Chapter Fifty-Four. Mars.
Every time my mate turns her head to one side I can see her mark, and hell if it doesn’t make me feel like I am ten foot tall. She is so utterly gorgeous, and officially mine. However, I notice every time she bends over, to get something she slightly winces. Seriously, I could kill Ares, he went all wolf on her ass!
“Not yet I didn’t, but I am having those jiggly globes of fun next time. I don’t care what you say!”
“Shut up wolf, seriously, she is not ready for that, she is struggling with walking with what we did last night. She is still sore,”
Am I a neanderthal for feeling a slight sense of pride about that? Yes, I suppose I am.
I am kind of sorry because she is struggling. But the truth is, I cannot help it. I would blame my wolf, but I won’t lie, i
