What are you doing? Colton, get off of me.” I whisper huskily against him, panic flashing that this doesn’t feel right, or like that first time we started to mark, but he has me completely immobile. I’m instantly a little too hot, for my liking, and pulsing internally, as the bond need for sex boils up inside me instinctively, misinterpreting our body contact, but somehow it’s not the same, and it dies when I realize it’s not radiating back at me at all. This isn’t lust-driven and consensual. This isn’t seduction and a willingness to mate with me to seal our bond at all. He hasn’t even attempted to kiss...