Now, who was hunting me, and why did my birth parents have to get rid of me?
Bear rustled beside me. He stretched and groaned until he sat up and gazed around the room. “Mate?!” He turned to me, and his eyes softened. He rolled onto me, his nose going straight into the crook of my neck.
I laughed. My worries faded as soon as his body was in contact with mine.
“I felt your worry. It woke me.” He nuzzled further into my hair, his entire body covering mine as he lay on top of me. “What is wrong? Are you sore? Would you like me to give you a tongue bath?”
My eyes widened, and he chuckled.
“For your pussy. My saliva has great healing properties,” he added, licking his lips.
“As fun as that sounds.” I smiled. “I’d like to talk to you about something.”
Bear rolled us over so my body was lying on top of his. He scooted up and sat up against the headboard and had me straddle him. His dick was already hard. I nestled my pussy right against him. It took everything in me not to rub along his length.
I had a shirt on, but we were both naked from the waist down. This was straight-up torture. I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate.
“This is hard,” I whispered.
“It is most of the time,” Bear agreed. “Imagine trying to walk with a big bone between your legs.” He rolled his eyes.
I slapped his chest playfully. “No, bad Teddy. I need to tell you my dream.”
Bear’s face grew serious, and he nodded. “You believe in them, little bee?”
I nodded as his finger traced where my glasses should be. “I see that toothy grin, even in the dark.”
“Already?” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back down onto the bed. “I guess I can’t stare at you in the dark anymore. It might get weird.”
I explained my dream in detail. At first he was intrigued, but as I continued, his face grew more serious, his brows furrowed until he scowled like he had done at the Iron Fang the first day I woke up. Until he looked angry like he was ready to punch a hole in the wall.
“Who the hell sends a baby away?” he growled. “A shifter would never do that, never. And what about the woman that blessed you? You said she had sparkles on her cheeks. What about her ears? She mentioned that your ears weren’t pointed.” Bear continued to throw out questions left and right.
I shook my head. “Everyone’s ears were covered with hoods or hair. I didn’t see them. Are there many species with pointed ears?”
Bear grasped his beard and played with it. “If they were tall, they were fae, most likely. If they were clothed in heavy cloaks and all freezing, they weren’t winter fae. Most faes are grouped into seasons, or light or dark. Light fae are extremely rare. I’m not sure if there are any left.”
I tilted my head, listening intently. It was all fascinating, and I may be part of that species.
“You said the one female had green sparkles on her cheeks, right?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Then spring or summer would be my best guess. Why a clan of fae were hiding in Russia is beyond me. I know little about fae, but the extreme cold would dwindle their power and leave them extremely vulnerable. What I find interesting is that your parents have bond sickness.”
“Yeah, what is bond sickness? I thought a bond was supposed to be strong. Ours will be strong; we won’t get sick, right?”
Bear held me closer and grunted in agreement.
“No, our bond is secure. Bond sickness means theyneedto mate. In our world, if you are meant to be mated to someone and do not complete the bond within a certain time, the bond will force you to be closer together. If you separate, you become deathly ill. You need to be with them at all times until you complete that bond.” Bear scratched his head. “But why wouldn’t they complete it?”
I shuffled in his arms, trying to get more comfortable. All I could think of was that mean fae that didn’t really like my father or my mother. He would rather her go off without Kraven, even called their bond fake.
“That fae didn’t like them. Remember? They must have forbidden it because she is human?”
“Shit.” Bear leaned his head up on the headboard. “You are absolutely right. It is just recently we have come into second chances. They are on the other side of the world.”
“Couldn’t they be first-chance mates?”
