Marius slid his sharp canines along August's neck while his hand slid inside the top of her nightgown, pulling her back harder against him.
"Your mate hasn't even been able to taste you yet, it must be killing him," he whispered to August as he glared at Graeme wickedly, drawing this moment out. What would it feel like to watch someone else mark you mate?
"You're going to abuse someone innocent? You're such a fucking coward, Marius," Graeme snarled. "Don't do this! Just fucking kill me, if that's what you want. Tell the elders whatever you have to."
Graeme's whole body was tense as if bracing against some unseen weight, and Marius could tell he was suppressing the urge to shift.
