PLEASURE

All Dante wanted right then was to trace both with his tongue, but he doubted he'd have the self-restraint to take things nice and slow when his lust for her was like a fever in his blood. His wolf was eager to come inside her–another way to mark his mate. But both he and his wolf knew that this was about more than just consummating the claiming. Freya needed to acknowledge, accept, and admit that she was his mate, putting aside whatever ill feelings she might have had for him.

They weren't mates of the soul or even the heart – both of which made it possible for it to be temporary – but she had to understand that this didn't make the mating any less real. They were still mates in the physical sense, which meant that she still belonged to him. If he didn't make her understand and admit it, this would never work. He wouldn't have her always throwing in his face that he wasn't her true mate, implying that he didn't have any rights to her. She was his now. Or at least for a short while an