“You don’t understand,” Louis growled. “Marking you would turn, and turning you could very well kill you. We can’t risk it, Nash. We can’t lose you.”
Nash stood up, and started working at his buckle as he looked down at the two of us, still seated. “I understand you have concerns. But here is my take on it.” He finished with the belt, and moved to the button of his trousers, and then the zip. “You believe that the three of us were put together on purpose, right? Your moon deity chose the three of us to be mates, and mate marking is a part of the process, right? So the way I see it, if we were divinely selected to be together, and we are meant to mark each other as part of the mating process, then you can rest assured that I will survive. She wouldn’t have put us together if the tw
