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“Far from skewed,Thessa,” he purred her name, tracing a line from her jaw, down to the top of her tunic.
She grabbed his finger the moment it touched her heart. “Don’t do this.”
His magic flared in her grip. “Release my finger.”
She did not. “Do you really think I’m afraid of yourlittleserpents?”
“You seem to be the only one who isn’t.”
Smiling, she locked eyes with the serpent-wielder and brought the tip of her tongue to his finger.
He shuddered.
Without another thought, because her mind had won too many times, she pushed Soren flat on his back and straddled him. Pressing her hands into his shoulders, she said, “Every time you touch me, my body responds.”
His gaze drifted from her eyes to where their hips met. “Do you have any idea what I was thinking about doing to you when we rode Ares together?” Thessa felt him swell beneath her, and the pressure was undeniably perfect.
Goddess, help me.
“Well,” she breathed. “I appreciate your restraint.”
He groaned and said, “When will you kiss me?”
She bit her lip, but her rumbling stomach had other plans. “Maybe after we eat, I’m starving.”
“You’re joking.”
“I never joke about food,” she said, hopping off of him.
Soren pouted, then grumbled something about having meetings anyway.
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LECTURE NOTES FROM IMMORTAL ANATOMY:
Despite popular belief, the tongue is not the strongest muscle in the body. However, it is made up entirely of muscle, with considerable range of motion.
Over the course of an hour, she’d been fed, taken an overdue bath, and was finishing a full tour of camp. The dress Sila had loaned her was made of a white cloth material. It had no sleeves and was cut with high slits,forwalking,Sila had said—although her wink had said otherwise.
Back in Sila’s tent, she wasn’t expecting to see Soren. His dark eyes hovered from the grimoire to what she was wearing. “You look … different.”
“That’s what you’re going to say to her?” Sila threw a hand on her hip.
Soren’s father shuffled into the tent. “Ah, good. Iwondered when you’d both get to work.” He moved beside Sila, kissing her cheek.
Soren slapped the book shut. “Well this would be a lot easier if there were less distractions.”
Sila, not much taller than Thessa, lifted her chin. “I’ll remind you General Whitfield, your tent was prepared at first light, twelve lanes south and thirty-four east.
“Did you forget you leftyour songuarding the book inthistent?”
“WhereisBrenneth?” she asked.
“I told him his canine services were no longer needed. I’ll keep it with me from now on.”
Sila sighed. “Fine, less fuss for us.”
Jussal nodded once.