Teddy’s POV
Melody was relentless in her onslaught of finding release. It was all I could do to not go into a rut and mark her. The first time we had finished when arriving at this place, she was able to sleep for a few hours before she woke up afterwards. Now, with the full moon high in the sky, it was like her inner wolf had been unleashed upon me.
I had to keep redirecting her head each time she would wiggle herself up to my shoulder, trying to mark me permanently. I wanted our mate mark to be more meaningful; let her have more of a choice in the matter than something driven purely by hormones, instinct, and her absolute need for release her heat brought about.
“Naughty little baker, don’t make me tie you to this bed.” I scolded her again, a bite narrowly missing my left shoulder aga
