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Share Us
“Once we get the others on board,” I mumble, and he shrugs but nods.
“But back to the soul witches bonding. It’s not something that’s common.”
“So, like, we’re already rare, and this bond we share makes it—”
“I’m pretty sure this is the first time it’s happened. At least, it’s the first documented time.”
“Oh, great. Another reason for us to get murdered,” I say, beginning to hyperventilate.
“Calm,” he murmurs, sending some energy through the bond. It soothes me, and I relax into him. “Could we share magicae? Before you go?”
“What?” I blink in surprise, but he’s got a slight blush on his cheeks, some redness on the tops of his pointed ears. “You want to share magicae?”
“Yes. I can’t bond with you like they have, I don’t get the golden runes—”
“You’ve already got some.”
“Yeah, that I put there,” he says with a petty pout on his lips. “I want the runes from you. I want the connectionto you. I want—”
“Me.” He nods. “I want you, too, if that makes you feel better about being so possessive.”
A smirk dons his pretty face. “I wasn’t ashamed by my possessiveness, little love,” he replies, cupping my cheeks. “May I kiss you?”
This physical aspect of our relationship has moved fast, considering this is our first meeting.
But I’ve spent time with this man nearly every single day for the last six weeks or so. I’ve been learning about him, his life, even his secrets.
I know him. I know the person he is.
I scan his soul using my magicae, and it’s lit up gold. It’s beautiful. There’s some small marks, some pain, and a little black smudge in the centre.
It’s pretty perfect, something he doesn’t seem to know.
I nod, and he seals his lips to mine like they don’t belong anywhere else. Through our kiss, I open up my magicae, similarly to how all my mates—minus Necos and Jasper—have done for me.
But where last time I was the recipient and just had to focus on absorbing their magicae—onwelcomingit—this time I’m the initiator.
He does the welcoming, but he also opens his magicae up to me. I close my eyes, and welcome it inside. I take a piece of his soul, quite literally, as he does mine.
His magicae feels like coming home after a stressful day, when everything within you settles and you feel safe and able to be exactly who you are without judgement from people. It feels powerful, strong, but also soft. A sense of serenity fills me as my soul bursts with happiness. Pure joy and elatement fills me.
It’s different to the other energy sources within me. Ciar’s feels dark and dangerous, but extremely possessive and protective. Etrix’s feels like light goodness, just as safe and protective as Ciar’s.
Vitalis’s?Vexus’s? His feels like power itself. It feels like life, and death, and all that is in between. The good, the bad, the filthy. He’s there, in every essence of me, and my soul is rejoicing.
We’ve moved to the first stage in our bond, and I’m floating on cloud nine. The mixture of physical and mental touching, connecting, is everything.
When our bond settles, and we both return to our conscious mind, he pulls away from me, panting just like I am. His blue eyes have the same sparkle that I’m sure mine do.
After what we’ve just shared, we take a moment and just breathe together. It was a lot of intense power being shared.
“That might help with these anxious outbursts,” he says, running his finger down my cheek as he breaks the serene silence. “I’ll be there, willing to help whenever you need it.”
“Okay, I gave you time, but I’m done being grilled by your people, princess,” Etrix says, flopping on the sofa with a groan. He has just appeared out of nowhere, obviously light travelling, and seems emotionally drained.
“Next time, I’m turning the fucking lights off,” Vitalis grumbles under his breath.
“Want to go have a quick meet and greet before you go home?” he asks.
