Oliver and Leia were still locked with each other, and his teeth grazed her mark, right where he had bitten her in her nape. She shivered, and Oliver enjoyed the feeling of satisfaction that filled his body.
She was truly his mate. Now he knew, and would never let her go.
Oliver tried to contain himself as he let go of her red and bruised nape. A little bit of blood still came out from the wound, which he knew would heal magnificently.
Leia looked dazedly at him, still trying to adjust to everything. She had just mated, although it was amazing,she seemed shy at first.
As they separated and got dressed, it was incredibly silent. Too silent. Oliver began to feel a little bit guilty, about everything. It was true that his wolf had pushed him to mark his mate as soon as possible, but... he could have done a little bit better with it. Why didn't he?
He did not know.
All that he did know was at this moment, to make sure that she was alright.
