Page 63 of Winter Unleashed
The man was tall with black shoulder length hair. His eyes were different colors, one bright blue and one light brown. My wolf tilted her head when we noticed the white streak running down the middle of his hair.
“You must be hungry,” the man said, stepping aside to let my wolf inside. He had to open the door wider because of her large size. “Where did you come from?”
He patted her on the head before turning back to his tiny kitchen. When he turned around again, he held a plate of raw deer meat and a bowl of water. He set them down on the floor and gestured to my wolf to help herself.
When she was done, she sat on her haunches and looked up at him. She panted a little and pulled her mouth into a wolf smile. She was smitten with him.
He smiled back at her and scratched her ears. “If you want to shift, there are clothes in that wardrobe there. I won’t look,” he said, surprising both my wolf and me.
She nodded her big head, and he turned around. She moved to the other side of his bed so I’d be near the wardrobe before she shifted. After making sure he wasn’t peeking, I opened the door and found a large tunic-like shirt.
“You can turn around now,” I said once the shirt covered my body. When our eyes met a jolt of recognition hit me. “Liam?”
His head jerked back a little. “Yes. Do I know you?”
“Hmm…” I looked around the small cabin and when I saw the lack of modern conveniences, a theory struck. “What year is it?”
His face twisted in confusion. “Are you unwell?”
“No. I am fine. Please just answer me.”
“It is the thirtieth of March, and the year is fifteen hundred eighty-five.”
He lunged forward to catch me as I wavered on my feet. “How is this possible?” I rubbed my hands over my face. The last thing I remembered was being attacked by pixies and the next thing I know I traveled over four hundred years into the past.
“How do you know my name?” he asked, guiding me to sit on his bed. He left me for a moment and returned with a cup of water.
“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” I said, taking a sip.
“I won’t.” He pulled up a chair and sat in front of me.
“Well, before I woke up in that meadow out there, I was in a time over four hundred years from now. It was winter there. How did I wake up in the spring… in the past…” I shook my head and drank more of the water.
“Interesting. And what’s the last thing you remember before you woke up here?”
“A swarm of pixies attacking me,” I muttered weakly.
I sounded like an insane person. Time travel, pixies. I wasn’t sure what the looney bins were like in the fifteen hundreds, but I was sure it wasn’t a pleasant experience.
“I’m not crazy. Please don’t turn me in. It’s true. I somehow traveled back in time.” As the Vinur, I knew he knew about fairies and pixies, but I’d never heard of anyone traveling through time. Although, I never knew pixies, fairies, or vampires existed either, so there was the chance time travel was a thing.
“It’s okay. I believe you. Except I don’t think you traveled through time though.”
I nibbled on my lip as I worried he was only appeasing me before he alerted the police, or whatever they had in the fifteen hundreds. I caught him staring at my lips and stopped nibbling. When I licked them, he leaned forward as if hypnotized.
“If you don’t think I traveled here from the future, then what do you think?” I asked, covering my lips with my fingers.
He pinned me with a look I was all too familiar with. Past or present, I knew when Liam Fraser was horny. The knowledge of that sent a bolt of desire to my core, and I was wet within seconds. He inhaled, and when he caught my arousal, his eyes darkened even more.
“You haven’t answered me,” he said in that deliciously sexy, husky voice of his. “How do you know who I am?”
“We are mates,” I whispered. “In my time. Where I came from. We are mates.” I was rambling while he stared at me with those damn eyes and sexy mouth.
I debated whether it was cheating if I fucked past Liam while current Liam was probably at home worried about me.
“Interesting,” he said again. “I don’t think you traveled through time. I think you’re having a dream caused by pixie venom.”
“What? How? And… I… What?” I shook my head and ran my hand through my hair. “You’re so real though. The smells. Everything. This feels nothing like a dream.”