RONAN
It had been five days and finally my wolf felt satisfied. The rut haze lifted slowly and I blinked looking around.
Iris was beside me, her hair spread across the mattress still asleep. She looked peaceful. I looked down at her body and I couldn’t be happier. There were marks everywhere. Bite marks on her neck, her shoulders, the curve of her breasts, bruises on her hips from where I had held her too tight. Red fingerprints on her thighs. She looked like a thoroughly fuc.ked mate, and I felt a surge of pride inside me and I knew it was my wolf. We did that, Black said grinning and I smiled. Then a strange feeling suddenly hit me. It was strange because at that moment everything was supposed to be perfect. I had just marked my mate, my wolf was content, my body was exhausted but sat
