ALBERT POV
We ended up spending the whole damn day in bed.
Claiming each other.
Marking each other.
Over. And over. And over.
At this point, I think we’ve officially developed a kink for biting.
Both of us.
Every time she sank her fangs into my neck, I’d lose a little more of my sanity. Every time I marked her again, I felt like the world righted itself — like everything finally made sense.
Not that I was complaining.
Not one bit.
If it were up to me, I’d spend the rest of my life buried inside her, claiming her over and over until she couldn’t remember her own name.
And maybe, just maybe, get her pregnant while doing it.
Yeah.
That thought had been stuck in my head all day.
The idea of her swollen with my pup — our pup — made something primal snap inside me. Every time my ha
