Zeph's Pov
"We're in the middle of a hockey rink," she breathes against my lips. "Anyone could walk in."
"I don't care," I growl, kissing her neck. "I need you. I need to feel you, to know you're really here and safe."
We end up making love right there on the bench, our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. And as we do, I feel my injuries healing faster than they should. The broken ribs mend, the dislocated jaw pops back into place, the cuts and bruises fade. It's our bond, our connection, healing us both.
Afterward, we lie tangled together on the bench, both of us breathing hard. "That was intense," she says, tracing patterns on my chest. "And your injuries are almost completely healed. How is that possible?"
"Mate bond," I explained. "When we're together like this, when we're c
