Morgan was silent as I spoke, watching me carefully. I knew my words sounded too good to be true, so I didn’t fault him for being cautious. I’d do the same if I was in his position. But when I was at risk of losing him forever, I’d do whatever it took to make him stay.
“A hare is your brother’s mate?” Morgan said slowly.
That got his attention!
“Yes,” I said, smiling. “His name is Len.”
“And your brother is also a wolf?”
“Yes.”
Morgan crossed his fit arms. “And neither of them are sniffing any mind-altering mushrooms?”
I snorted. “No.”
Morgan shook his head. “I don’t believe you.”
I held back a smile. He was clever, with a good head on his shoulders. I liked that about him already.
“Then come see it for yourself,” I offered.
“How do I know you’re not plotting an ambush for me?” Morgan demanded. “Do you know how silly your story sounds, Dax?”
The sound of my name on his tongue nearly made me shiver. “I know it sounds unbelievable. That’s why the only way to make you understand is to show you. But I understand your concern. What can I do that will make you feel safer?”
Morgan thought about it, looking me up and down.
“Bind your hands,” he ordered.
I barely suppressed another shudder. No one had ever ordered me that way—and surely not to bind myself. My cock twitched.
“All right,” I said mildly. “With what?”
“You figure it out. The burden is on you.”
He’s a bossy one…
Thinking quickly, I pulled my shirt over my head. It was a long-sleeved black shirt, old but in good shape. The sleeves would make a decent pair of cuffs in a pinch. I allowed Morgan to approach me and tie my wrists.
He pulled the knot and asked, “Too tight?”
I smiled. Even when he was tying me up, he had the decency to ask if it was comfortable. “Just right.”
“Hm. Just know that if you try to shift, you’ll trip immediately and I’ll be gone before you know it.”
Without waiting for a response, Morgan shifted into his buck form. He was a magnificent, gorgeous animal. The rack of antlers adorning his head were stunning.
And I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to gouge me with them if I stepped out of line.
“I’ll be travelling like this,” Morgan said, his voice tinged with his deer’s husky voice. “Since I still don’t trust you.”
“Understood.”
“Just so we’re clear, I’ve got hooves and antlers, and I’m not afraid to use them.”
I’d taken enough solid kicks from natural deer to know a kick in the face or ribs was no joke. The gods didn’t bring prey animals to this world as unprotected victims. I nodded.
The ghost of a smirk teased the corner of Morgan’s lips. “Glad we understand each other. Now lead me to this definitely-not-fake perfect pack of yours.”
