RIGGS POV
* Skin - Rag’n’Bone man*
They were mine.
Not in some vague poetic sense.
Marked.
My scent on their necks.
My teeth still burning on their skin.
My claim already deep in their blood, their wolves, their souls.
Their blood on my tongue.
And still, still…
it wasn’t enough.
My girls sat on the bed on either side of me, glowing with the kind of light only a wolf can sense, the flare of a soul recognizing its mate.
Rachele trembled visibly.
Her thighs pressed together, breath shaky, cheeks flushed from the three orgasms I’d coaxed out of her with my mouth and hands, stretching her carefully, preparing her.
For me.
For everything that would follow.
She kept biting her kiss-bruised lips like she could still taste me there.
Her ocean wasn’t calm anymore.
She was a storm
