Chapter 50

Marcus slid down her body so that he could trace the wolf tattoo on her abdomen with his tongue. “He figured out we were mates pretty much straight away. He made me think about it.”

“I wouldn’t have expected that from him, considering you’ve been, you know, friends with benefits.”

“You thought he’d be jealous?” He shook his head. “We enjoyed the ‘benefits’ of being close friends, but there wasn’t anything more than that.”

Combing his hair with her fingers, she said, “I didn’t think he liked me.”

Marcus snorted. “If he could, he’d whisk you away. You’re exactly his type. But no one will take you from me.” He’d kill anyone who tried—no questions asked.

“I’m pretty sure no one will be tempted to try. I’m not exactly a catch.”