C77 Owning my mate

There's no going back. For either of us.

I rest on one elbow, my other hand caressing his rod. Our mouths cling together, our breath rasping out. His hands, caressing my neck and breasts, are impatient. I know Jax is on edge and Zane is trying to protect me from his wolf's ravenous hunger.

His fangs extend and rub against my neck, where his mark will be in a few weeks