He was up on an elbow, his beautiful eyes on her.
“What are you doing up?” he asked.
“Thinking,” she replied.
“Well, think over here,” he ordered.
She felt her mouth quirk into a smile because he was really so gosh darned bossy.
She didn’t, however, hesitate and she walked to the foot of the bed and then crawled up it on all fours, his body between her moving limbs.
When she got face-to-face with him, his arms came around her and pulled her down on his powerful frame.
His hand slid into the side of her hair and tucked her face in his neck when he asked, “What were you thinking?”
Again, without hesitating, she answered, “I was wondering how old you were when you locked in your development.”
“Around one hundred and ninety-five.”
Her head came up and she stared at him.
“You don’t look one hundred and ninety-five,” she told him and he grinned.
His hand came around to the back of her neck and he gathered her hair in his palm and twisted it into a rope, explaining, “In human years, around thirty-nine.”
He was coiling her hair around his fist when she noted, “So, you’re still older than me.”
His face softened with understanding when he replied, “I’ll always be older than you, Sonia.”
She dropped her head down to tuck her face in his neck again, knowing this wasn’t true.
It was the cosmos’s last, big, huge, ugly joke.
He rubbed her hair at her jaw and called, “Baby doll?”
“Mm?” she answered, not wanting to talk anymore that night or any night if it was on this subject.
“You can think about it tonight, worry about it, be sad about it but then get it out of your head,” he offered on a command.
She felt the tears collecting behind her eyes when she whispered, “You’ll always be beautiful.”
He released her hair and rolled into her so she was on her back, he was mostly on her and he lifted up on an elbow to loom over her.
Then he announced, “Wolves mate for life.”
“What?” she asked.
“We mate for life. We never cheat. We’re never unfaithful. We never leave. We mate for life. Our instinct, everything that makes us, everything that is us centers around our mate, our pack, our family. It’s the only thing that matters. Not beauty, not youth.”
“Easy for you to say,” she mumbled, her eyes sliding away, “you’ll be forever young.”
Her eyes came back to him when he stated, “Right now I feel about as old as I am.”
Surprised at this, she queried, “Why?”
He looked at her a moment, shook his head and said, “It doesn’t matter.”
Then he bent his neck to touch his mouth to hers before he rolled again to his back, taking her with him.
But it was her turn to get up on an elbow and look down on him.
“Why do you feel that?”
“Sonia, let’s just –”
“Is it because you know you’ll have to watch me get old?”
“Baby doll –”
She cut him off. “No, really, Cal. Tell me.”
“I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
“But you did,” she pushed.
“Yes, I did and it was a mistake.” His arm came around his chest and he tried to pull her into his embrace but she resisted and he, unusually, relented.
She planted a hand in his chest, beginning to feel funny. The happiness was sliding away and the despair was returning at the thought that he’d watch her get wrinkled and gray and weak and stooped while he stayed forever beautiful, tall and strong and, therefore, she demanded, “Cal, talk to me.”
“It isn’t because I have to watch you get old.”
“Then what is it?” she pressed.
His brows drew together as his patience started to ebb, “Just let it go.”
She put pressure on his chest and insisted hotly, “No, tell me what it is!”
“It’s because I have to watch you die.”
She sucked in breath and stared at him. That heinous thought hadn’t occurred to her and she didn’t know what to say.
“All these weeks we’ve been together, you’ve been thinking that I didn’t want you. Do you know what I’ve been thinking, little one?” he asked softly and she didn’t want to know, she really didn’t but she nodded anyway and he went on even softer. “I’ve been wondering how I’m going to carry on for centuries without you after you’re gone.”
Sonia felt her breath hitch painfully and, unable to hold herself up any longer, she dropped down, rested her forehead against his collarbone and slid her arm around his chest.
Then she murmured into his chest, “You can’t love me. I’m so self-absorbed. All this time, all I’ve been thinking about was me. How on earth could you love me?”
His hand slid into her hair and pressed her cheek to his chest as he said quietly, “Unfortunately, baby doll, we don’t have enough time for me to explain all the ways I love you. That, in itself, would take centuries.”
She laughed but it was without humor, pushing closer to his body, holding him tighter and tangling her legs with his. His fingers slid through her hair then again and again until, some time later, when his hard warmth and his soothing fingers quieted her rampaging thoughts, she took a fluttering breath.
“So now you know,” he said gently. “Our time is precious. So we won’t waste it talking of this again. Agreed?”
She lifted a hand and sifted her fingers lazily through the hair on his chest.
God, she loved his chest.
On that thought, her fingers curled and she dragged her nails through the hair there as she whispered, “Agreed.”
She went back to toying with his chest hair and decided at that moment he needed to know something very, very important.
“Cal?”
“Yes, baby doll.”
God, she loved it when he called her “baby doll”.
She took in a breath and asked, “You remember when you asked me if I loved you?”
His body grew still under hers and he answered, “Yes.”
Quietly, she said, “That time, I didn’t lie.” She felt his still body grow tight and she finished, “Not about any of it.” Both of his arms came around her but she pushed up, pressing her body to his and she whispered her story in his ear, “The first time I met you, my first dream, I felt you slide in bed behind me. You held me in your arms and I told you I was glad you were home. You kissed my neck and I lay in your arms thinking, ‘This is the man I love.’ It was short, just that before I woke up but I felt strangely happy.” She lifted her head and stared in his now tawny eyes and concluded, “In that first dream, I never even saw your face.”