MAX
I press a soft kiss to her shoulder, nudging the thin strip of fabric down her arm. A shudder rumbles out of her, and I nip the spot I intend to mark.
She is mine.
No matter how much fear runs through me that I may hurt her by doing this, I know that she is mine. No one and nothing can take her from me. I let my canines elongate, grazing her sensitive skin, reveling in the goosebumps that rise up in its wake.
Her hands jerk to my face, brushing her fingers along my cheek.
“Not like this,” she whispers to me. My heart clenches. Is she already regretting this?
“Do you not want…” I trail off, my throat suddenly feeling too choked to talk.
“No!” Her eyes soften. “Of course, I want this. I want you, Mackey. Forever. I would just rather the bite come during a more, um, intimate
