Seraphina's POV
Through my haze, I felt him move, his body covering mine completely. He buried his face in my neck, right where the mating mark would go, and I felt the sharp press of canines against my skin.
Panic cut through the pleasure. "Blake, wait—"
His canines lengthened, sharpening, ready to pierce my skin and bind us forever. The wolf was too far gone, driven wild by my scent, by what we'd just done, by instinct too strong to deny and the need to claim his mate completely.
"Mine," he growled again, his teeth pressing harder.
And just as I was pushing him away, just as I felt those sharp teeth on the verge of piercing my skin, everything stopped. Blake's entire body went rigid above me. His canines were still pressed against my neck, but he wasn't moving.
It was like someone had hit pause on him mid-action.
"No," a different voice growled, deeper and filled with barely controlled fury. "Stop."
