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Hey, don’t worry, she said. I’ll feed you again. But have a look.
He caught the bottom of her feet with his boot so she could stand on something firm. She kept one arm pinned around his neck, as he drew away just enough to be able to see the rim of the spell. There. The top is right in front of you. Can you see it?
No. I don’t see a damn thing, just some low hills in the distance and a lot of stars.
All right. Apparently, the gift to see Margetta’s fae spell belonged only to her. Go ahead and rise about ten more feet.
He moved swiftly now that he wasn’t busy at her neck.
We’re well above the top, but take us slowly to the east. We wouldn’t want to crash into the spell in case for some reason I can’t see an invisible upper portion.
Will do. He moved forward slowly and she pushed against the air in an attempt to detect something she couldn’t see. But she’d been right, the spell only went so far. We’re good.
When he’d flown them twenty yards away, she told him to turn around and look back. “Do you see the camp?”
He turned her in the air once more. “I don’t see anything but stars and distant land.”
“It’s all there. Want to go back for a look-see, a little reconnaissance?”
“No, I don’t think so. Margetta might be able to track us or even see both of us, then we’d be in deep shit.”
“You’re right.”
“Hold on, Olivia. I’m heading to the beach now. It’ll be a quick trip.”
He drew her against him, and she held him tight, her gaze facing forward.
She couldn’t believe she was in Zane’s arms and the way the man smelled, like the wind blowing over seaside grasses. She drank it in and the wolf in her loved it, craved it.
Fur remained on her hands and chest. While he flew, she used the back of her fingers to stroke his cheek to let him feel what she’d sprouted. She knew what she wanted from him right now and she didn’t even care if it was a one-time thing or not.
This was Zane, the man she’d tracked for months, ever since she first saw him at the E
lf Lords Hideaway. She’d been attracted to him from the first, but right now, desire boiled in her veins. She needed to be with him, connected to him, and she wanted him to feed again while he was buried between her legs.
She slipped into telepathy. Will you take from my vein again?
He squeezed her waist with his hand. Nothing could stop me. I feel fired up and I’m healing faster than ever. You have power, Olivia, more than I’ve seen in another Realm woman in a long time. He paused, then, We’re almost there.
Olivia breathed a sigh of relief. Good. Her body felt wound up so tight she was ready to fly off into outer space.
She didn’t exactly understand what was happening between them, but her wolf did and she was letting the shifter part of her take the lead. Shifters by nature – at least according to everything she’d read – needed physical release in every possible way, whether battling for pack order, or taking off for long runs across the countryside, or the pleasure of sex.
She’d been starved most of her life as a result of her separation from the shifter world, which sort of explained why she had only one intention right now.
He flew over what proved to be a tall, seaside cliff, dropping them down to a beautiful beach. Because she’d been tracking him as long as she had, she knew he hadn’t been in this location once during the past nine months. She kept her cloak tight, however, covering them both just in case Invictus happened to catch them unawares.
The beach was curved, leading to a series of rocks that jutted out of the ocean to the south. The white sand glittered in the moonlight.
As he set her down, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.
Her fingers landed on his bare arms, now fully healed, so that she was touching what she’d been lusting after all this time.
Zane had a magnificent body. He was lean and so muscled that her mouth watered.
She drew back slightly, shifting to kiss his bicep. He flexed for her, and without thinking, she opened her mouth wide and bit the tough mound of muscle, holding onto his flesh.
In response, he growled softly, gripping the back of her neck, something her shifter-self loved. Between the hold of her teeth, she licked his skin. Just as she suspected, he tasted like salty, pungent grasses.
