Chapter 7: The Promise Mark
Roux was sprawled across Jay’s dark sheets, chest heaving, limbs tangled with his mate’s. Sweat slicked his skin, nerves still tingling from Jay’s touch. The scent of sex lingered, cinnamon, caramel, raspberry, and pink dogwood. As Roux caught his breath, he noticed Jay’s fingers tracing something on his chest, deliberate and questioning.
“What the hell?” Jay sat up fast, eyes wide. “Roux, there’s something on me.”
Roux shifted to see what caught Jay’s