His cock was annoyed. He felt ready to burst with need for her as she now was tucked so perfectly against him. Her round little butt pressed into his swollen cocked, teased him. But he knew he still needed to be patient. He'd given her a taste of what her life would be. Of what he could stir within her. Though her mind still wanted to fight him, her body now lay soft and yielding against him as she recovered her breath.
He stood, picking her up smoothly and pressing her into his chest. She whimpered but her hands clung to his arm as he made his way back to their camp. He couldn't help giving her butt a few squeezes as he carried her, happy when she didn't try to jerk away, instead she just tightened her grip on his arm. He wanted to hum with delight. All his searching had been worth it.
He set her down gently on the thick fur blanket, pulled another blanket up around her shoulders as she curled into herself, wide eyes watching him warily. It was then he noticed the abrasions on her hands, on her knees from when she'd fallen. He tsked, picked up a towel and moistened it with a bit of warm water from the pot by the fire.
He sat next to her, met her eye, "Your hands. Do they hurt?"
She blinked in confusion, then looked down at her palms. "A little," she finally shrugged.
He reached carefully for her, took one of her hands in his and tenderly wiped at the blood. He glanced to her face, saw her grit her teeth against the sting. He grimaced an apology.
"You were a wolf," she said abruptly.
He chuckled, met her eye. "I suppose."
"That was real?"
He nodded, "It was."
"It wasn't some magic trick?" Anahid asked. He gently set her hand back down, picked up the other to clean.
"No. That's my true form."
He looked back to her face and his heart flipped as he watched her eyes scan up and down his body. She met his gaze and flushed, seeing that he'd caught her examining him.
"Are you going to kill me?" she asked.
He barked a laugh. "Of course not. You're my mate."
She jerked, tried pull her hand from his but he held on tight, ignoring her attempts as he continued to gently clean her wound.
"Your mate!?" she snapped.
"Yes. Though, I didn't know until I smelled you. I thought I was just repaying a debt tracking you down."
He could feel her tensing, sensed her rising confusion and annoyance. "Why? What debt?"
He shrugged, finally met her eyes again as he sat back. He supposed it was past due, explaining who she was. "I knew your father. He saved my life, long, long ago. When he was dying, some twenty years ago, his last words were to ask me to find his child. A girl he'd sired with a human. He wanted me to find her, bring her into my pack to protect her. So I've been looking for you ever since. It wasn't until I finally caught your scent that I realized who you would be to me."
She gaped at him, slowly shook her head. "No. You have the wrong person. I know my parents."
He laughed. "Humans that took in an orphaned baby girl, nothing more. Sheep raising a wolf."
She tried to scoot away from him across the blanket, but found herself hopelessly tangled and unable to move more than a few inches. "You're lying."
