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Sitting on the porch of the pack house, I watched Teddy grilling alligator gar on the old bathtub grill he had converted and welded himself in high school. He'd killed the fish on our first outing with the fishing rig crossbow without ever having used one before. Then he cleaned it. Now, he was cooking it for the pack as they all danced around him happily.

I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He moved with such confidence, so in tune with this world. His tattoos were mesmerizing, tribal designs snaking around his torso, ancient script down his flank. Each time he used his shirt to wipe his face, holding it in his teeth for a moment after, my mark tingled.

I knew he was teasing me and could feel it through our bond. I loved it. I loved him. He was just so perfect.

Sure, he was a virgin before we finally completed the bond, but I was fine with that. His lack of experience made him want to learn to please me perfectly.

He loved that he would never focus on anyone else's pleasure but min