“A little.”My fingers were still on the wound, still tracing its edges.It would scar.I would carry this mark for the rest of my life.“It feels…”
I did not have words for what it was.Connected to him, claimed by him, his in a way that the ring and the collar and even the sex had never accomplished.This was permanent.This was forever.
“I know,” he said, and his certainty confirmed it, pulsing warm along our connection.He understood.The weight of what we had done.The permanence of it.And beneath that, a fierce joy he was not bothering to hide.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my shoulder, just beside the bite, and I shivered at the sensation.His lips on my skin and his emotions flooding through our connection at the same time, a rush of tenderness and possessiveness and love.My breath caught.
The word settled into my chest like a key turning in a lock.Love.
“I love you,” I said, because I could.Because the words were different now, said in the quiet light of morning instead of the fevered heat of passion.True.Solid.
“I love you.”He pulled back to look at me, and his hand came up to cup my face.His thumb traced my cheekbone, a slow and reverent touch.“Both of me loves you.Man and wolf.You know that now.”
I did know.It pulsed through the bond, as real and steady as his heartbeat.The love was not a single thing but a chorus of feelings, layered and complex.His devotion, his protectiveness, his relief that I had accepted him, all of him, both sides that he had spent so long believing would destroy anyone he let close.
We lay there for a while, learning each other through this new connection.When he was hungry, a hollow echo appeared in my own stomach, a gnawing emptiness that was not my own.When my mind drifted to the hotel and everything waiting for me there, he sensed my tension and his thumb traced soothing circles on my hip until the knot in my chest loosened.When his mind drifted to something that amused him, a flicker of warmth made me smile without knowing why.
It was intimate in a way I had not expected.Not telepathy.I could not hear his thoughts.But I could sense the shape of his emotions, the rise and fall of his moods, the way his attention narrowed and widened like a tide responding to the moon.When he looked at me, the bond told me.When his mind turned toward me, I knew.The loneliness I had carried my whole life, the sense of being fundamentally alone even in a crowded room, began to ease.
“Joe won’t be a problem anymore,” he said.
I went still.The words hung between us, heavy with implication.
I did not ask what he had done.I did not need to.He had protected me.He had eliminated a threat.He was Bratva, and I had married a man who solved problems in ways I chose not to examine too closely.
“Okay,” I said.
His relief that I did not push flooded through me.His gratitude that I accepted this part of him without flinching.And beneath that, a fierce satisfaction, the wolf preening at having protected its mate.
“Thank you,” I said.“For protecting me.”
He pulled me closer, tucking my head under his chin.His arms wrapped around me, solid and warm, and the bond warmed with his deepening contentment.“Always.”
We stayed like that until the morning light shifted from gold to white, and finally I untangled myself from his arms to face the day.
Getting ready that morning felt different.
I knew where he was without looking.When he moved to the bathroom, the bond stretched slightly, not painful but noticeable, like a thread pulled taut.When he came back into the bedroom, the thread relaxed.I could track his movements through the manor by the strength of the connection, by the warmth that pulsed stronger when he was close and dimmer when he moved away.
It should have been invasive.It should have been a loss of privacy, to have someone always there at the edges of my consciousness, sharing what I shared.But instead it was like coming home after a long journey.Like finding a missing piece I had not known I was looking for.
“You’re loud today,” he said, catching me staring at the place where he had been standing a moment before.
“What?”
“Along our connection.”He was smiling, a real smile that reached his eyes and softened the harsh angles of his face.“Your emotions.I can sense you testing the connection.”
Heat crept up my cheeks.“I was just…”
“Curious.”He crossed to where I sat at the vanity, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of my head.His hands came to rest on my shoulders, and I leaned back into his touch.“It’s new for me too.The bond is stronger than I expected.Clearer.”
“What do you feel from me right now?”
He considered, his hand sliding down to trace the chain at my throat.His fingers were warm against my skin, and I shivered at the contact.“Curiosity.Embarrassment that I caught you experimenting.A thread of arousal you’re trying to pretend isn’t there.”His voice dropped, amused and knowing.“Underneath that, contentment.Deep contentment.And a thread of fear you’re trying to hide.”
I looked away, watching his reflection in the mirror instead of meeting his eyes.“I’m not afraid.”
“You are.”His voice was gentle, with no accusation in it.“But you don’t have to tell me why.I’ll feel it when you’re ready to share.”
