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Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jack
Whistling. That strange, slightly off melodic sound was coming from me. I searched my memories to remember the last time I whistled. Just walked and whistled.
I came up with nothing.
The feeling terrified me. One minute I was whistling, the next I was looking over my shoulder, waiting for someone to tell me it was all a farce.
I wanted this to be real, more than anything.
Until proven otherwise, I was simply going to enjoy Claire. Since her heat began, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. The magical bond between us still wasn’t permanent since we had never gone through the bonding ritual. But ever since her heat, I felt that connection between us getting stronger.
In the past, I couldn’t feel those brief moments when her body sang with happiness or her mind filled with worry. Only the powerful emotions were the ones that came through, alerting me to the fact that she needed me.
Now, I sensed when she felt a trickle of joy or a sliver of concern. I could only imagine what those feelings would feel like if we made the bond permanent.
But there would be no making the bond permanent until I could find out everything I could about the drugs they had injected into Claire. There was still a possibility that the drug they had given her had only renewed the already tenuous bond we had.
I didn’t want to think about all these things as I lie with Claire after we’d finished making love. Now that her heat had subsided, we took things more slowly. I explored her. I took the time to learn every inch of her in the event that, one day, the only thing I would have of her would be my memories.
I’d done my best to ensure that she wouldn’t get pregnant during her heat, but there had been a couple of moments that tickled the back of my mind. When she had been in the middle of her heat, things had become more frenzied.
In the last few days, however, I’d been able to take in every nuance of her expression when I was inside her. I’d been able to appreciate how vocal she was, telling me exactly what it was she wanted from me.
It didn’t take a mate bond to know that Claire Landon was everything I had ever wanted in a witch.
I slid my fingers along the soft skin of her arm as she lay against me. Her breathing was even, letting me know she had fallen into a light slumber. I was content to lie beneath her in this bed for weeks, if not months.
Next to me, my phone jostled against the wood on the table as it buzzed. Not having any desire to move, I ignored the call and waited for the incessant shaking of the table to cease. Seconds later, the buzzing began again. Sighing, I detangled myself from Claire. She whimpered as I pulled away from her and the sound was nearly enough to make me throw the phone out the window and return to her.
I sighed as I looked at the screen. Sebastian. I picked up the phone, saying nothing. Sebastian needed no greeting to begin chattering on.
“I’ve got the information you needed, plus some other stuff seems to be brewing on the horizon. Meet me at the den?”
I looked over at Claire, sprawled across the bed. Her eyes were closed, but that sleepy rise and fall of her form was gone, telling me she was awake. I huffed.
“Yeah, I’ll be there,” I said and placed the phone back on the table. Looking over, I saw Claire was now watching me.
“Who was that?”
“It was Sebastian.” I didn’t want to lie to Claire, but I also didn’t want to tell her what it was I’d asked Sebastian to do for me. “He’s got some information about some stuff that’s going on in town and wants to discuss it with me.”
Claire squinted. She knew I wasn’t being straight with her. I leaned over the bed, taking her lips in mine. I kissed her long and slow, savoring the taste of her.
“I’ll be back soon,” I said, reluctantly leaving her embrace.
Whatever Sebastian had to tell me, I could only hope that it would be something that would give me a reason to never leave her side again.
* * *
Sebastian wasin his office in the den when I arrived at the barn. Unlike the last time I’d been to the barn, he was back in his immaculate three-piece suits he donned to mask the beast within. He tied up his call as I walked into the room.
“Well?” I asked. I tried to hide my nerves, but I was fairly certain Sebastian saw right through my bravado.
He fished through the documents on his desk, pulling out a couple of sheets and handing them to me.
“We were wrong,” he said as I took the papers from him. “The drug makes the bond permanent. There’s no wearing off.”
