“Mark me,” I said, determined.
I wanted his mark on me to get the one I already had off. However, Draven's smirk disappeared, and it was replaced by the same determination I had. His grip on my waist tightened, pulling me closer, but not strong enough to cause any pain.
“You think I won’t? You think I don’t want this?” His voice was lower than I had ever heard, almost like a growl. “I’ve been fighting this urge to mark you since the moment I saw you. Since the moment I knew you were mine.”
That statement made Kira howl in approval; she loved it when Draven claimed us as mine.
“Then do it,” I dared him.
The tension between us was palpable; I wanted Draven to kiss me, pin me against the wall, and even mark me. I didn't know how his mark was supposed to work; wolves and vampires need
