ENZO
THE WORDS LANDED between us and didn’t disappear.
Mark you.
They stayed there like I had dragged them out of my chest and set them down where neither of us could pretend they weren’t real.
Tate didn’t move. He stayed straddling me, heat everywhere, his body still wrapped around mine, but his breathing changed. It went shallow. Uneven. I felt it before I saw it, felt the way his pulse jumped under my hands like his body was bracing for something he didn’t fully understand yet.
His eyes searched my face, fingers twitching against my skin. “Mark?” he asked quietly.
Not what does that mean.
Just mark.
My hand slid up his spine slowly, holding us closer and I felt the faint tremor there. It tightened something in my chest that had nothing to do with lust.
“Bite,” I said. “Claim y
