But if her reasoning was wrong, she had no idea what the fallout would be.
“Then do it,” Storm encouraged.
Using one gift now left just two for capturing three Alterantsanddealing with Tristan at large.
She had no choice, but that didn’t make her happy about what she had to do. “I can’t believe I’m going to burn a gift on this,” she muttered.
“On what?” Storm stepped close to her.
“Teleporting. And I don’t know how to do it, so I’ll probably throw up the entire way and . . .” She lifted her gaze to him. “I can’t leave you, but I might do something wrong and hurt you if I don’t do this right.”
Storm pulled her into his arms.
She sank against him, enjoying the feel of his body next to hers.
He lowered his head and told her, “I’ll keep you from getting sick. Call on the gift.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but his lips covered hers.
Since meeting Storm she’d come to realize that kissing cured a lot of ailments.
His mouth managed to suck all the fight out of her. His hands tucked her closer, but carefully. As if he knew just how far to test her ability to be touched. She’d never let anyone kiss her or get close enough to touch her since escaping that basement.
Not until meeting Storm just a few days ago.
He paused and lifted his head. “Teleport us now or we won’t be leaving here for hours.”
It wasn’t what he said so much as the serious intent in his voice and stark hunger turning his eyes black that got her moving.
She didn’t hesitate. “By the Tribunal power gifted me, I command that Storm and I be teleported along the same path as Tristan.”
The world started spinning as a thought hit her.
What if Tristan teleported somewhere dangerous that he was prepared for, but she and Storm would not be? What if . . .
Storm folded her close to him and kissed her again, pushing thoughts of anything but him from her mind.
An unfamiliar need coiled hot and urgent inside her. His lips caressed hers, his tongue playful. Fingers slid down to her hips, gently moving her snug against him.
Heat rippled through her abdomen.
He whispered calm words between kisses pressed along her neck. She shivered, longed for what his kiss promised. Her body urged her into his touch.
Thiswas the only way to teleport.
He kissed her cheek once, twice.
She leaned back against his arm and turned her head, sucking in a breath when his lips caressed her throat.
All at once the swirling colors melded into distinct lines.
The ride was almost over. Too soon.
She smiled when Storm paused then kissed her again.
Did he do everything with this intense focus? As her feet touched solid ground again, Storm’s chest expanded with a deep breath. He released a groan as if he was just as disappointed as she was to realize their trip would end soon.
He cupped her face and whispered, “Welcome to Air Evalle. Coffee, tea . . . or this.” He kissed her again, murmuring, “Keep your eyes closed.”
