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freckles, even though Misha and Perry mentioned something to the contrary. Do you think it’s
your mate mark? I’ve never noticed it before now, but it might have been out of inattention.
How do these blasted things work, anyway? No one ever thought to tell me.”
Finch had no answers for him, because during his time in the Pedigree, mates had still been
exceptionally rare. No one spoke of them much, except in passing daydreams, and even had
there been lessons, there wouldn’t have been much to teach. Hugh likely knew as much, if not
more, about mate marks as Finch did. “I don’t know, sir. I don’t recall having any kind of freckle
there, although I suppose I could be mistaken.”
“It’s very unusual,” Hugh said with some finality. “It’s almost triangular in shape, but not quite.
And it is fairly pale. If I squint at it just right, it resembles a piece of cake, which, well, has me
quite convinced it is a mate mark, since you are even more scrumptious than Chef Funfetti’s
finest culinary creation.”
Finch started laughing and felt like he might never stop. “Hugh. No.”
“What?”
“I’m no slice of cake.”
“What are you trying to say by that, Finch?” Hugh wrapped him in his arms, and soon enough
their bond was flooded with waves of love and humor. “If you’re not the omega equivalent of
Funfetti cake, then what are you? You can’t mean”—he gasped—“that you’re secretly Chef
Funfetti, and have been this entire time?”
Finch’s mouth ached from laughing. “Drat. You’ve found me out.”
“I knew it!” Hugh peppered the back of Finch’s head with kisses. “You. Are. Incorrigible. What
am I to do with you?”
“Well, that depends on how much cake you’d like.”
Hugh snorted. “All of it, naturally. Or rather, all of it so long as I can still have you. In the event
that I can’t, then none of it. I’d much rather have you by my side than cake on my plate. I love
you too much to trade you for anything.”
“And I love you, sir, enough that you may have cake every night if you wish it.”
A growl of dragony satisfaction rolled through Finch’s mind.
“And me, too,” Finch added, in case it wasn’t clear. A note of sheer joy rang inside of him that
had nothing to do with Hugh’s influence—it was all his own. “Always and forever, for as long
