Chapter Forty-Four

Roan Roan’s mark on her neck made his wolf go crazy. The sight of his mate wearing his mark fulfilled him in ways only a wolf would understand. The feeling of her skin against Roan’s palms. The smooth path his fingers trailed up and down. Her teeth in his neck. It’d been perfect. Everything about it. Everything about her. Even the ride home. Their scents were heavy in the air, Sullen’s need to touch Roan, and the giddy vibration he felt rolling off of her, made his wolf content. Fulfilled. They were mated. Finally. He’d finally marked his mate. When they parked, the pack house was mostly quiet, which didn’t surprise Roan, since Jacob was in charge of training for the afternoon in the field behind the house. Roan walked with Sullen toward their room. He had ten different positions he wanted to try once they showered and their bodies relaxed. He didn't want to push it too far their first time. Now that the awkward, new, feeling was out of the way, their freak flags could