His Luna, Their Alpha

16. I Love You

"She's fine Erik," I heard someone whisper above me. Erik was here, but I couldn't seem to force my eyes or mouth to open. I growled in frustration, unable to show my mate that I was okay. I instantly felt his fingers graze my forehead.

"Kass?" I willed my eyes to open at the sound of his voice. He and the same healer who originally sewed my stitches were standing over me. Erik's face filled with relief. I struggled to sit up, feeling no pain at my side, before looking down. I was wearing a sports bra, but my side was completely healed, with no evidence of the pain it had caused me earlier. Or yesterday?

"Erik? How long have I been out?" I questioned, looking around the room for any sign of the time of day.

"Only a few hours, love," he answered me, relief flooding his voice as he glanced over at the healer. It must have be late, I thought to myself."A moment alone? Please?" He didn't reply, but simply nodded his head and retreated out of the room. As soon as the door clicked shut, I sprung from the bed and into Erik's arms.

"Goddess," I breathed out as his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Do you enjoy scaring me?" He laughed into my hair, forcing a smile to cover my lips.

"Not particularly," I replied softly, breathing softly and inhaling his scent. "Erik?" He looked down at my face, his breath tickling my skin. "How did my side heal so quickly?" Slowly his hands trailed up my sides, his fingers grazing the new flesh where my wound used to be.

"Our mate bond," his voice trailed off. "Clove," he nodded his head toward the door. I assumed that Clove was the healer. "He removed the old stitches and was about to sew new ones but Grace stopped him. She used to be a healer, after all. She thought that simply my touch would be able to heal you." He looked away.

"It worked," I whisper. "It only works if your bond is extremely strong," I trailed off, allowing the words to sink in.

"And ours?" He inquired, pulling me closer. Slowly, I leaned up and lightly placed my lips on his, savoring the connection. His arms tightened around me, pulling my body closer to his and deepening the kiss. I wanted to cling to him, feeling his presence like never before. His hands subconsciously tracing over my ribs and the fresh skin over my wound. "Goddess, I want you," he whispered against my lips before pulling away with flushed skin, his sexual frustration clearly lingering in the air.

"Erik," I called out to him, wanting to be against him again. He shook his head, grabbing my hands but forcing a distance between us.

"If I can't have you soon, I might not be able to control myself," He whispered against the tension filling the room. I smiled and took my hands from his, circling around his standing figure. I was done being teased. It was his turn. I was at his back and his head was turned as far around as his bones would allow. My hand landed on his shoulder, gently massaging the tense muscle while I moved closer to his back.

My lips touched his neck before I spoke. "I guess you're going to have to work on that, or make me cave first." My lips grazed his skin as I spoke before I left a lingering kiss on the soft skin below his ear.

"You're a tease, Kassidy," he groaned as I pushed closer to him, moving my lips along his neck and collar bone. I smiled against his skin before pulling away, leaving my core burning and his breath hitching in broken anticipation.

"This kills me, you know," I breathed out from behind him.

"I know," he turned to face me, but not touching me. I was slightly grateful by his lack of touch, knowing I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. Even so, I couldn't help wanting him to hold me and kiss me and touch me. "Let's go." His voice is tender as he holds out a hand to lead out of the room. The healer is gone and the two of us walk, slowly, up the steps.