Page 38 of Cursed of Frost


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There on the ground in the spotlighted area of the hound’s vision was a bright red splotch. It moved every time the hound moved his head. With his nose to the ground, this new-to-me sense highlighted Scott’s movement through the woods even when he doubled back to throw us off the trail and win the game of running hide ‘n’ seek.

The red disappeared and the hound skidded to a halt kicking up dirt and rocks. He spun around again letting out a sharp bark. Scott yipped back, sounding as if he had floated away with a cloud. We looked up and he was up in the tree, shifted back to his human form.

“Guess you can only track animals, huh?” I teased the hound, prodding his ribs from the inside.

He ignored me and sat on his haunches.

“He can track anyone on the ground. It’s the tree that gave him a problem, I think,” Scott called back down.

“What are you doing up there?” I asked over our mating link.

“Taking a break,” he laughed,

“Cheating you mean?” I teased him.

“Come up here!” he called down.

“I don’t know what you’ve heard about some elves, but I believe the stories of my ancestors fucking like bunnies in trees were probably vastly over told.”

“Huh? You’re not even willing to try?” he laughed, a smile splitting his face ear-to-ear.

“Let me out of here,” I told the hound, poking him again.

To my surprise, he gave in easily, allowing me to sink back into the driver seat as his fur disappeared, giving way to my human form. I shook my head and looked down at myself. I was me again and it was time to go up the tree. It towered toward the sky with thick branches. If it held up to Scott’s weight, there was a good chance it would hold mine too.

Scott moved back on his branch, straddling it, with his back pressed against the tree’s massive trunk. I kept my eyes on him and let my instincts take over. Scaling a rock wall without a rope was a past time for me as a kid until Dad died and I had to start taking care of Salta. This was a piece of cake.

I joined him on the branch and when I was close enough, he leaned in and gave me a kiss. Up in the tree, both the sky and the ground disappeared unless you looked for it. The forest consumed us and our scents until we could’ve been a pair of nesting birds that no one noticed.

I kissed him again. Soft and slow. We weren’t going to have sex in the tree, but being close to him was nice. Being close to him was the whole reason I turned into a hound and ran around the woods.

“How did you like your first run?” he asked, taking both of my hands and entwining our fingers together.

“It wasn’t too bad,” I said, squeezing his hands.

“Not too bad? You didn’t have fun?” he blinked at me.

“It was sorta strange at first. He was going wherever he wanted, and I couldn’t stop him.”

“Did you try?”

“Not really. Didn’t think about it.”

“That’s on you then,” he squeezed my hands back.

“I’ll remember that next time.”

“Did you have fun once you adjusted to him?” Scott asked again.

“Sort of. I did because I was with you, but I could watch a pot of water boil or paint dry and have fun with you.”

“Because that would be boring and I think I’d have to demand a romp to get through the activity,” he laughed.

“He has this really cool way of seeing scent, though. The ground got all red and splotchy after you bit us on the ass. Which reminds me, I’m not going to forget anytime soon and plan to return the favor at my earliest possible convenience.”

“Promises, promises,” he laughed, leaning his head back against the trunk and looking up into the tree’s higher branches. “I think on the way home we should stop by the clinic for one of the pixelated baby tests.”

The words rolled off his tongue so easily that I almost missed them.

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