Marked From Within

ROWAN’S POV

I’m not thinking. I can’t think. There’s only the overwhelming need to be his, completely, permanently, in every way possible.

Vance’s rhythm stutters.

I feel his mouth on my throat, hot and open, his canines extended and pressing against that sacred spot where my pulse thunders under thin skin. He’s right there. Right on the edge of claiming me.

And then he rips himself away with a sn