The sight of her warm, reassuring smile triggered another of those strange pangs in his chest. Dominic meshed his lips to hers, indulging in a long thorough tasting of her mouth. Then, contently, he nuzzled her neck and breathed in deeply. And froze.
"What's wrong?"
"You smell different."
"What? How?"
"Our scents. They've mixed." A smug grin spread across his face. "It's the mating bond. It's advancing." That meant that whatever it was they were doing, they were doing it right. It also meant that any werewolf shifter who picked up her scent would know she was a mated female before even seeing her mark – or marks.
