Page 125 of Bones

Not that there was much dragging necessary. I would follow my mate anywhere.

“Look.” She jabbed her finger toward the mirror. “You said my curse was a gift, but it’snot. It’s a curse. And the curse spread.”

“Aurora, if you call it a curse one more time, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you don’t doubt your perfection again. Or it permanently knocks the word from your vocabulary. Whichever comeslast.”

Her mismatched eyes met my own newly mismatched set. In a soft, sultry voice, she slowly said, “Curse.”

I reached for her and hoped the bathroom sink was sturdy since I intended to give her the fucking of a very long lifetime on it. But she dodged me, throwing a carefree laugh over her shoulder.

“Your siblings are waiting.”

“Let ’em wait.”

“Evil is lurking.”

“Let it lurk.”

“You already had me during the middle of the nightandthis morning.”

“There’s a limit now?” I caught her belt loop and yanked her back to me. Her breathyoomphwhen her body hit mine was enough to harden my cock. “The day I stop craving you is the day you can?—”

“Let me guess, it’s something with your left nut?”

“You have a filthy mouth,” I muttered, my gaze dropping to stare at that filthy, fuckable mouth.

She tried to keep us on track. “Your eyes are exactly like mine now.”

“Opposite.”

“What?”

“My black is your blue and your blue is my black. Completing each other. Balance.”

“Oh. Why do you think it happened? And why aren’t you freaked?”

“No idea and nothing to be freaked about.”

She let out a cute growl. “Well, I’m freaked enough for both of us about this damn curse. My eyes?—”

Fuck it.

Palm to her head, I gently pushed. There was no hesitation or resistance. Aurora folded to her knees, the pupils on those gorgeous eyes blowing with her desire.

Her need for me.

Grabbing her chin between my thumb and crooked index finger, I tilted her head back and looked down at her. I let myself take the time we didn’t have. “Your eyes are like the darkest night and the brightest dawn. Each beautiful in its own way. If you think I’m disappointed to share something else with you, you’re wrong.”

My hands went to my belt buckle, and she dropped her gaze to watch the way the tendons and veins flexed. I could feel her attraction to them.

“They’re hands, my one.”

At my words that weren’t spoken out loud, her head shot back so quickly, I thought she’d keep going and tumble.

“Don’t eavesdrop on my thoughts. And they’re good hands. Touch me, and I’ll prove it.”

Her attempt to talk was choppy, cutting in and out, but I could piece it together.

Another layer to our bond.

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