Feeding

Tori's POV

“What do you need?” Hanzo asks after a few minutes of me staring off into space. “I don’t know,” I answer, feeling relieved that I do have him in my corner.

“If you think of anything, tell me,” he reassures, I smile down at him enjoying how much he calms me. “I will, how did you get your scars?” I ask hesitantly I trace my fingers down the scar on his hip.

“Pack fight,” Hanzo answers, pulling me over him where we are now sitting up against the headboard. “Really?” I ask watching him in concern as I try to get comfortable in his lap despite feeling uneasy.

“Yeah it was intense,” Hanzo answers. “How did that happen?” I question, nervous to push him too far.

“I got myself into trouble,” he admits. ‘Leave it Tori, it’s a bad memory,’ Reika growls at me, already more protective of our mate than I expected. “I can only imagine the trouble you get yourself into,” I tease making light of Hanzo’s reluctance to talk about what happened.

“How old are you?” I change the subject then cl