Page 124 of Vameer

She shifts closer. “It’s what your blood tastes like. Did you know that?”

I shake my head. “Mate blood tastes… special. You’re the only one who will ever know that flavor.”

“Really?” Her expression brightens. “What do I taste like?”

“Chocolate.” I rub my thumb over the pulse point in her neck. “Your pussy tastes like chocolate too.” Rune pulls in a shocked breath. “But your scent, the one that fills whatever room you’re in. It’s fresh apples. All Alts can smell it. But to me, as your mate, it’s the best scent in the world.”

“I’ve always liked apples. And honey.” She slowly drags her hands back down my chest, over the thick material of my robe. “You smell like storm clouds. And I’ve always loved the rain.”

Gods, I love this woman.

Her finger catches on something, and we both look down.

Rune pulls the material away from my body, focused back on the bullet holes.

“I’m fine,” I remind her. “That was from yesterday.” I look up at the sky, trying to remember if that timing is correct.

“Yesterday? You got shot at two days in a row?”

I lift a shoulder. “Modern times.”

Rune just stares up at me.

“I was not hurt. My gravito kept the bullets from penetrating my skin.”

She mouths the word gravito.

“It’s the power all vampires have. How we jump long distances. Move things without touching them.” I tap a finger to her chest. “I believe you will get it.”

“Is that the smoke stuff?”

“Sí. But not all vampires can do that.”

“Make it visible?”

I dip my chin. “That and… when you use it enough, it… learns.” This is probably the worst explanation anyone has ever given of the power, but I’ve never had to explain it before. “I’ve done a lot of fighting. Been in a lot of battles. So my gravito has learned how to protect me. And when someone attacks me, it covers my skin like a shield. So.” I pluck at the material. “The bullets made it through my robe but never touched my skin.”

“That’s amazing.”

Cloudy gray gravito pops into existence around us.

Rune lets out a startled laugh.

And the cloud turns a light shade of yellow.

My brows lift.

That’s new.

“So pretty.” Rune runs her hand through the tendrils of power.

The cloud pulses a pink color.

I make an incredulous sound.

My gravito just blushed.

There’s a pinch at the back of my neck. And I swat at the obnoxious cloud.