~FREYA~
What were these feelings? Lucas wasn't my mate, so why did this feel so good? Why did I enjoy having his hands on me while his teeth sunk into my skin? Why did I love the connection I immediately felt for him even though I knew it wasn't as strong as it would have been had he marked Avery instead of me?
I couldn't explain the flood of emotions that passed through my body at having him mark me. It shocked me so much that I could only quiver against his body. And even though Lucas was not in love with me, he still tried his best to comfort me throughout the entire process. He was unlike any man I'd ever had the pleasure of knowing, and somehow, he'd become my husband.
There was a slight pain, but Lucas rubbed his thumb against my neck, making it a hundred times better. He knew ho
