The Beast’s Mark (2)

Her face burned as she traced the marks with her fingertips. She knew they would fade quickly thanks to her werewolf healing, but still!

He really needed to control himself!

And the worst part? She had barely left any marks on him.

Her brows furrowed. Wait … where were the bites she had left?

She had bitten him last night—she knew she had—but this morning, his skin had been completely unmarked.

Her eyes narrowed. His healing must be faster than mine.

She huffed, crossing her arms.

If that's the case …

A slow smirk curled on her lips.

Next time, I'll just have to bite him harder.

Wait …

Next time?

Her entire face turned red.

She crouched in the bathroom, burying her burning face in her hands.

They had just done it last night … and here she was already thinking about their next time.

At this point, she was probably more perverted than that beast.