Riordan She was unreal.Her eyes. Her nose. Her lips. The way her chest rises and eases with small breaths. Dark rich curls were wrapped around my fingers and I inhaled it—slow, deep—until it filled my lungs, my entire system. I leaned closer, brushing the rest of the curls away from her face, packing them behind her ears. My eyes settled on the bite mark around her neck, a dark satisfaction crawling into my chest as I leaned in and blew little air on it. My mark. Now that I had claimed her mine, no Alpha would risk their lives to take her in their pack unless they had a death wish waiting to be granted by me. Mate marks always faded after healing, only returning when the woman was on heat or when it was necessary to warn other males away. But I had bitten her too deeply, too viciously. I could still taste her blood on my tongue, metallic and warm, a reminder of how completely I had taken her. I had taken advantage of the fact that she had not shifted yet, knowing that a bite tha
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