Page 66 of His Impossible Elf Mate
Then Teárlach shifted in front of me, the owl making way for the man.
My wolf went close, sniffing all of him, still finding the honey and Jasmine, the rainwater and alpha.
You smell the same. Shift back.
“Does it not hurt to shift back and forth quickly?”
No. Just makes you tired. Elves have magic, shifters are magic.
He shifted again; the owl replacing the elf. He hooted with joy and shifted back into his elf form.
The seamless transition between owl and elf made it feel like this could be a forever thing.
Somehow, Teárlach had been changed.
“Shift, please, Axel. I want to kiss you.”
I did and launched myself at him. His arms wrapped around me as we stood naked under the night sky.
Our mouths met in a hungry kiss as my hands wandered his body. I wanted his scent covering my body. Wanted him to claim me.
I must have spoken it somehow because T broke away only to pepper kisses along my jaw and down my neck. He held me close as his lips met the place where most put their bites at the base of my throat. T licked over the skin, making me shudder in his arms.
“I claim you as my mate. From now until The Luna calls us home.” He uttered the words to bind us together.
Teárlach bit down, a sharp bite of pain giving way to exquisite pleasure. He pulled away, some of my bloodon his lips. I kissed him savagely before kissing my way to the spot where I wanted him to wear my mark.
He was an elf, but he had a shifter form. There was no promise this would work. Yet I wished for the bite to take hold as I repeated his words and bit into him, his blood filling my mouth. I wanted to hear him, feel him. Wanted to be tied to him.
I want that too.
His mental voice overflowed with all the love he had for me. I saw myself through his eyes and knew I’d never be loved in such a way again.
You’re bleeding!
It’s just the bite. I’ll heal.
No, it’s too much!
Teárlach cupped a hand over the bite, sending healing energy into it. The glow of his pink magic lit up the night.
That’s enough, T, I’m fine.
“No, just a little more.”
He sent more of his magic into me until a golden pulse pushed us apart.
We stared at each other in shock for a moment.
“T? I don’t feel right,” I said as a cramping began in my gut and my chilled skin began to warm.
My wolf perked up their ears.
Teárlach sniffed the air as he stepped closer, cupping my elbows. His pupils dilated. “I think you’re in heat.”
“What the fuck?”
I felt the slickness gathering in my hole, the desperate emptiness that accompanied it. A need to be filled. To be stretched.
