Page 90 of Last Gift: Supernatural Battle

For the moment, I just wanted to be in Wild’s arms for a minute or two before facing the next battle.

I looked up at our usual table, my attention roaming over the quad, Spyne, and my cousin too.

Then it landed on a magus with brown hair and dark eyes. One with musician’s fingers, a black tunic, and black jeans to match. I could almost hear the rattle of his pendants in my ears, and I longed to see that tunic off, so I could trace the runes that told everyone he was mine and mine alone.

With the messages I was sending him, it was no wonder when Wild glanced up.

My feet locked on the spot as our gazes connected.

A roaring filled my ears, and Wild rose in a burst.

A heat built from the space under my ribs. My runes were on fire. Light was building in his chest, too, seeping out and about to explode. I could barely look at him through the light, and the magus closest to him were crying out and shielding their eyes too.

I didn’t care about them.

I didn’t care about anything except one fact.

That I was about to devour every fucking bit of Wild’s power and lick my fingers after.

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I opened my eyes. My back was so damn cold.

Because I was naked, and…

I glanced left, then right. I was sprawled out on a table in the eating chamber.

That got me upright. Covering my mouth, I then spotted a naked Wild beside me. Phew, if there were two of us, then this situation wasn’t as totally and completely fucking weird.

Or was it?

My body was stiff, and the eating chamber was empty—the four double doorways shut. “How long have we been here?”

Oh, fuck. I whacked Wild’s thigh.

He grunted, and I whacked him again.

“What?” he grumbled, rolling over on the table like it was a bed of clouds.

“We just completed the next step of the mating ritual in front of the coven,” I announced, pretty sure that was the case.

I groaned, covering my face.

I’d wanted to eat Wild’s magic. And so I had. He’d eaten mine too. We’d celebrated devouring the other’s power with a lot, and I mean a lot, of sex. On the tables where everyone ate their food.

I searched my body for a new rune.

Wild had decided the situation warranted waking up. “You won’t find it.”

“It’s in my vagina or butt?” I demanded.

His lips curled. “No.”

I gasped, “I fucking got horns, didn’t I?”

“It’s up the side of your neck. And beautiful.”

My fingertips rose to touch the left side of my neck where he was staring. I summoned a mirror. The new rune was similar to the tier of three flowers low on my stomach. The one on my neck was a single flower, though, and rested over my pulse. Vines extended out from it like delicate blood vessels. “What does it mean?”

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