Eira’s POV
By dawn, I stirred in my sleep. I felt something so warm and fluffy surrounding me, so comforting that I felt like clinging to it. My hand moved on its own, only to brush against a thick layer of fur beneath it.
What is it? It wasn’t my blanket for sure. But something alive and breathing.
"Good morning, mate," I heard a familiar voice.
I finally opened my eyes, only to find a wolf’s face close to mine. Gunmetal grey. It was undoubtedly Roman. My wolf recognised him before my mind could.
His massive wolf form had enveloped me entirely to shield me from the cold, his huge thick tail wrapped over me along with his paws.
"Done with sleep?" I heard him again.
I was confused. He talked?
As if he knew what I was thinking, he said, "We are mates now, so we can talk through the mind link."
I understood.
My hand reached out to touch his face, too huge in front of my small hand. "You are beautiful."
I heard him chuckle. "Beautiful? That should be you. Your wolf is the most beautiful one I have ever seen. So beautiful that I wished to fuck you in your wolf form, if you weren’t restricted from shifting."
The moment he said it, a shiver ran through me. Somehow, the idea of being fucked in wolf form enticed me. In fact, it enticed my wolf. Goosebumps rose on my body, and I felt unsettled in my lower belly, prompting me to close my thighs.
He didn’t miss it, or probably felt it through the bond.
His face neared mine, and his tongue offered a lick along my cheek before moving to my neck.
I let out a soft moan. Damn. I knew I was truly hopeless and helpless in front of my mate.
His massive wolf form shifted over me as he stared into my eyes. "You want it, don’t you?"
I swallowed hard and looked away as I said, "I can’t shift."
Damn. I didn’t deny it, but I admitted it indirectly.
He was a massive wolf, and I was certain he would tear me apart if he fucked me in my human form.
"I can’t, even if I want to," he said as if he sensed my fear. "I won’t ever hurt you."
I felt relieved instantly.
The sunrays had started to appear in the sky now, marking the beginning of a new day.
"Want to return home?" he asked.
He shifted back into his human form and carried me to the pool to clean ourselves. Standing inside the water, facing him once more, memories of last night flooded my mind.
My face must have given it away. He pulled me closer and offered a gentle smile. "We can often mate here if you like it that much."
"Stop teasing me," I slapped his bare chest with my wet hand.
"Alright. Now let me do the most important thing." He moved my hair aside from my shoulder and checked the spot where he had marked me.
I saw his brows crease. "It should be here by now, at least."
"Is there no mark?" I asked, sensing his disappointment through the bond.
He shook his head.
No mark? How?
Is it because only my fated mate can leave a mark on me?
What should I do now?
He offered me an assuring smile and moved his wet hands to wipe my face. "Is it too cold?" he asked, trying to divert my attention.

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