Page 51 of Primal

I climbed back on the bed and rolled us to our sides, pushed up on one elbow. A lock of hair hung in her face, and I brushed it back. She was so damn beautiful. My wolf was content finally touching her skin to skin, bare.

“When a wolf finds his fated mate, he embeds her with his scent, so other shifters will understand that she’s been claimed.”

Riley ran her nails through the hair on my chest. Goosebumps ran across my skin. “Yeah? How?”

I kissed her shoulder. “A bite. A love bite.”

I braced for a fearful reaction, but she didn’t give me one.

Instead, her eyes lit up with interest. “I knew your teeth looked longer! That was because you wanted to mark me?”

I smiled and stroked my hand over her hip. “My wolf isdyingto mark you. He cannot understand what’s taking me so long.”

“Go ahead,” she offered.

My heart lodged up in my throat. “What?”

“Mark me.”

“Listen, Riley. I’m not sure if I’ve made this completely clear. Wolves mate for life. Once I mark you, I will never let you go.”

She blinked. “Okay.” Her voice was soft and sweet.

I couldn’t help but stare at her. Wonder if I fucked her too hard, and she’d rattled something loose in her brain. “Okay? You’re ready for that? You’re all in with me?”

She nodded.

For some reason, my eyes burned. Her trust killed me.

“That’s… fuck, that’s incredible, sugar.” I stroked my fingertip along the side of her neck. “Usually wolves bite here, but since you’re human, and you’ll scar, I’ll pick another place.”

The scent of Riley’s fresh arousal bloomed, like the idea of me marking her turned her on.

Thank fuck. She was amazing. And I couldn’t wait to mark her. But I also wanted to make absolutely certain she was okay with this. Sex was one thing, but this? There really was no going back.

If I were a human and a gentleman, I would get her father’s blessing first, too. I didn’t ever want Riley to have to pick between the two of us. But since he was an asshole, and he didn’t know about shifters, he had zero say.

I traced my fingertip down her side to her ass. “I might bite you here. You have the most perfect, spankable, fuckable ass I’ve ever seen.”

“Do I?” There was laughter in her voice, but she also blushed.

So fucking sweet.

“You okay with me marking your ass? With me biting that peach?”

“Do it,” she egged me on.

I shook my head. “Not yet. This is a different first time, sugar. It’s like wedding vows for humans. I want things with your dad straightened out first, so he doesn’t shoot me.”

Her brows went down. “He won’t.”

After what happened today, I wasn’t so sure.

“The good news is that shifters can withstand being shot. Bullets holes heal in minutes.” I winked.

“Oh yeah?” she sat up, interested. “What else do I need to know about shifters? Oh my God, Tyler. Does he know about us?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I talked with him. He thought it weird at first, and probably will for a while, but he’s cool with it.”

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