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“Say it again,” he tells me, and a breeze blows around us, caressing my skin.

“You’re mine, and I’m yours.” I press my palm flat against his chest, letting my electricity flow into him, and his whole body shudders against the door. “If you ever put your teeth in another person’s neck, I will electrocute you so hard that your time travel resets to the day you were born.”

His mouth curves mischievously, in a way that makes my heart jump. Then he guides me toward the bed, and when the backs of my legs hit the mattress, he eases me down slowly and surely. The quilt is cool beneath my shoulders, and then Logan’s over me, his weight settling against my body. The full-length contact sends my electricity flooding into him so hard that his arms shake where they’re braced on either side of my head, his pupils dilating so much that they’re nearly all black.

Slowly, his hand slides up my neck and tilts my jaw to the side, and his mouth lowers to my neck. His breath is cool against my pulse, and the electricity that jumps from my throat into his lips makes both of us shudder. Then he’s pulling me tighter against him, and his chest presses against mine, so the weight of him is exactly where I want it.

The sting is sharp. Two points of pressure breaking through skin, and my fingers twist into the back of his shirt as my body goes rigid beneath him.

When the pull starts, the pain dissolves into a slow, rhythmic draw that relaxes every muscle in my body. My electricity pours into him through every point of contact, and the sound he makes against my throat is low and desperate, sending heat pooling between my legs. I can feel how much he wants me where his hips are pressed against mine, and he rolls into me, the friction making us both groan.

This, right here and now, is perfect. If a blood bond forms between us, then so be it. We’re already each other’s in every other way. This just adds another level, one he’ll never have again with anyone other than me.

When his mouth leaves my neck, he brushes his tongue over the bite, and then his lips are trailing down my throat, across my collarbone, and lower still, until he pushes my shirt up and presses his mouth against my stomach. The electricity that jumps from my skin into his lips makes his fingers dig into my hips, and then he’s pulling my pants down, and I lift my hips to help, and his mouth moves lower, each point of contact leaving a trail of electricity that crackles against my skin.

Finally, his mouth finds me between my legs, and the first stroke of his tongue makes my back arch so hard that my shoulder blades dig into the mattress. My hands fly to his hair, my fingers twisting into it, and the electricity that jumps from my fingertips into his scalp makes him groan against me in a way I feel in my entire body.

The pleasure builds in layers, his mouth working me while my electricity lights up the room in erratic silver flashes. The vibration of the sounds he’s making adds another layer to the heat that’s climbing toward the edge, and then…

The Storm Sword was forged to destroy Revenants.

My breath stutters.

The weapon I’m about to travel to Venezuela to pull out of a lake exists to end what Logan is. I’m going to hold it in my hand, and the goddess who gave it to me is going to expect me to fulfill my duty and use it on him.

Logan’s tongue traces a circle that makes my thighs shake, forcing me back to the present. The pleasure spikes hard enough that it breaks through the intrusive thoughts, my hips grinding against his mouth and my electricity flooding into him in desperate, pulsing waves.

I’m star touched. He’s a Revenant. No amount of loving him is going to change that I’m destined to destroy what he is.

His tongue presses flat against me, slow and firm, bringing me back. And just like that, I’m climbing again. My body’s clawing its way back toward the edge through sheer physical desperation, my hips rolling against his mouth, my thighs trembling around his head, and I can feel the crest forming…

Without the ankar token, the man whose mouth is on me right now disappears, and what’s left is a Revenant with red-gold eyes and a hunger that has nothing to do with love.

My fingers twist in the sheets, and a frustrated sound escapes me.

Logan pauses. His hand tightens on my hip, black flames erupt around us, reality folds, and then, we’re back. Ten seconds, maybe fifteen. His mouth is on me again, approaching from a different angle, a technique that’s altered from the one he just tried.

The pleasure from the attempt he erased is still sitting in my body, layered beneath the new sensation. Now he’s adding new sensations on top of the old, and the combination is so intense that my thighs are shaking, my electricity lighting up the ceiling in erratic silver flashes.

My hips lift, my electricity surges, and then...

This is temporary. Whatever I have with him can’t last. He’s on one side of a war and I’m on the other, and every day I spend pretending that isn’t true is a day I’m choosing love over the destiny Tempest gave me.

The edge vanishes. Again.

Black flames erupt around us. Again.

His mouth, his hands, and his breath are different this time. He’s using his fingers now, two of them sliding inside me while his tongue works above them, and the dual sensation of pressure and friction is so overwhelming that my heels shove against the mattress and my hips buck up into his mouth.

I’m right there, my electricity flooding the room in silver flashes…

One day, the Storm Sword is going to be pointed at the man I love, and then what?

The edge vanishes.

I wait for the black flames. For another version of the last thirty seconds with his hands and mouth rearranged in a new configuration that’s supposed to unlock the release my body is hoarding behind a wall my brain built.

They don’t come.