Chapter 27. Plucking Flowers

Marcel POV

“Are you sure, Paris?” I had to use her actual name because this was a serious situation.

My wolf was agitated and I was sexually prepared. If I removed my towel my member would be stiff and standing. Yet Paris sat on the bed looking as innocent as a dove.

“Yes, of course I am.”

“No, no, Paris are you sure?”

She rolled her eyes. She stood and grabbed my arms. Her touch was like ice to a hot rock.

“You’re the one making a fuss. Are you not ready?”

“I’ve been ready for a long time, Precious, but I need to be sure you want this.”

“Marcel, if I didn’t I wouldn’t be here. I would have left but I want to be in this town with you. Got it?”

I cupped her cheeks and held her gaze. “Mating with a wolf isn’t black and white. You become mine and I’ll be yours. We share a unique bond and when we cement our bond everything’s complete. It’s like getting married somehow.”

She nodded but fear didn’t settle on her fac