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Like every time, the first instant his fangs sink into my neck, it’s pain. It burns like fire and I bite my lip not to cry out, my hand scrabbling on his arm, gripping it. He has me in his lap, my back to his chest, one arm around my waist, the other holding my head still.
Then the burn turns to pleasure and now I’m biting my lip for an entirely different reason. Pleasure rushes through me, making me tremble, tightening my body until I arch against him, shaking as I clench. I wish we were in my bed, naked, I wish he could sink inside of me…
As I come down from the high, both of his arms now around me, I remember that we are under a tree, out in the open, and a hot blush rushes over my face. One day I won’t feel embarrassed for wanting these boys so much, but it’s not this day.
Then I think of what Ash said earlier. He’s right. This is more than just the magic. This is something good we have found, something that people the world over search for. Some people never get to experience such a connection. Such love. No way are we giving it up without a fight.
Leaning back against his hard chest, I close my eyes and let myself be lulled for a moment by the steady beat of his heart. I feel it inside my own body, I feel the flow of his magic through me, his water element, the dew on the leaves and the moisture in the ground, the mist rising from the earth.
Above all, I feel him, this boy, so smart and so kind, the boy who was made to feel such guilt over things he never had control over.
“How can we get Sindri back?” I whisper. “How can we go? Getting out to visit your brother was difficult enough with everyone pitching in with demonblood and power. Now it’s only you and me.”
“I know.” He’s not panting anymore, not trembling. His voice is deep and steady, sending delicious shivers through me. “But we have to find a way.”
“Tell me. Got any ideas?”
“Working on that.”
I sigh, feeling secure in his embrace, trying not to feel the holes where the other boys should be—close to us, touching us, lying with us skin-to-skin, heart-to-heart.
“The gate works with demonblood magic,” he says. “But right now it’s open because of the families visiting.”
I sit up. “Really?”
“It’s our chance. The same way the elder took Sindri over, we can jump through the loop.”
“I thought elders had certain privileges,” I mutter. “Do you have extra privileges?”
“I’m still the heir to my House.” His voice rumbles under my back. He lifts his hand, the ring flashing on his middle finger.
“I thought you renounced that position.”
“Yet officially I’m still the heir.”
“Until?”
“Until another one of my siblings does what I refused to do and fulfill the necessary requirements.” He doesn’t say what they are and after Emrys’ story, I’m afraid to use my imagination. “Or until I die.”
“Ash…”
“If you’re thinking that it’s my sister trying to kill me to get the throne of the House, you’re wrong.”
I don’t say anything to that. I could say“it’s your sister”and“you know best”but what these past weeks have shown me is that you don’t really know people. Or that you may think you know someone you’ve grown up with and be completely off-track, when you may have been around someone only for a month and really know them.
At least, that’s what I think. If I’m right. If my gut and my heart are leading me true. If Ashton is right, and if it all works out…
God.It’s hinging on so many things. So many factors. Assumptions. Above all, the assumption that what we are sensing, feeling, how we perceive others, who we think they are is right.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he says. “I can tell.”
“I’m worried.”
He tsks. “I can tell that, too.”
“You’re omniscient. I forgot.”
“No, but your body betrays you when you’re tense.”
