“So,” Alyssa began hesitantly as Dylan drove her to class on Tuesday. “I guess you’ll be marking me on Saturday, during the mating ceremony?”
Dylan almost ran over a pothole in surprise. He hasn’t expected her to ask that. Truthfully, he hadn’t thought about it. But his wolf purred at the prospect.
“If you’re all right with it…. I guess I will,” Dylan said with a shrug.
“I mean it’s something that’s supposed to happen eventually,” Alyssa ventured. “So I guess the mating ceremony would probably be the best time … no?“
“Marking a mate is serious business. Are you sure you’re ready for it? You open yourself to each other by completing the mating process and allowing me to mark you,” Dylan pointed out.
Alyssa shifted in her seat. After the marking, Dylan would have complete access to
