Marcus’s Point of View:
"Where are you going, Marcus?" I asked as I stood in the kitchen with L.A. I saw Marcus walking toward the door.
"I'm going into the woods, baby. My wolf needs to run," he answered, shrugging his shoulders casually.
"No, you can’t. You're still recovering, not fully healed yet," I said, teasing him. I knew how badly his wolf wanted to run wild and burn off energy.
He walked toward me and pulled me close, resting his head against my neck. He whispered, "Please, baby?" then gently licked my earlobe. God! I almost moaned but stopped myself, remembering that L.A. was still watching us.
"You're naughty, Marcus! Fine, you can run," I said, giving in. I felt his lips twitch—he was definitely smiling. I ran my fingers through his soft, silky hair. I loved how it felt.
