The featherlight flutter of her tongue, her soft lips on my skin, and the quiet moan of hers that thrums through me make me want to throw her onto the ground and take her right here and now. I grow uncomfortably hard as she presses closer and closer to me. When her teeth scrape against my neck, I can’t stop the guttural sound that comes from my throat, and I pull her even closer, seeking some relief from the fire she’s ignited in me.
As if the roll of my hips shocked her, Raelyn gasps and pulls away, her hand going up to her mouth.
I blink, and everything is a little clearer, the lust-ridden fog moving from my mind as the space between our bodies grows. What in Luna’s name was I thinking? I had no idea it would be like this.
“Did I hurt you?” Raelyn gasps. Of course she’s not thinking about herself. Damn selfless woman . . . or goddess?
“I’m fine, love,” I rasp out, closing my eyes as I catch my breath from the raging flood of emotions and lust that roiledthrough me. “Give me a second.” I turn away from her, trying to adjust myself in my pants and let my body calm down.
When I turn to look at her, she’s frozen in place, her hand still at her mouth, as if she’s just as shocked.
“Areyouall right?” I tilt my head. “Do you feel any different?”
She finally meets my gaze, and I gasp. The gold flecks in her green eyes have multiplied and almost glow ethereally.
“What?” she questions. “Did something happen to my face?”
I chuckle and walk toward her. “Your eyes, love. They’ve changed.”
“Hells,” she says. “I thought?—”
“Thought what?”
“After our binding, I noticed some small flecks of gold in my eyes and thought it was strange . . .”
I nod in agreement. “I tried to convince myself that I just hadn’t noticed them before, or that it had never been bright enough when I’d seen you.”
“Is it bad?” she asks.
I shake my head and smile. “It’s actually quite beautiful. Right now, there’s almost a glow to them.”
“Well, that’s going to be hard to hide,” she laments.
I shrug. “This is completely new territory. I don’t even know where to start . . . but you never answered my question. Do you feel any different?”
She pauses and appears to take inventory of her body. “I feel . . . I think I feel stronger? There’s an energy buzzing through me,” she admits.
“I wonder if you have any powers,” I say softly.
“Powers?” she squeaks.
I suspect you’re descended from the?—”
“Sun god,” we say in tandem.
My eyebrows fly up. “You know?”
“I suspect . . . I don’t have any way to know for sure.” She shrugs.
“Damn,” I say quietly. “Have you noticed anything else?”
“Well, I think my hands healed in the sun,” she admits. “I think the tonic makes me want to avoid the sun because it would give me strength.”
“I think you’re right. Brilliant girl.”
She blushes at the praise, and I take note.
“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?” she asks again, raising a hand to touch my throat.
