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“Why do you think rockslides happen? Or earthquakes? Everything in this world contains energy. The earth possesses limitless energy. It never stops spinning.”
Eir let out a brief, delighted laugh.
What a notion!
“But you seem to be a man of action,” she observed. “Like a battering ram. Rather than a boulder who lies eternally still.”
“No one asked the battering ram if it wants to be used,” he said. “Sometimes, it takes more strength to hold your ground than to plow through obstacles.”
“And you would rather hold your ground?”
“I would rather be left alone and not be used,” he replied slowly, as if he was coming to the conclusion as he was speaking.
“What made you move, then?” she asked. For, she couldn’t imagine any power in all the worlds who could make this male move if he didn’t want to.
“The gods stirred up trouble, didn’t they,” he said matter-of-factly. “Made the Beasts of old fight their pointless wars. They picked on people I…”
He cleared his throat as if suddenly uncomfortable, and finished instead, “It made no sense to fight their wars. Just a power struggle that ended in countless deaths. I’d rather fight so my brothers can live and be free of war.”
“What would your brothers do if they were free?” she asked softly.
His words made her heart beat erratically. That muscle in her chest suddenly, inexplicablyached.
“Rai would chase his eagle-prince round and round across the skies,” he murmured, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
“He’d poke and prod at me to join in, but my protective casing of wings would shield me from his badgering. It’s nice to hear them though, streaking through the skies. If freedom had a sound, it would be the flaps of their wings and Rai’s happy roar.”
“And Sai,” he added with a chuckle, getting into the spirit, as if happy memories were infectious, “my brother who lived in the seas, would frolic in the waves or nestle in his cave deep in the ocean where he could guard his treasures. He loved spending his days counting them. All the gems and metals and pearls.”
“Andyouwould sleep as much as you like?” she queried, her tone whimsical, lulled by the pictures he painted of a carefree world without the meddling of gods.
“Aye,” he answered, his deep voice low like thunder.
“Hunt. Eat. Sleep. Listen to the earth beneath me. All around. Sometimes, it sings the most beautiful songs.”
“What kind of songs?”
He husked out a breath against her ear, making her shiver. Making her ache between her thighs.
“Songs of new life. Of growth and sun and fresh air. Wind rustling leaves and water bubbling in brooks. Nature donning her many cloaks as the seasons change. Songs of survival and death. Returning to the earth to feed new life. And the cycle starts all over again. But no song is the same. They are never repeated, always singular and unique. I could lie still and listen for ages.”
His voice was lulling; his scent, drugging. Eir could hear the songs of earth as he described them. They were as beautiful as he was. As majestic and…stirring.
And then she said:
“No rutting then?”
She didn’t know why she asked it. Like poking a bear with a sharp stick.
Oh, who was she fooling.
She knew exactly why she asked it. For the vibrating tension that shook his entire body now. And the gravelly roughness in his tone when he answered.
“Fucking is for man,” he growled, his arms tightening deliciously around her.
“You are a man now,” she pointed out, poking the bear some more.
“Aye.”
