Lucas didn’t even try to hide it.
He angled his neck slightly, resting his chin on his fist like he was just so casually deep in thought. But I caught the faint tilt, the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He wanted them to see.
And see they did.
Oh, Lucas.
Somehow, I was proud to see my mate show off my mark. On the other hand, I knew Evelyn’s temper… and I was not looking forward to this part.
Suddenly, Liam leaned forward. “Wait… is that—”
“You didn’t,” Levi gasped, eyes widening in delight. “You actually let her mark you first?”
Lucas didn’t even look at them. His eyes were trained on me, a silent dare hidden behind the golden flecks in his gaze.
I blushed furiously, lowering my eyes to my plate. My pulse throbbed in my ears. That mark hadn’t been planned. It had happened in the heat of the moment when he was pressing kisses to my collarbone and whispering how much he loved me.
It had felt right.
