Chapter22

Carrie’s Point of View I was tired of fighting the pull towards my mate and my reason for doing it looked—and felt—more and more ridiculous. Madoka’s hands were on my hips, but they swept down lower to cup my ass through my jeans and I moaned against him. His fingers trailed lower and brushed between my legs lightly to teased me more. I ran my hands under his shirt and felt the ridges of his muscles under my fingertips. He released my mouth and breathed into my ear. "I want to mark you," he whispered huskily. It was so soon, but I did not care. So much of our time had already been wasted, and if he really was invested enough to want to mark me, what reason did I have to disagree? "Do it." His mouth kissed his way down my neck, and his canines extended and bit down into my flesh. The pain was irrelevant, because at the same time came a flood of connections I had been missing, not only since being expelled from Blackmore, but for my entire life. It was like the pack bond, except a millio