His need to claim her was no longer something he could push aside. Every time he made love to her, it became harder and harder not to bite her. Twice he almost did. He’d barely been able to stop himself. Once he realized he was about to lose the battle, he’d made them both come. His climax caused the urge go away. Until the next time, that is. Memphis stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. It was morning, and he’d just finished brushing his teeth. His gaze caught on his mate brand, which was still black. It should have already taken on the blues, reds and greens of a mated male. If Tori had been a female wolf shifter, he would have claimed her minutes after finding her. That was how others of their kind did it. Actually, he and his family didn’t totally agree with how other wolf shifters handled newly mate branded males. He sure as shit wouldn’t want to have all the unmated females lined up for him to sniff to see which one made his cock hard. And then have to go off and claim her without knowing anything about her.
