Page 88 of The Huntress
He’d yet to drink from her, and she wondered about that. Was he concerned she was still weak?
Yes, I’m concerned.
“I thought it’s because I’m not delicious anymore.”
“Never, my love. I long to sate my thirst, to feel you orgasm around me when I do.”
“I am well enough, Gabe. Drink from me tonight.” The promise of pleasure swirled low in her belly. She cleared her throat. “Now, why do I see you in night-goggle-green, and you see me in infrared?” She shifted between her own vision and his shared one, undecided on which one she preferred.
“You were human, sweet Callie. It’s logical for your mind to grasp familiar explanations. I’m an ancient predator. We didn’t have technology when I was human. This is how I see in the dark.”
“Shit. I was so naïve.” Her last stakeout came to mind. She was lying on top of the container with her pistol in hand. No wonder suckbloods had never taken humans seriously.
He chuckled, circling an arm around her waist to kiss her temple.Ready to try running?
Within seconds, brand-new sneakers adorned her feet. She stared at them with her green-tinted vision and sighed. That she could conjure them amazed her. How long would she find that talent incredible before the novelty wore off? She suspected never.
You don’t need sneakers. Your feet won’t touch the ground.
As soon as they stepped outside under a full moon, she burst into a run, pumping her legs as hard as she could. Sweat beaded her forehead and upper lip as she struggled to breathe. She wasn’t unfit by any stretch of the imagination, but this was ridiculous.
“You are running like a human.” He chuckled as he jogged alongside her sprinting self.
“Running is running.” She panted between words. “Pump legs, move forward. It’s physics.”
“Can you feel the wind’s touch?”
She gulped, fighting for breaths, but shook her head.
A wind picked up, tossing her hair around her. It cooled her flushed face and neck, summoning a blissful sigh from her. “I feel it now.” She flashed him a smile.
“Call to the wind and allow it to carry you,” he said.
“What?” She stumbled to a halt and bent over, gripping her knees while sucking in air.
“Imagine you weigh no more than a feather adrift. Direct the wind and manage its speed.”
“Holy shit.” She straightened to rest her hands on her hips. “Are you freaking kidding me?”
He gathered her hand in his, palm upward, then swirled his fingers over it. Gray smoke twirled in a gentle tornado, tickling her. “Now you try.”
She raised her fingers above the mini-vortex only for it to fall flat. He grinned, flicked his fingers again, and it spun upward. She glared at it, determined to win. She twirled her fingers in the opposite direction, and with a gasp, the micro-tornado halted mid-spiral and spun counterclockwise.
“Now call on the air around us, have it press against your back.”
She did, whipping her hair forward to blind her. With a wave of her hand, her hair braided itself. She drew in a deep breath, still winded from her sprint, and imagined her feet lifting off the ground. With a yelp, she tilted forward, losing her balance. He grabbed her shoulders, and she formed a fist to smother the gray smoke still spiraling on her palm. He looped an arm around her waist and pressed his lips to her ear.
“Light as a feather,” he said, his warm breath sending tingles along her neck.
She closed her eyes. The wind pushed at her back, and she twisted so it caressed her face.
You’re so sexy.His masculine voice floated through her mind.
I am?An excitement of another sort set her insides on fire.
Your strength of will, your stubbornness. Lord of the moon, Callie. I love you. Love everything about you.
She giggled.What brought this on?
