"Your Highness," a voice called from behind just as Eli was seconds away from sinking his aching fangs into Islinda's creamy and inviting neck to complete the mate bond. He paused at once, his body going taut as the moment was interrupted.
The haze of desire clouding Eli's mind finally lifted, and he realized that this was not the best place to mark his mate, even if he wanted to. He had to make it special, an occasion she would never forget considering it was a lifelong bond.
Eli recognized the voice; it belonged to Kalamazoo. He was close enough to see them, and the thought of him seeing Islinda's naked form made a low growl rumble from his chest. Eli knew mates were highly possessive, but he hadn't believed it until now. There was just this force inside of him compelling him to protect what was his. She was his alone. No one could take what belonged to him.
