~ LARK ~
It was reassuring to hear that this wasn’t something he’d experienced with anyone else. Lark had known from the start that he’d lived so much more life than she had. She was used to that—her brothers, her father, the few friends she’d had over the years. It had never really bothered her before. But suddenly, as her heart crumbled and sang in the wake of that incredible moment, she wanted him only for herself. Somehow his past was… significant.
She wanted him all for herself. Her wolf growled within, approving.
He still lay over her, but he’d leaned his temple on one fist, keeping his weight off her chest. She wished he wouldn’t. She’d enjoyed the weight of him.
Her mate. That still kind of blew her mind. Even more so. Her mate was John-Paul Baptiste. JP… Jay… she’d called h
