The second our mouths met, Amrin melted against me with a soft breathy sound that nearly shattered what remained of my self-control.
My tail lashed hard behind me.
The runes beneath my skin brightened violently.
And the bond—by the Fates, yes, we had a matebond, true and strong—the bond purred.
Pleasure rolled through it in warm golden waves every time she kissed me back.
“Well, well,” Professor Franco called somewhere behind us, sounding deeply entertained. “Looks like my extra credit project finally worked after all. Won’t Uzzi be pleased!”
I ignored him completely.
Entirely.
My focus remained fixed on the female in my arms.
The softness of her lips.
The trembling little breath she made every time I deepened the kiss.
The way her body fit against mine with terrifying perfection.
Mine.
The possessive instinct no longer even attempted subtlety.
I drew back only far enough to rest my forehead briefly against hers.
“Come, sweet Luna,” I said quietly. “I have much to tell you.”
Her nose wrinkled adorably.
“You sound funny.”
I blinked.
“Funny?”
“Formal,” she corrected softly, smiling slightly. “Like one of those fantasy princes in old Earth movies.”
I barked out a surprised laugh.
“Well,” I admitted, “I did just return from visiting my family.”
That caught her attention immediately.
“You went to your home?”
Something vulnerable flickered through her pale eyes at the question.
Curiosity.
Hope.
A strange, tentative softness glimmered inside them and it tightened my chest painfully.
“Yes,” I said gently as we fell back into step beside Serena and the Draugr. “I returned to Asgard for a few hours.”
