MYSTIQUE 5
Before I open my eyes, a warmth surrounding me has me wanting to keep them closed, so I continue to feel safe. Then the memory of Fang explodes into my mind and has my eyes snapping open. Is it true, am I with Fang?
My heart is racing when I turn my head to find Fang lying next to me with his head propped on his hand and his gaze trained on me. His eyes are intense. When I knew Fang before, he was the only one that could make me laugh with a look alone, that could make me feel special with a simple word.
As my eyes clash with his, I find that he’s the reason my heart is racing in excitement and my stomach knots with anticipation.
“How are you feeling?” His voice has such a sexy deep timbre to it—a voice that would have any woman’s toes curling in pleasure.
“I’m feeling quite numb and relaxed,” I murmur, surprised that my side isn’t burning in pain.
“Dakota gave you medicine to ease the pain.”
I nod in acknowledgment, thankful that at least for a little while, the pain will be gone because I’m sure once whatever she gave me wears off, I will be feeling every single stitch she gave me.
“Have you been looking at me for long?” Now that I am fully awake, I’m starting to feel a little awkward lying here in my bra and jeans with him looking at me after so many years of being apart.
“Yes…”
His confirmation has me blushing in embarrassment. I must look like a mess, not a very good impression of a mate at first sight.
“I don’t usually look so bad,” I promise as I raise my hand to my hair as if anything will help the way I look at the moment.
“What are you talking about, woman? You don’t look bad,” he mutters as he places his index finger under my chin. “How long have you known that I’m your mate?”
My eyes widen. “Umm, since I was a girl.”
He frowns. “Why didn’t you say something?” he asks.
“I didn’t know if what I felt was true or if I was just infatuated with you. After all, you didn’t seem to see me in that light.” I shrug. “I thought you didn’t think I was attractive.”
“You were a child. Of course, I didn’t think you were attractive,” he states, his mouth lifting into a scowl. His eyes darken, and he leans forward, lips touching mine so gently that I feel like my world has just brightened.
Lifting my hand, I place it on the back of his neck, feeling the cords tense as his kiss deepens, leaving me gasping in excitement when he finally raises his head.
“Mine!” he states like a promise.
“Yes, yours!” I confirm.
“If I had known you were my mate, I would never have left the pack without you…” he says in a tense voice. “And never have let this happen.” His eyes lower to my bandaged midriff.
“It’s fine, I’m here now. But I’m worried that Grimm will come here looking for me saying that I belong to his pack.” I hate the thought of Fang and Grimm fighting because of me.
“You are my mate; therefore, you will be where I am.” His eyes are flashing in anger. “Why did Grimm injure you?”
“Grimm hates you,” I confess, which has Fang grunting. “A while ago, one of the men heard that you were here, that you belonged to this motorcycle club. When I heard that, I couldn’t contain my excitement, and I told one of the women I was your mate and he heard me.” A tear streaks down my cheek at the memory of that day.
“He was so furious that he slammed me against the door, the breath was knocked out of me, and I thought for sure I was going to die.” Taking in a deep breath I continue by saying, “Anyway, he made sure that I was always watched.”
“How did you escape?” he asks.
“It wasn’t easy, but I had help,” I reply, explaining to him about everything that happened from when I first ran away until I found Joseph to help me. “I need to give him a call once I’m safe.”
“You are safe now!” Fang states. “Grimm won’t get near you again or hurt you.”
“I’ve missed you!” I say, trying to disarm this explosive mood Fang is in. “You were the only one that ever made me feel like I belonged.”
“You belong to me now, and the Wolverine MC is my family and will be your family too.” With those words, he once again lowers his head, kissing me with a passion that I only ever dreamt about—a passion that I never thought I would experience. His hand cups my jaw as he deepens the kiss. My hand rises, holding his bicep. I feel if I let go, I will disintegrate into a million pieces.