“It… I... made a bond." I’d think this new contrite side of him adorable if I did not have a gripping sensation that he just turned the whole rutting world on its ears.

"What kind of bond?"

"Claiming."

"Claiming what? Me? For what?" My head starts to spin. Quinton needs to get to the point. My bite mark heats and tingles as if it knows we are talking about it. Or maybe it is my mind playing tricks on me.

"For me." Quinton runs his hands over his face and when he meets my eyes, his again brim with apology. "I claimed you. I bonded us together."

"Like… siblings?" The bite mark flares, offended.

For stars’ sake,” Quinton snaps. “Mates, Kitterny. I claimed you as a mate.”