleasure course throughout my body.
But then, the pain I was expecting to be mixed with pleasure didn’t come, and I realize, he left only a simple kiss mark, not the mate’s mark.
“Eli… please!”
Elijah breathes against my ear. “I will, Maeve… soon.”
I wanted to protest, to tell him I’m ready… that we should just leave my wolf out of this because she doesn’t really care anyway. I’ve been through hell and back, and still she’s slumbering, protecting herself in that cozy little cocoon shield of hers, obliv
