Page 123 of Vameer

Then she smiles. Wide. “Okay, good.”

I let out a growl. But I don’t mean it. So she just smiles wider.

“Sneaky girl.” I narrow my eyes.

She arches up and presses her mouth to mine in a quick kiss.

I drop flat on top of her, tucking my arms beneath her in a hug.

Rune laughs as she wiggles beneath me. “Squishing. Me.”

I nuzzle against her neck, then use my gravito to lift us until we’re standing in the grass.

Her eyes trail down my body, my robe still open.

I grip her shoulders and turn her to face the backpack. “Get dressed.” I slap her ass.

Rune grumbles but walks the few steps to her backpack.

As I watch, she bends at the waist, flashing me a rear view of her pussy.

This time my growl is real.

But instead of tipping her head to the side, Rune bends farther, arching her back, presenting to me.

“Clothing. Now.” I close my eyes and grip the base of my dick, wishing I still had a pair of shorts to tuck my length into.

There’s the metallic sound of her opening the bag. “I wouldn’t mind⁠—”

“Do not finish that sentence. If I fuck you again, you’ll pass out. You feel good now because my blood is fresh in your veins. But your changes have taken a lot of energy. And I will not have you sleeping in the forest. My brother will have a safe place for us to stay. We’ll go there now.”

I crack my eyes open after I hear the glide of fabric against skin and find Rune dressed in jean shorts and a green T-shirt with a low neckline. She’s tying her shoelaces, and I see she’s put several of her bracelets on her wrist.

Rune looks up just as I pull my robe into place. “Your brother… Did he know where you were?”

I shake my head as guilt presses in around me. “It was an accident. I just wanted to rest.”

My beautiful mate crosses the few steps between us. “Honey, you can’t keep blaming yourself.”

The pulse in my chest stutters.

Rune places her hand over my heart. “It’s not your fault.”

Something thick fills my throat.

And it tastes a lot like love.

“Call me that again.” I whisper my demand.

The edges of her mouth lift. “Honey?”

I nod.

She slides her other hand up my chest. “He will forgive you, Honey.”

My mouth opens and closes. But I can’t say the words I want to.

No one has ever called me by an endearment.