I plucked at the covers. “You make sure I sleep with my favorite blankets.”
“Nothing but the best flooferdar should lie against your skin.”
“You made sure no one could poison me,” I sobbed.
“I just wanted to make sure you enjoyed your horig cakes.”
“You ate my cakes.”
“You noticed?” He cracked another smile. If he kept it up, I was going to melt, and there’d be nothing left for him to climb all over.
“You carved a dragon that looked like Seevar.” More sobs choked through my words.
“I carved him because I knew you’d love a wooden image of your friend.”
“You threw him toward the fire.”
“I knew you’d catch him, just like you catch me every day of my life.”
Vexxion.
Yes, love?
You’ve killed for me.
And I’ll do so again.
I won’t let you do it again unless you access some of my power this instant.
Tempest,he growled.
“I prefer Fury if you don’t mind. Someone at the fortress gave me the name Tempest, and it means nothing. You’ve named me Fury because you love me, and that’s the only name that matters.”Take my power. Please?
He cupped my face.I’m recovering. I always do. Why is this so important to you?
Because you give all the time. Loving someone means you also take. Letmegive to you this time.
I’ll be no different from him if I take it.
Of course this is different. I’m offering it. You’re not stealing it.
Are you sure?
I always have been.I’d wavered, but I never would again. We didn’t know how long either of us would be alive. I was determined to make sure every single moment mattered.
“Alright.” He closed his eyes and gently laid his fingertip on my forehead in the spot where he’d marked me as his inside the cave. Unlike the king, he stroked it gently. Even in this, he gave instead of taking.
That made more tears tumble from my eyes. I was going to drown us if I didn’t find a way to shut them off.
And then he drew on my power.
When I thought of this happening, I imagined it would be pure torture, that I’d cry out or lose touch with reality. Vexxion was a master. He used a light, almost teasing touch as his mind glided inside mine in an almost sensual way.
I felt the stroke of him deep within me, and it rocked through my core, making me wet. Making me crave him. Hereached my well; I could almost picture his soul pausing at the side, peering down, down, down.
Before he leaned over and carefully sipped.
I moaned as heat spiraled inside me, a whirlwind sucking me down along with him.
