Wanton scent (3)

Seeing Talia's grumpy expression, Damon sashayed toward her.

"Is my mate jealous?", he asked in a singing voice.

He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck with his nose. "Are you, kitten?"

Talia regretted that Damon can feel her emotions. But even with that, she had no intention of admitting it. "Hmph! Who will be jealous of you?"

Damon chuckled. "As much as I enjoy that you are so possessive of me, there is no need. When I spoke with Marcy like she was welcome here, it was because my wolf urged me."

'Traitor!', Damon's wolf shouted in Damon's head and Damon ignored him. It's not like he was lying.

"Kitten, you need to believe me. No woman compares to you."

Talia could feel the sincerity behind his words and her fighting spirit diminished. She punched his chest weakly. "If you get close to Marcy again like that, I might break every part of your body that came in contact with her."