“He just marked me?”
Maya’s voice cracked in disbelief, the whisper escaping her lips before she could stop it. Her fingers ghosted over the fresh mark on her thigh, still tingling with heat. Logan’s wolf growled possessively in her head...Mate.
Her eyes snapped to his, wide with both shock and something rawer, deeper... desire.
A slow smile bloomed on her lips. “I finally have a mate... all my f*****g life, I’ve waited for this.”
Her heartbeat pounded in her chest, wild and full of wonder, as her wolf, Scarlett, purred in her mind, “Really bad-ass man fate gave us. He even marked you on your thigh... almost bit your p***y, slut.”
Maya let out a half-giggle, half-snort, but then her smile froze.
She blinked hard, her pulse rising for another reason. A sudden, overpowering surge cours
