My jaw dropped open, and I sat there stunned for a second. “But you called me that when you first met me.” He couldn’t have known then that he wanted to be my mate. He couldn’t possibly have known. “I remember distinctly you calling me princess and being annoyed about it.”
He nodded slowly, not looking away from me, and I could feel what he felt when he saw me that first time. He really had liked me—more than liked me—from the beginning. I couldn’t be anything other than shocked. I’d been attracted to him, but the idea of spending my life with him had seemed so far-fetched at the time.
Only now, it was a reality.
Holy moly. I was bonded—more than married—to a freaking wolf.
I felt his amusement at the direction my thoughts had gone, and instead of weirding me out, it made me feel a little more comfortable. I wasn’t sure why, but even if part of me thought this whole thing was nuts, another part of me was thrilled. And knowing that he’d felt this way all along… It made me more secure. Like it was okay to want this—safe to feel like this—because he wanted it just as badly.
Being in his head was odd. Teresa had visions and slipped into peoples’ minds all the time, but I never had. I almost felt like an intruder, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to know more.
“Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
“When Muraco called to tell me you were coming, he mentioned that mating with a wolf could rid of your oath. Even though you were tied to someone against your will, you wouldn’t take a mate to get out of it. I took that to mean you didn’t like Weres. But when I saw you, I knew. When the others heard what I called you, they knew, too. But I wanted to give you a little time to get used to this. If we hadn’t been trapped, I would’ve given you a lot more time.”
It was true. I’d said that I didn’t want to bond with a wolf, but he wasn’t just any wolf. He was my wolf.
I leaned forward slowly. Even though I was still a little bit unsure, I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him. The second our lips touched, it was almost too much. I could feel everything he was feeling, and it only made my feelings—love and lust and everything in between—that much stronger.
When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine.
I looked into his dark brown eyes and smiled. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being you. I…” I wanted to say that I loved him, but I was scared. My heart was pounding. It was almost like I was jumping off the highest cliff.