The meeting draws to an end, and we all move out of the run-down cottage.
The thought of Melisa being safe and at home at last has my heart bursting with a sweet kind of calm.
We need to send a message to the king and queen,I murmur through the bond.
Melisa responds with a gentle hum, but says nothing more.
It takes me little time to sprint back to my hiding place to retrieve the speaking stones. A part of me is proud. We’ve worked hard this last month.
The rebellion’s plan is neatly set, and I have a family. A lightness bubbles in my veins, and something akin to warm water washes over me.
My bond.
I look down.
It’s… alive. My human form seems to interrupt our mating song, but right now, it blasts against my eardrums. I stumble against a tree when a new wave rolls through me. This time, I catch hold and identify the intense emotion.
Desire.
“Melisa,” I growl, just quiet enough for the others not to hear.
For all her secrecy and talent at hiding herself from me, she couldn't hide the ripple of want heating my blood. I had planned to go to her tonight, but the need for her is as strong as the forces that hold the stars in the heavens.
I arrive at that small room at the back of the house of a giant I wish to slay—a pitiful room for what she deserves. It's merely a fraction of what I will give her and her daughters when we return to Enduvida.
I stop in my tracks when her voice enters my mind.
Ra’Sa,she moans through the bond.
I go still. But molten heat churns and flows through my body. my chest heaves. Her voice like that… that sound wakes something inside of me.
I want her to say my name like that again. I want to hold her, to strip away her clothes, and sink into her.
I hiss as a white-hot pain sears across my neck. It isn’t midnight, and I haven’t shifted, but I am almost sure if I were to look in the mirror, I would see two small, glowing dots.
Mating marks.
What on the gray, stony earth is she doing?
Chapter 32
MELISA
Ra’Sa moves over me again, kissing down my neck. Another cramp spasms in my lower belly, and I want to roll away from him, but he cups my cheek, holding me in place.
“Tell me what to do, Melisa,” he murmurs.
I’m wet, that much I can feel despite the blood. I ache, too, but it’s a delicious pain. One that borders on pleasure. Want.
My hips rise up to meet his, feeling the girth of his cock.
“Take me, Ra’Sa,” I demand. Greedy.
His face is intense as he pushes into my entrance. Slow.
Too slow.
I push myself onto him, feeling the sharp pain that gives way to bliss.