Marked by Cora

Rhys

I was born to mark Nora. My wolf, Vex, was so content and possessive that he refused to leave her flesh. It was after a lot of reluctance that he removed his fangs. I wanted Nora to mark me without delay. It was like the bond had roared to life and I wanted to complete it. Because if it didn’t, I don’t think I’d be able to breathe.

I licked my mark over her shoulder again and again so that it