“What?” I asked, c*****g my head.
His ears turned pink. “Can you, uh… skip the shower?”
I blinked. “Why?”
“You smell like me.”
“Are you crazy?!” I laughed. “That’s why I need to shower.”
“No, that’s exactly the point,” he said, stepping closer. His voice dropped. “I want everyone in the damn pack to know you’re mine. Every f*****g guy that so much as looks at you—I want them to smell it. Smell me on you.”
I snorted. “Don’t you think the bite on my neck’s a big enough billboard?”
He growled low in his throat. “Better safe than sorry. Please? Pretty please?”
I huffed, crossing my arms, but I couldn’t stop the grin spreading on my face. “Fine. You possessive wolf.”
“Damn right,” he said, smacking my ass as I walked by.
I like that playfull side of him.
I pulled on the clothes the
