I woke up the next morning in our bed, tucked tightly in against Xavier’s chest. My head was resting in the crook of his neck. The burning from the last several days was finally gone and I felt the lust filled haze lifting. I laid there, not moving, as I thought about the last couple of days. Then I realized two things. First, I felt … different; stronger, perhaps? Or powerful? I couldn’t exactly pinpoint it, but something was definitely happening to me. Second, Xavier hadn’t marked me during my heat. I was surprised by this fact. I was so caught up in things I just assumed he had. I knew it was really important to him and I didn’t know why he hadn’t. Truth be told I was a little disappointed. While I was new to this world, I wanted to be a part of it. And not just because it was important
