Drake POV
I’d waited as long as I was going to wait. We’d had fish tacos for dinner. We’d visited with Natasha, Harmony, and Seth and talked the marriage situation to death. I understood Natasha’s reluctance about me marking Isabella. She wanted to make sure everything was done properly and legally. I got it, but I didn’t care. The Goddess had chosen her for me. She was mine and I was going to seal that mate bond come hell or high water. No drug trafficking, child marrying, pervert was going to take my mate.
When the conversation became idle chatter, I broke. I stood up, flung Isabella over my shoulder, and started upstairs. She cursed at me in rapid-fire Spanish, but her rant lost some of its edge when she giggled halfway through it. I slapped her on the ass. She let loose a short, hig
