“Izzy,” Myel breathed my name like a prayer, clutching me even tighter. “My miracle.”
And our not-bodies being crushed together in this place seemed to have the same effect as our physical bodies doing the same. Our arousal spiked.
I pushed back enough to find his lips and kissed him. And when my ethereal lips touched his, it was like some long-lost part of me had come home. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was the last piece of a puzzle, the final joining of our souls in this bond.
And through that kiss all our emotions flowed, not only his abiding love, but his heady lust, his need for me. And deeper than all of that, his unflinching devotion… mingled with a terrified doubt.
And because of this deep connection, I understood that dread-dismay instantly: he feared I’d leave him someday.
I had to hope this ultimate joining of our spirit would show him how much he was wrong. He knew how I felt, even if it wasn’t full-on love yet, it was nearly everything else. I needed him as much as he needed me. He was my partner… for life, and I appreciated everything this man had done for me.
As our emotions flowed, our metaphysical bodies began to merge in a way our physical bodies never could. He wasn’t just deep inside one part of me, but everywhere within me. And I slid inside him as well. We became one. It was sexy and steamy and hot and wonderful, but so much better than messy physical sex. It was pure and utterly sublime, heavenly.
We touched each other in ways I’d never thought possible, sinking deeply into this heated connection, giving and receiving in waves of building bliss. Our bond demanded we come together, and in this place we did… over and over again.
We remained like that, joined in a perfect union of ecstasy and devotion, for a while before I felt a pull.
My body needed me back. It had taken far more energy to be here than coupling in person.
“I have to go,” I whispered as we slowly separated, though still in each other’s arms, just not mingling spirits completely anymore.
He nodded. “I feel my body growing weary as well.”
“I’m coming for you,” I breathed. “I’ll find you and we have a plan to help you win the fight. Hang on, be brave my perfect hero.” I pushed an ethereal hand through his long thick hair.
“I will, I’ll never falter. I’ll hold on. I’ll wait for you, always.”
We drew apart, the pull of our bodies too demanding.
And yet, as that place of wonder faded and my essence settled once more into the heavy and weary confines of my body, I had to smile.
Because the bond between Myel and I was even stronger now. It was complete. And having sated its desire, I finally, thankfully, rested.
MYELAS
I openedmy eyes in the darkness and sighed heavily.
Izzy truly was a miracle.
Only she could have breached the metaphysical barrier between us and somehow come to me in spirit to sate our bond.
That had been… there were no words to describe our ultimate joining and the bliss which had flowed out of it. Pure emotion had somehow translated into raw sensation beyond anything I could ever imagine.
I shouldn’t smile, but I couldn’t help it. I rolled over to hide my joy from the guards outside my cell, in case they checked in on me through the small sliding grate in the door. I hated those men, there to make sure I didn’t sleep, didn’t rest, was always in pain. They’d soon come again, to beat on me, ensuring I didn’t sleep. I’d try not to let on that I was healed and whole when they did. And until then, I held my miraculous moment with Izzy in my heart and reveled in this stillness and peace.
Yet the stink of this cell, the cold and damp and barestone beneath me, all slowly ate away at my joy, till doubts crept back in.
During our time together in spirit, I’d felt the full extent of Izzy’s feelings for me… and though there had been so much passion and joy, she still didn’t love me. I tried to tell myself she simply didn’t love meyet, that it would come… but could she? Would she?
Because the other thing I couldn’t get over was how powerful Izzy had become in such a short time. She’d changed so much. Yesterday, after only one day of training, she’d bested Saldrea and Golana with earth magic. And now she’d used her ability with bonds to join with me.
She was an elf. There was no denying it. She had proven her power.
And she was royalty.
Would she come to know her own kind and relate to them? Would she see her own power and realize how far beneath her I truly was? Because I’d never known an elf who was kind to a shifter.
What if, despite how much she cared for me, she didn’t grow to love me? She was becoming more like an elf every day… what if her feelings for me changed completely?
