"I want to mark you," Auriana said, looking at him with teary eyes and rosy cheeks.
Lyrus paused, looked at her, leaned forward, and claimed her lips. They had been doing this for a while, and neither of them seemed tired or wanted to stop. They have finally become one body, and they just couldn't have enough of each other.
The more she cried out in ecstasy, the more he wanted to hear her, take farther, and make her scream louder. He didn't care who would hear them. But her words had him stopping just for a moment. He may not be a werewolf, but she was, and for wolves, marking their mates was a way of claiming and declaring to everyone that they were taken. He couldn't say no to that when that was what he wanted.
"I am all yours. Do as you wish with me," he said, breaking the kiss and starting moving his hips again, thrusting in and pulling out while her back arched and head thrown back.
