Page 71 of His to Hunt

“We’ll figure it out after the frenzy,” he assures me, gesturing for me to come back to him. “And we should talk about that too, so sit back down.”

“Okay,” I say, walking back to the bed in a daze, my head blenderizing everything he just said into the mush.

“You’ve got your safe words, and I swear on everything I am that I will do everything I can to honor them,” he is speaking with such sincerity, so I do my best to listen to him. “I don’t think you’ll actually use either of them. I think you’ll be as overcome with it as I am, but scream them if you have to.”

I look down at my lap, some of what he’s said about the frenzy starting to feel real, instead of something that has always just been coming soon.

“I’ll let you know if it gets bad,” I respond.

“During the frenzy, we’ll both heal differently. If you grab onto me so tight your fingernails hit bone, it’ll heal. If you feel my wolf’s claws or my fangs, that will heal too. It won’t even scar,” he promises, tilting my head until he’s looking into my eyes. “But I’ll try not to bite you too hard now that you’re already wearing my mark.” He gives me a small smile.

“If the frenzy is anything like you’ve described, I may ask you to bite me harder,” I chuckle nervously.

“You may,” he says, tracing my jaw all the way to my ear before pulling his finger away. “You may even bite me. I’ll spank your ass if you do, but you’ll probably ask for that, too.”

“I’m asking for a lot of things I didn’t used to even know how to ask for,” I admit, blushing slightly. “Things I never imagined asking for.”

“Yes, you’re coming into your own. That makes you even more fucking radiant,” he whispers, staring into my eyes for a moment before looking away. “We should order some food because it may be a while before we eat again. Maybe have a few drinks to loosen us up for the frenzy.”

“I don’t hate the sound of that,” I reply, standing up. “You order food. I’ll make drinks.”

“Good girl,” he says, playfully swatting my ass when I turn it toward him before walking way.

I don’t need a few drinks to loosen me up for the frenzy, but I could at least use one after hearing everything about the book. Seven druidic rituals and I have to perform them all? Me. I hope I turn out to be a lot more druidy than I feel right now. I’m still processing that I’m about to enter a mating frenzy with a wolf shifter.

We’ll be bonded after that, based on what Victor has told me. It won’t be a mating bond anymore, spinning us toward a frenzy. It’ll be a permanently bonded connection that never goes away, even if we let it wither. I hope we don’t let it wither. I’ve gotten rather fond of my mate, especially as we get closer to the frenzy.

“Whiskey for you, right?” I call out, pouring some cranberry juice in with my vodka.

“Same as always,” he confirms, walking into the living room and sitting down.

I listen to him order room service and it sounds like a feast. I’m sure he’ll eat most of it, but I’ll need to eat more than usual if we’re going to be busy for a while. Three days is how long a frenzy normally lasts. There are legends about frenzies that last longer than that, but none of those legends have ever been confirmed.

“Here’s your drink, but all I really want you do is put it down so I can ride your cock,” I declare boldly, blushing as the words leave my mouth.

“Yeah, and I’d rather have you on it than breathe another breath, but we need to make sure we don’t turn into hungry, thirsty savages,” he rumbles, sipping his whiskey and eyeing me over the glass.

“So, just regular savages then?” I tease, sitting beside him.

“Exactly,” he grins, winking at me.

“Wait, did you just wink? I didn’t even know you could wink,” I laugh.

“Means I like you,” he mutters, sipping more whiskey.

“Oh, so you finally admit you like me?” I purr playfully. “Took you long enough.”

“I’m stubborn,” he pouts. “Or the mating bond is messing with my head.”

I take a sip of my cranberry vodka and grin. “It won’t be long until you can’t blame everything on the mating bond. You’ll have to tell me how the big bad wolf really feels.”

“He feels like he’s going to punch a hole in the wall if they don’t hurry up with our damn food,” he snarls.

“Yeah, I bet food is the only thing you’re thinking about,” I tease, leaning closer to him. “I bet I’m better than dinner.”

“You are. That’s why you’re dessert,” he growls, tensing up when he feels my warmth. “Do I need to tie you up to settle you down?”

“I’m settled,” I say, snuggling closer. “There, now I’m more settled. But you can tie me up if you want. You still haven’t done that yet.”