"Neither do I. Perhaps it takes time." He is scowling for he is frustrated too just like me. I was taught that as soon as teeth lower to break through the skin there will a rupture of images and bodily sensations that will inundate mates. But with us, we feel nothing yet.
"Did we mark each other in an incorrect spot?"
"Show me." He utters a serious look looming over his features, grasping my jaw turning my face to the side he examines his mark that must have begun to gradually heal. What is this? This is not how I thought it would be like at all.
"Maybe we need to-" My words are cut short by a startled gasp that erupts from within my chest my eyes broadening in shock my cheeks reddening and there is an audible hitch in his breath a hushed inhale that he draws in, an apparent reaction I have earned from my male to what he sees.
