“You did,” I admit.
I could never forget it.
The desire that pulsed through me that night was unquenchable.
He was mine, finally, and I wasn’t going to be done claiming him until we were both completely spent.
“And you didn’t mark me there,” he reminds me, as if it’s a complaint.
We both know Alphas don’t typically wear mating marks.
At least not in the visible way that Omegas and Betas do.
Yet, he begged me to mark him, and I asked him for the same.
The mark he gave me mirrors the one I gave him.
Despite our desires, we knew better than to give each other a visible mark.
It felt vaguely scandalous when I invited him to bite me, but that was secondary to submitting to his knot and allowing him to claim me.
I’ll never forget how much I wanted all of him in that moment.
“I marked you where it was appropriate.”
He sighs softly, his breath tickling my lips. “I guess we should get moving.”
Leaning in closer, I press my mouth to his.
The groan he gives out is desperate and needy.
It’s another reminder that we haven’t been intimate in weeks.
I’ve been too locked down, too stuck in my thoughts.
He’s been satisfying our Omega and Beta all on his own.
That happens sometimes, and neither of us would ever complain when we’re the one left with those responsibilities. This is different. It’s been much longer than usual, and there really hasn’t been a reasonable explanation for my stormy mood.
He’s missed me, and our pack probably has too.
Guilt hits me hard, and it’s enough to make me rethink what I’m pushing him into tonight.
Why do I need this so badly?
The answer eludes me every time I ask myself that question.
It shouldn’t be so damn important to me.
My pack are my world.
The girl is a stranger.
She shouldn’t matter like this.
But I can’t deny how this whole messed up situation’s been affecting me.
I’m not going to know why it matters so damn much until I see her again.
