"The moment my fangs broke his skin, I knew. The bond was not chains or duty, it was fire, and it was freedom. Elias was not mine because I called him. He was mine because he chose to stay."
The bath chamber was thick with steam, curling off the water and clinging to the stone walls like a veil. Heat clung to my skin, but none of it compared to the burn in my chest or the inferno in my wolf. He prowled inside me, restless, hungry, furious. Mark him, he demanded in a guttural snarl vibrating through my bones. Mark him now, he is ours.
And I could not deny him, and not when Elias stood before me, lips swollen from my kisses, his chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths, the scent of his Omega pheromones spilling out like wildfire. His pupils were blown wide, his hair damp with sweat, his body trembling faintly. He was fighting it, fighting us, but I knew that I saw it in his eyes. He felt it too, the pull, the demand, the inevitability.
