“You belong tome.” The intensity in his voice sent goosebumps up my arms.
“I’m not a piece of land. You can’townme.”
“It’s not ownership.” He buried his fingers in the my hair, pulling the bun loose but dodging the silver in my ears. He tilted my head to the side and lowered his nose to my throat.
My hands went to his shirt of their own volition, gripping the soft fabric.
It wasn’t logical, or smart, but I wanted him closer.
“Then what is it?” I asked.
“Fate.” He inhaled my scent slowly.
“That’s a bullshit answer for this level of possessiveness, Mav.”
“What would a better one be?”
“I don’t think there’s a better one.”
“My inability to stop thinking about you? The fact that I just might agree with fate?” He dragged his tongue lightly over my pulse point, and I imagined him sinking his teeth into my skin again.
For a moment, I wanted it. Wantedhim.
“You can’t actually mean that,” I breathed.
The door to my office opened.
“Do you really need a fucking chaperone?” Rhone growled.
Maverick let out a slow breath against my neck and lifted his head to look at his Beta. “I wasn’t going to bite her.”
“Like hell you weren’t.”
“I’m confused,” I said.
“You’re provoking me.” Maverick’s lips brushed the sensitive skin on my throat.
A strangled noise escaped me.
“If he bites you again before the pull ends, his wolf is going to get even more overbearing,” Rhone said flatly. “Even without a sealed mate bond.”
“I don’t think that’s—possible.” The last word came out a squeak as Maverick nipped my throat.
“This is the tip of the iceberg. You have independence right now. A werewolf who’s fully hooked in fate’s claws won’t let their potential mate out of their sight.”
My eyes widened.
That would definitely be a problem.
My throat was going to have to stay securely off of Maverick’s dinner menu, as disappointing as that was for both of us.
I tried to let go of his shirt, but had a hard time getting my hands to cooperate. I wanted him closer. Not further. “I have work to do, Mav.”
“We’re not done talking.”
“This isn’t talking.” I finally forced myself to release him.
“I’ve got it under control. I’m not going to bite her. Thanks, Rhone,” the Alpha said.
