Zale's Mark

Zale

Amanda sat in between my legs, curled up on my chest. Those two idiots of mine were taking their damn time. "Hey," I whispered into her ear. I couldn't wait any longer.

She yawned at me, opening her eyes slowly. The tenseness that had been visible in her earlier had drained away. Whatever nightmares had cursed her before had left her alone at long last. "Zale?" she mumbled my name sleepily.

Possessiveness flooded through me and it took all my strength to not just toss her on the bed and indulge in her once more. But there wasn't time for that, not yet. "You need to mark me, Amanda. I'm not letting you get away with only having Javier under your control. You bear my mark now, which means I need yours too."

Besides, I wanted more insight into her mind. Maybe she couldn't tell me how she was able to get rid of a mark, but there had to be an answer somewhere. Maybe it was something her wolf could provide. That wasn't such an easily done thing, such intervention could only be divinel