Page 56 of Deadly Reckoning
“That’s mildly concerning,” Coen says, although he does so with such a big smile that I highly doubt that he’s actually worried about it.
“So, what’s up?” Neith asks as they all move closer, and her fire jumps back to her and then disappears completely.
I don’t think she truly gets just how much of a natural she is at this. She’s taken to being a supernatural so easily considering she’s spent the majority of her life thinking she was a human. Even late bloomers spend their lives knowing that they are supernaturals, so in a way, they prepare for it. For Neith, it was the opposite, and she actually was tested and told repeatedly that she wasn’t a supernatural, and yet somehow, she’s adapting incredibly well.
My eyebrows rise slightly, “What makes you think that something is up?”
“You’ve both got that look,” she replies like it’s the obvious answer.
“Well, you’re not wrong. Can I talk to you for a moment?” I ask, a shiver of nerves making my stomach flip.
She nods without any hesitation, and I smile as I hold my hand out for her.
We walk until we’re out of earshot of the others, not that it really matters because they’re going to find out pretty much immediately anyway. I just want Neith to be told before I tell everyone else.
When we stop, she asks, slightly hesitantly, “Did I do something?”
I frown, “No. Not at all.”
More nerves rush through me, and I find myself stumbling over my words as I try to tell her and end up just sighing heavily as my mouth snaps closed.
She ducks so that she can look in my eyes. I have no idea when I dropped my gaze to the floor.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” she says. She grins, “Do you need me to kill someone? Consider it done.”
I laugh in shock, and what makes it hotter is that I know she isn’t actually joking. If I said that I needed her to take someone out for me, I know that she would do it with absolutely no hesitation.
That probably shouldn’t be hot to me, but it is.
“Do you remember in the woods when we were all talking about mates and bonded, and I told you about Incubus bonds?”
She tenses slightly and nods, “Yes, you get a choice, right?”
“Yes.” I don’t really know how to tell her, so I decide to just blurt it out, “You’re mine. Raiden did the research and then made me a tick list, and I can tick off everything. You're mine. You’re my bonded. If you’ll have me.”
Her eyes widen, “Shut the fuck up. Seriously? You’re mine?”
I nod.
Opening my mouth to explain more, I don’t get the chance to because she launches herself at me. It surprises me so much that I fall back into the tree behind me.
I have never been so grateful for a tree.
My entire being gets consumed by Neith as her lips meet mine. I feel her magic reach for mine, and I don’t even have to wrestle mine to get it to be nice. Our magics dance in much the same way as our tongues do. And her hands thread into my hair as my hands grip her ass.
Eventually, our kiss slows, and I rest my forehead on hers as she smiles beautifully.
I can’t fucking believe that she’s mine. How did someone like me get so fucking lucky?
“I love your eyes when they’re gold, Camden,” she mutters quietly, and my heart literally skips a beat.
My magic is happy and satiated for maybe the first time ever, and it reaches for her, making her smile widen.
“Thank you, beautiful.” I study her closely, “Are you okay with this? You get a choice.”
I am reasonably certain that she gets a choice, under normal circumstances she would, but this is different than anything that I know to be true, so I’m not entirely sure.
She grins, her hands rising to cup my cheeks, “I know, and I choose you.” I smile and open my mouth to reply, but before I can say anything, she bursts out laughing, “Shit, I made it sound like you were a Pokémon,” she puts on a ridiculous voice and says again, “I choose you.”
