His eyes glowed warm lavender. “Te ke vo, shei’tani,” he answered. “For the rest of this life and every other life that follows.” He kissed her thoroughly. “No matter what happens, never doubt that. No one—mortal or magic—could be happier than I am to be yourshei’tan.”
She managed a slightly watery smile and treasured the small surge of joy it gave him. That reaction gave her the strength to thumb away her tears. “Veli, Rain. Let’s find out how magical this river really is.”
She spun a quick weave of Earth to shed her leathers and steel, and dove into the water. A kaleidoscope of color lit up around her as she cut through the current, and she surfaced in an explosion of shimmering pink and blue light. Her feet settled on the crystal sand of the riverbed, and a tingle rippled through her body. Oh, yes, there was magic here.
She traced her hand through the water, swirling magic in her wake, and a dazzling color lit up the waters in response as the river amplified the glow of magic like a million tiny prisms.
On the shore, Rain shed his war steel and the padded silk tunic he wore beneath, baring the smooth, silky strength of his leanly muscled frame. Tall, unearthly beautiful, Rain shimmered silver in the moonlight as he walked into the river. A small wake trailed out behind him, ripples of scarlet, green, and deep violet.
Droplets of water tracked trails down her skin. The autumn night air kissed her damp breasts with tantalizing coolness and brought her nipples to tight peaks.
His eyes began to glow as he reached for her, but she laughed and danced just out of reach. She cast a teasing look over her shoulder and began to circle him. Ribbons of yellow, pink, and summer blue streamed out behind her.
The colors around him flared with sudden brightness as he spun arms of Spirit that caught her tight and pulled her towards him.“Veli taris, fellana.”Come here, woman.
She laughed again and let him pull her close. Her lashes fluttered down as his real hands closed around her, and her laughter changed to a slightly breathless moan.“Taris ke sha.”Here I am. Her head tilted back, and her hair fell freely to her waist. She loved the feeling of strength and protectiveness that always came with even the simplest touch of his hands to her skin. Adoration…even reverence…mingled with the hot stamp of desire. Never had there been a woman born who felt more cherished than she did when Rain Tairen Soul took her in his arms.
“Rain…” She murmured his name deep in her throat as the burning heat of his mouth closed around her and his tongue and teeth teased the sensitive skin of her breasts until a mere breath made her tremble. He hadn’t summoned his magic, yet he ensorcelled her as surely as if he’d spun a Spirit weave to captivate her mind and set her senses afire. He purred against her skin, and the vibrating hum made her body convulse in pleasure. Her fingers knifed into the thick, inky silk of his hair and clutched his head, holding him to her.
She’d never felt beautiful in her life, until him. Even free of the glamour that had hidden her Fey appearance behind a mask of plain, awkward mortality, she still felt more like Ellie Baristani than Ellysetta Feyreisa. Except when Rain looked at her and touched her the way he was doing now.
She skimmed her nails across the silky skin of his back and gave a throaty growl as his muscles twitched and shuddered in response. Desire roared through her in a fiery rush, his and hers combined, the sensations and emotions so intertwined she could not separate them. Her sex throbbed with a hot, heavy ache, and her hips bucked against his in instinctive, rhythmic demand.
Rain shuddered as heat blasted through his veins. Tender devotion incinerated like thin silk wrapped around a white-hot coal, softness replaced by consuming heat. His teeth grazed her skin, nipping with sharp little bites that made her gasp and arch against him.
His tairen roared inside him, turning blood to fire and flesh to burning stone.Give us our mate. Take her. Claim her. Make her ours.The fierce snarl whipped through his mind. His tairen growled and hissed, baring fangs and claws. There was no sweet gentleness when tairen mated. There was only fire and heat, the rush of the wind, the stab of talons gripping tight, the scream of desire and fierce possession that rocked the heavens.
Spirit spun from his fingers in wild waves, and the river around them blazed with fiery lights. Hands, teeth, tongues, lips, wings, talons, his Spirit bodies—both Fey and tairen—caressed and tormented her, claimed and plundered. Gone was the gentle lover. He poured out upon her his magic, his essence, the blazing need of his soul, the primal core of him that existed when all else was stripped away: pure, dominant male energy, unyielding and fierce, aggressor and defender, protector and conqueror, the darkness to her light.
Ours, his tairen hissed.She is ours. Our mate. Our female. Our pride.
“Kem,” he snarled to Ellysetta, sending the claim in Spirit and across the threads of their bond as well. Magic flowed across her naked flesh, drawing her muscles tight, detonating shuddering bursts of pleasure in her breasts, her loins, her womb. She screamed and his soul flared with triumph as her pleasure fed his own. “Ve sha kem.You are mine. Say it.”
She clutched at him with greedy, wordless hunger. Her mouth dragged across his skin, trailing fire in its wake. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to draw him to her, her own tairen seeking completion without submitting to his claim.
“Say it,” he demanded. His hands clutched her hips, fingers sinking into her flesh as he raised her up. The head of his sex brushed against the soft entrance of her sheath, tempting her, teasing her with the promise of what she desired. Her hips bucked again, and her teeth closed on his neck in a swift, sharp bite, a female tairen’s nip of irritation and command. He tossed his head back, shaking his wet hair out to its full length, but he refused to give in.
In the pride, the females weremakai, those who led the pride. But in mating, it was the male who staked his claim with unyielding dominance. A tairen male pursued his mate with relentless intensity, chasing her through the skies, using his greater speed and endurance to wear down her willful resistance. He herded her where he wished her to go with darting passes and daring swoops. He demonstrated his mastery of the skies by diving towards her on a collision course, only to pull back at the last moment so that he merely brushed her flying form, wingtip to wingtip, fur to fur. And with each brush of tairen bodies, he released the heady mating scent that teased and tormented her, driving her wild until she could do nothing but scream a final roar of defiance and succumb to him.
“Say it,” he rumbled again. “Ve sha kem.” A bump of his hip brought another tantalizing brush of his sex against hers. “You are mine. Say it.”
She clawed at him, snarled at him, twisted and writhed in his grip, but he would not relent until finally, exhausted and aching for him, she growled, “Aiyah, ke sha ver. I am yours.”
“Forever,kem’tani.” And, gripping her hips, he plunged into her core. Their eyes closed and their heads flung back on a mutual cry as he filled her, joining them in body as their magic swirled and twined about them.
When he opened his eyes again, the world around them had changed.
They were not in a magical river in Elvia anymore, but lying together, his body covering hers, on a silken couch in a tent whose purple silk drapes swirled and flapped in a warm night breeze, redolent with the heady scent of tairen. Muted roars rumbled in the night, and flashes of fire lit up the distant sky where tairen played near the snowy peaks of the Feyls. He recognized the place as theshellabahon his ancestral family lands near the Feyls.
He stared down into her face as his body surged into hers, and her gold-kissed hair spilled about her head in a wild tangle. He frowned…not gold. Her hair should be…? Thought disintegrated. His back arched, ecstasy splashing across his senses. “Fellana, what you do to me.” His hips surged again and he watched her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted on a gasp.
“No more than you do to me.” Her voice was a husky purr, rich and deep and throaty. It hummed across his skin and vibrated in his soul in a place no other woman had ever touched.
His hands stroked the silky, pale skin, its silvery glow so bright it was as if the Mother Moon herself shone from within. So soft. So sweet. All woman. All his. His own true love. He bent to trail kisses down her arm, her palm, drawing the delicate, slender fingers into his mouth. His tongue slid across the sensitive pads of her fingertips and touched lightly on the delicate edges of her fingernails.
She stretched and purred like a cat, and a smile spread across her face. Such luminous beauty. So unexpected, so perfect in every way. If he had ever dreamed of a truemate, she would have been the woman in his arms. Silken curls like sunlight gleaming on golden seas. A body strong and yet soft beneath his hands. And eyes…Her lashes lifted, revealing eyes of purest tairen green, pupil-less and blazing with the magic of her kind. Tairen’s eyes. Her eyes. The eyes of the soul that he loved.
Tears sprang up, surprising him, shimmering on his lashes. “How could you do it?” he asked. “How could you give up the sky for me?”
