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I rest my fingers against his forearm before tilting my head back and around to look into his eyes. His hand quickly comes up to support the back of my head. “I think if I can be truly happyand whole,” I say, making sure he’s looking at me, “it will be with the four of you.”
His eyes flash again, and I can tell he’s restraining himself for my benefit. I reach up and cup his jaw, running my fingers along the scruff there. “What’s wrong, wolfie?” I ask, partly teasing and partly not wanting to cause him stress.
For a moment, memories of me teasing another man flit across my memory. It was so easy and fun, but I have changed since then.
He grits his teeth and tilts his head back. “Every instinct in me wants me to claim you.” The corded muscle on his neck stands out as a muscle ticks in his jaw. “The desperation to kiss you chokes me,” he rasps, his touch respectful on my body despite his words. “I can’t . . . I shouldn’t . . .”
His struggle does something to me. I want him. I do. There are lingering fears in my mind. I slipped into the darkness when I tried with Kaito, but I’ve made progress since then. My body is starting to come alive again, so surely that means I’m healing.
“Weyland,” I whisper, “look at me.”
He takes a few seconds to gather his wits, but he tilts his head down, his bright eyes meeting mine. His pupils are large and desperation flickers there. I know, despite how he feels, that if I don’t want to do anything, we won’t. He would never push, so this has to be my decision.
“If you want to kiss me,” I whisper, still cupping his jawline, “you can.”
I think he stops breathing. “But—”
“I want to kiss you,” I say, making sure he’s looking into my eyes and seeing the truth there. There’s still a sense of unease and a little bit of fear, but I’m not lying. I want to kiss Weyland. I want to do more than that, but a kiss is a good place to start. Perhaps as I heal, I’ll be able to offer more of myself, but there’sno telling how long it will take me to mend. “I want you to kiss me,” I repeat when he watches me carefully.
“You’re certain?” he asks. He turns me so I’m facing him, then he drapes my legs over his so we’re facing each other in a much more intimate position than we were. Desire sparks through me, sliding down to my core and bringing it back to life for a moment. “We don’t have to.”
“I’m certain.” I cup his jaw between my hands, looking up at him. “Kiss me.”
He takes a deep breath, as if collecting himself. I didn’t know if I could ever get to this, if I could give them this part of me. They never pushed, never insisted, and now all he cares about is me and how I’m handling it, but I can see his desire flashing in his eyes. Every part of him is tense, as if he’s holding himself back and reminding himself to be careful.
“Okay,” he murmurs, leaning his forehead against mine. “Okay.”
Carefully, oh so carefully, he closes the distance between us, his lips pressing the barest of kisses on mine. It’s featherlight, a trial, and the moment he pulls back, I want more.
“A better kiss,” I tell him. “A real one.”
He hesitates, but then he leans down again. His hand comes up to gently caress the back of my neck so as not to harm me. He makes sure I’m okay with the hold before he presses his lips against mine again. This time, we sort of linger there for a second until I sigh and open my lips, inviting him in and asking for more.
Weyland groans and sweeps inside, tasting me. He uses his hand on the back of my head to help direct me for the kiss. My arms come up to wrap around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair as I try to get closer. His other hand grips my waist and pulls me closer until my core is pressed against his arousal. I gasp against his lips and he pauses, thinking I’m panicked.Instead, I take the opportunity to sweep my tongue inside, to claim him as he claimed me. His breaths grow rapid with desire, and he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, winding my body tight.
“Oh!” I gasp, leaning my head back. Tingles start in my toes and travel upward, lighting my body up from the inside out and dragging me from the darkness. The world grows bright around us and—
“Kai,” Weyland rasps. It’s the sound of disbelief that has me popping my eyes open and trying to figure out what he’s worried about.
At first, I can’t make sense of what I’m seeing. There’s so much light, I think the sun must be right above us, but then I make sense of the light. It’s not coming from the sun at all.
It’s coming from me.
“What . . . ?” I stare at my skin in surprise. The light I felt was literal. It arcs along my skin like lightning, giving off a glow that turns me into some sort of beacon. “Weyland, what’s happening?”
The light reflects in his eyes as he stares at me in wonder. He doesn’t remove his hands despite the bright light, but it doesn’t appear to hurt him either. “Magic,” he whispers. “Kai, this is magic.”
I shake my head. “No. That’s impossible. I’m human.”
I’m reminded about Cora, though, and her connection with her monsters and the magic she utilized. However, that doesn’t make sense for me. For Cora, yes, but not for me. I’m too . . . too . . .
“Bacca,” Weyland whispers, leaning in to press a kiss to my forehead. “We should tell the others and see what they know.” He hesitates. “I don’t know much about magic but the others might.”
“But what does it do?” I ask, staring at my hand in wonder. “What if it’s from you?”
Weyland meets my eyes. “We both know it’s coming from you,bacca, and that’s okay. Wrap your arms and legs around me and I’ll get us down.”
He hesitates, his head swooping down to kiss my lips. “Thank you,bacca.”
