"And so," said Brick, "do you, Robin, and you, Lenny, enter this mating with your body, mind, heart, and soul?"
"I do," they said in unison.
Brick then blessed the mating using a string of Latin words that Dominic didn't have a hope of understanding. He couldn't help frowning as Lenny kissed her mate before then biting his unmarked shoulder, branding him for all to see. The one thing that his little mate had never done – though she'd have every right considering how many damn times he had done it to her – was leave her brand on him. Although she had scratched him and nipped him plenty of times, she had never marked him. Drak keenly felt the absence of that mark; he didn't understand why she hadn't branded him. Neither did he.
