Axel smirks. "He's close, listening to what I want to tell you," he says.

His hand slides up my hip under my top, touching my stomach.

"Little mate needs us as much as we need her," he says, leaning into my neck to breathe in my scent.

"I want little mate, but I wanted to ask little mate if she will mark us," he says, kissing my neck.

"What... why?" I stammer.

I feel his smirk against my neck as he places soft kisses there, ...