Page 40 of A Song of Air
Then the vision changed, and she saw something else. A flash of the people before her. Specifically, the one who smelled of cacao and peppers. It was a brief flash. Of golden-brown skin and long black hair, of a dark mustache and beard around a seductive, smiling mouth, and eyes rolled to the back of his head.
And, by Mana, it felt like he was inside of her. As though the cosmos were dancing behind her eyelids. A gust of energy filled her body as she stepped closer and closer still to the man. And when she came to the edge of him, her hand lifted.
She heard a voice call for her from behind, Ev’s she was sure, but she didn’t care. Not when she was completely hypnotized, her body pushing her to touch. To feel.
And when her palm met a hard, warm chest, energy shot through her arm, making her groan and shiver as something within her bodysnapped. It felt like a lock clicking into place. Like something that had been absent from her soul found its missing piece and suddenly, she waswhole.She wasfilled.
And for a second, she had no idea what it was. No idea until a deep, seductive voice purred through her mind.
“Hello,”it whispered.“My mate.”
To Claim a Mate
The bond slammed throughhis soul like a heavy blanket crashing against his senses. It clicked into place, settling where it belonged. He did not stagger backwards. He did not feel shocked, but awed and pleased and curious as the bond invaded his senses.
She stood before him, and he used his magic to push images into her mind. Of herself. Of him. And when her hand collided against his body, he shivered, a primal possessive instinct rearing its head, demanding he take. Claim.Fuck.
Down their sudden link, he heard her confusion. This woman. Tall, with unruly curls ratted from the wind and freckles that dotted across her face like constellations in an Unseellie Court. He had the urge to lick every fucking one of them, to explore how far down they went into her body.
To take.
To take what was rightfully his. To kiss the scars that trailed along her eyes, forehead, and cheeks. They resembled the cracks in glass, and yet she didn’t appear fragile or on the verge of breaking.
Behind her, the man he’d tackled to the ground called her name.
Bryson Varik.
Air Elemental.
His fuckingmate.
But she ignored the human.
Good girl,he wanted to praise.
Instead, he dove into her mind with greedy fingers. She gasped, like she could feel him inside her.Soon,he wanted to promise. Soon he would be. He could feel her questioning mind working at a rapid pace. She had no idea what was happening.
