A long while later, the water surface around them churned violently.
Rowan licked away the small drops of blood seeping from the skin of Owen's neck, grabbed the hand that was wandering wildly all over his body, and whispered dangerously into Owen's ear: "If you don't want it, don't provoke me so casually."
Smelling his own scent thoroughly soaking Owen, the overbearing Alpha pheromones enveloping the other, his spirit relaxed for a moment, and an unspeakable sense of satisfaction spread through his chest. The cool water of Swan Lake surrounding their bodies could not soothe the scorching heat radiating from where their skin touched.
The possessive desire belonging to an Alpha when marking his property had been thoroughly satisfied.
"Done biting? Then it's my turn." Owen chuckled softly, gripping Rowan's hand in return, restraining him before he could react. He knew that in a moment Rowan would certainly not cooperate, but it didn't matter; he had his ways.
