Fuck, at least I hope the bond led her to do it.
I took a deep breath from the top of her head. Her smell had changed. It had magnified. It was intertwined with mine, but it also had another scent that hadn’t been part of her before.
I wrapped my arms around her, my worry intensifying by the moment.
“She fucking bit us,” my wolf said. “Think she will do it again?”
As happy as I was that my wolf was returning, I didn’t need the extra commentary. I needed to think.
“You want me to bite you again?”
I blinked.
“You heard that?” I pulled her from my grasp and stared down at her. “You heard my wolf talking?”
“Is that why you said, ‘she bit us?’” Her head tilted like a helpless puppy.
I rolled my finger through my hair. My knot was shrinking, and come dripped out of her.
“Shove my seed back in,” my wolf demanded.
Journey’s nipples hardened again, and she scooped the come with her fingers and tried to push it back inside her body.
Holy fucking hell. He wasn’t even using my voice, and she could hear him inside me. It was like a mind link.
Fuck!
“Journey!” I stopped her. Her eyes snapped up to mine, her face flushed with embarrassment.
“You said to put it back in,” she said innocently. “And I want to.”
My cock twitched, but I pulled her off me before we started fucking like damned rabbits again. I needed to get her checked out. We needed to get to Bones, to a witch, or someone. Something was happening to the both of us, because I could feel it too.
I grabbed my shoulder. My wound had already healed—much faster than any other time I’d had a wound. It was like…both sides of the bond were completed now.
Dried blood stained her lips. Her eyes furrowed in confusion, and now fear leaked from her.
“Little one, it’s okay. I’m surprised,” I confessed. “You are hearing my wolf. You can hear his thoughts. It means we are fully connected.”
“Like real wolves? The mind-link you told me about between your pack members?”
“That’s exactly it.” I nodded. “I haven’t been a part of a link since I left my pack. The club uses cell phones to get a hold of each other because we aren’t really a pack. It’s like we are creating our own mind-link.”
I stood up, wrapping Journey with a blanket. She shivered as soon as I left her body, but I needed to think. I needed to pace; I needed to…run.
But she needed help first.
And I always put my mate first.
After cleaning my mate, I picked her up and raced her over to the bar. It was early in the morning; the club was quiet, and the door to the bar was locked.
“I can walk,” Journey protested.
But she wasn’t alright. As the minutes wore on, she tried to drift off to sleep, and I couldn’t have that. Not until I had answers. This regarded her health, and I would worry until she was checked.
I pulled out my key from my pocket, fumbling with it until Switch opened the door. He wore only a pair of boxers, his thick-rimmed glasses hung crookedly on his face.
“It’s four a.m., can you not wait until noon?” he complained.
