I held it by the handle, keeping the long length away from his body and put my other arm around his waist, holding myself steady. His hand landed on mine, pressing my palm into his flesh, and I sighed deeply, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against his back, in the small place between the swords. I didn't understand what was happening to me, but everything about this man felt right. With my eyes closed, I sought out the beast inside me and she was growling contentedly. I took in a slow breath and let the scent of him envelope me, all male and heat and power. It was overwhelming. And I'd been around enough matings to know what it meant. It was the mate-call, the way that bears found their mates. Sight and scent were the big carriers of the mate-call, and my father had described it once as being unable to be separated from my mother when it first happened. I was at once both elated and freaked out. It was incredible to have found my mate within this strange realm and so soon after arriving, but what if he didn’t understand the mate-call? I had no idea how to seduce a man and I hadn't done much over kissing and fooling around with other were-bears.
