Bite Me, Alpha Cole
He narrows his eyes, contemplating that, I think wondering if his metaphor is correct.
I move my gaze down to my cereal, which I haven’t touched and which is getting soggy. My shoulders tense and my fingers tighten around my spoon. Why? Why are we talking about this at breakfast?
Intense discomfort starts to roil in my stomach.
“So, you like…bite your wife? Or, sorry, your mate? In front of your friends and family?” Shayne asks, fascinated.
Greg laughs, low and sexy. “Well, usually not for the first time. When a wolf marks his mate, it’s usually a very…intimate act. The one at the mating ceremony is mostly just that – ceremonial.”
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