Page 12 of Simon's Runaway Mate

“Talk to me,” Simon urged, tipping up my chin until I met his gaze. “I can feel something’s bothering you.”

“Is that a literal or figurative observation?” I snarked, and something on Simon’s face had me sitting up straighter. “Literally? You can feel what I feel? How is that even possible?”

“It’s part of the mating. When I bit you, it allowed a connection to begin forming. One that will continue to grow.”

“Will I be able to pick up on your emotions?” That might be a cool skill to have.

“You probably already are,” Simon offered with a shrug. “As you get more comfortable with it, you’ll pick up on more.”

“Anything else I should know about mating?”

He looked guilty for a minute. “I should have gone over everything before I bit you. I’m sorry for that.”

I grinned. “I am pretty irresistible!” Simon’s face softened as he smiled. That was better. “What else should I look forward to?”

He brushed his fingers along the side of my head, and I realized it was no longer sore.

“You’ll heal faster. Your immunity will get a huge boost, making you less susceptible to illness and disease.”

“What about my senses? Will I get super spidey type senses?”

Simon laughed. I loved his laugh. “They’ll increase. Not as good as mine or another wolf’s, but better than a human has.”

“I can’t believe my dad knew this and never said anything to me.” My eyes widened. “Wait a minute. As the human mate of a shifter, would my dad be able to sense things?”

Simon gave me a curious glance. “What is it you’re afraid your dad might have picked up on?”

I opened my mouth but wasn’t sure what I wanted to say.

“You might as well know that it’s going to be impossible to keep secrets from me so you might as well come clean now.”

I frowned, not liking that at all. That’s when I made a decision.

“I want to head home today.”

“We can do that. We can be back in Rigton County in a few hours. We’re really not that far.”

“Not your home, Simon. Mine.”

“Your home is mine,” Simon countered. “And mine is yours.” He pointed his finger back and forth between us. “Mates.”

“I want to go see my dad and Leslie. I think they’ll be a fountain of wisdom on what we can expect.”

Simon nodded. “Okay. I’d like to meet you family, anyway. Maybe, we can talk them into coming back with us.”

I snorted. “No offense, but you don’t live in a metropolis of fun from what I saw. I didn’t see any tourist attractions. Did I miss something?”

“Ha-ha,” Simon groused. “Besides, I wasn’t talking about a vacation. It only makes sense, with you and Hannibal both being part of the James Pack now, your parents might want to join. They’d be welcome.”

“How am I accepting all of this without freaking out?”

Simon gave me that grin that had my womb aching with need. My hands fell to cradle my stomach. Holy shit! What if I was pregnant? We hadn’t used any form of protection, and if he’d mistakenly assumed I was on birth control, he was wrong.

“What are you thinking now?” he asked with a shake of his head.

“What if I’m pregnant?”

“I’m not even going to ask how you got from your dad and Leslie joining the pack to thinking you might be pregnant. I think your mind might actually scare me. But for the record, you’re not pregnant. Yet.”

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