I smile. “You can train with me.”
She raises an eyebrow.
“I doubt that, sincerely. You are not a woman—how can you teach me to fight as Svanna or Ayla? Not to mention how much… larger you are than me.” She props herself onto one of her pretty forearms, and her breasts glisten the color of polished bronze in the low light as her dark curls stick to her face.
I shamelessly let my eyes pass over her again and again, wanting so desperately to take in everysweet detail of her.
We haven’t been together long enough for such a feeling to end. We belong to each other, and we need to never forget that.
As I stand, her small, brown hand goes to my calf. “Wait.”
Every inch of my body freezes at her command.
“Where are you going?” she asks, sheepishly, as if she were shy about her utter power over me.
“The suits are ready. We need to test them soon, so that we might look for the artifact for the elves. I need to check on them again and meet with Thorne. Then we need to glamour Ra'Salore and prepare for his and Melisa’s departure.”
She worries her lower lip. “Liana and I spent all afternoon together. I have something to tell you.”
I sit down again. “What?”
“I made a suit with her and Flova. I had a lot of extra energy after our training. And… it’s for me. I want you to take me with you.”
“Into the deep sea or the meeting?” I ask.
She takes a deep breath. “Both. I don’t want you to leave without me.”
“Estela, my star, come with me wherever you wish, but the mission will be dangerous. The sea is… vast. Terrifying. I have never been there before, and we will be seeking out the cursed and ruined city of my people. Even I am a little fearful.”
She gives me a look that reminds me of just how stubborn a woman she is. Her eyes are deep flames as she glares straight at me. The Fuegorra in my chest begins to warm in a way that is unrelated to the mating bond as she looks at me andseesevery part of soul. This is the power of a wise woman.
“I have already seen the underwater city in my vision. I’m ready for this.” She doesn’t flinch at the danger—she hasn’t in a long time.
Her power skims across my skin, causing me to shiver.
Seeing her laying before me, unapologetic, powerful, and rested from our twisting and turning makes my cock stir.
“What exactly did Liana teach you?” My voice comes out much lower than I intend.
She juts out her chin, looking at me with her burning eyes.
“I have been planting with Ulla in the afternoons, and now I’m meeting with Liana in the mornings. Not to mention my time sword fighting in the evenings. I am not weak. You have shown me I am not broken. Take me with you,” her voice pours into the room.
The song between us is a rumble of heat and passion and promise. I could no sooner deny her than cut off my left hand.
I draw my knees onto the bed with me, crawling toward her. “Very well, my love.”
Her hand travels to my thigh as a smile spreads across her lips, and her eyes drop to the evidence of my stirring blood.
“Very good. Now stay still, and then we will go to look at the suits together.”
Slowly, she draws up, crawling into my lap.
“I dream of this feeling,” she whispers as she pulls her hands around the back of my neck.
There are no barriers to unwrap and pull apart so I feel the slide of her skin against mine with an acute intensity.
Her mouth goes to the mating mark on my neck.
