The feast following our mating ceremony was nothing short of magnificent. Tables groaned under the weight of delicacies from across the shifter territories – roasted meats, exotic fruits, and decadent desserts that seemed to melt on my tongue. Wine flowed freely, and laughter rang through the grand hall as pack members and dignitaries celebrated our union.
But I barely tasted the food. My attention kept drifting to the fresh mark on my neck, still sensitive to the touch. Each time I brushed my fingers over it, a pleasant shiver ran through my entire body. More distracting still was Kaelen beside me, his knee pressed against mine under the table, his hand occasionally finding my thigh in a possessive caress.
Our bond hummed between us, stronger than ever before. I could feel his emotions as clearly as my own – pride, satisfaction, and a barely contained desire that mirrored the heat building inside me.
