The Mate Mark

Logan knocked softly on the door and the next second, it was opened. It was as if she was waiting for him at the other side of the door, like she knew he was there, but of course she did; she was a werewolf and so she must have caught his scent the moment he walked into the house.

“Hey, welcome back,” she uttered with a smile on her face.

“Hmm… it seems like someone is excited to have me back home. Did you miss me?” he asked with a smirk and chuckled.

Orla blushed and looked down. “You know I did, in fact… I had almost called you over the phone to come back earlier,” she replied and giggled.

“Why didn’t you? You should have done that then, I would have come running back to you,” he said in an arousing voice and her face flushed red immediately.

She chuckled and looked down shyly. “Are you going to stand out there and flirt with me all day? Get the fuck in here,” Orla muttered in a sexy voice and then she grabbed him by his tie and pulled him in, closing the door as he walked in.

Logan