Roan

Roan’s mark on her neck made his wolf go crazy. The sight of his mate wearing his mark fulfilled him in ways only a wolf would understand.

The feeling of her skin against Roan’s palms. The smooth path his fingers trailed up and down. Her teeth in his neck. It’d been perfect. Everything about it. Everything about her.

Even the ride home. Their scents were heavy in the air, Sullen’s need to touch Roan, and the giddy vibration he felt rolling off of her, made ...