"Damian…" she repeated. "Mark me."
Damian's breath hitched as Evelina's words settled over him like a claim of their own.
"Mark me."
He paused, his lips hovering over the spot where her neck met her shoulder, where he could feel the rapid pulse of her heartbeat under his mouth.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her gaze. His eyes were dark with a combination of desire and something deeper, something more primal.
His wolf howled in satisfaction, almost overwhelmed by the primal urge to complete their bond.
Storm growled, eager and ready. "Finally. Do it. Make her ours. No one will ever doubt who she belongs to."
But Damian hesitated.
Slowly, he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. His silver gaze, darkened with desire, searched hers for any hesitation, any second thoughts. He needed to be absolutely sure.
