If I am being honest, the thought of him marking me was thrilling. Call me weak, I don’t care. I wanted him to mark me. But his behavior was making me having doubts about our relationship. I wanted him to mark me, I almost craved it. Teasing him was even more fun though. My craving for him kicked in within the first few days I was here. Emma had been marked and seeing her with one made me jealous but then again I don’t have the right though. Her mate is nothing like my mate. And also it didn’t help that the bond does this to me on purpose, but I have been ready for his mark for a while but I know he is not.
I walked around the desk and made my way to his. I sat on it, one leg over the other. I leaned back and took him in.
“Strange thing to hear from a man who was using it aga
