was right. Since the accident, they had touched several times and a mild tingle was all she felt. Well, not all she felt, but he didn’t need to know that.
“We carry a current that, when combined, changes the harmonics of the stones, which in turn can open the portal. But, unless we’re aligned, we zap one another.”
“Then we can’t—” Her heightened color finished the thought.
“Yes, we can,” his voice was changing as he spoke. “In fact, the more we touch, the more in sync we are.”
He watched the flush move up her neck. There was innocence about her he couldn’t ignore. She drew him like a magnet, and he didn’t think it was the harmonics. The rebel in him still fought beneath the surface, not wanting her—or anyone—to be his mate by design or destiny. However, he wasn’t sure any more that he wanted her to leave.
Then there was Rob. He knew he didn’t like that guy. He wasn’t sure she liked Rob all that much, either. Something he saw. A flatness in her eyes. Not like when she looked at him. Dorian let his eyes draw hers. Her eyes met his. Sparkled. Yeah, she wasn’t doing that around Rob.
When he started talking again, Dorian’s voice was lower, huskier. He cleared his throat. Morgan did that to him—made hormones flood his system, made his brain turn to mush. He fought for control. This was too important to let attraction muddy the waters.
“I don’t know all the history. Abbott House in Atlanta has volumes of journals and information on the Gulatega, your lineage—”
“Does everyone here know about the creature? Why aren’t they frightened?”
He shifted in the chair, obviously uncomfortable, got up, walked over to the sink and filled a glass with water. He took a long drink before turning around to face her, letting the liquid cool the heat building inside of him. “Actually, very few know about it. And since most people can’t see it,” he shrugged his shoulders, “why cause panic?”
He took a step toward her, held the glass out. She looked at it, then at him. He took another step and stood right in front of her—lifted the glass to her lips.
Mesmerized, she sipped. The water was ice cold. Delicious. She licked a drop from her bottom lip, still drowning in the ocean of his blue eyes. He was staring at her lips, his own mouth slightly open. His breath fanned her face, warm and inviting. If she leaned forward just a little….
Abruptly he turned away, inhaled sharply, and set the glass down with a thud.
“Aw, hell,” he cursed and spun around.
In one swift movement, before she could think or react, he stepped forward and swept her into his arms, enfolding her body fully against his. His mouth covered hers, seeking, asking. His tongue touched the seam of her lips.
Morgan’s hands moved to his sides. There was no zap, just heat. Her eyes closed as her lips parted, welcoming him into the warmth of her mouth, like a long lost lover. She grasped his shirt in both hands, pulling him even closer and felt his hands spread across her back, heat spreading a trail of fire across through her shirt. She heard herself moan and felt the staccato beat of his heart against her own.
She was drowning in the desire that was coursing through her body. She could feel her legs getting heavy and her head became a little fuzzy. A strange pulsing seemed to drag her forward, until she felt she was becoming one with the response demanded by the hard muscular body against her.
She couldn’t breathe. The room was spinning. She gasped. A soft blackness crept around the edges of her mind and she fell into darkness.
****
Morgan eyes fluttered open to the soothing coolness of a damp cloth over her forehead and eyes. Her arms felt as though they had lead weights attached. She took a deep breath, reached up, eased the cloth away from her eyes, and blinked at the brightness in the room. She was lying on the bed in the cottage. Light streamed in through the windows in the bedroom and the front
“We carry a current that, when combined, changes the harmonics of the stones, which in turn can open the portal. But, unless we’re aligned, we zap one another.”
“Then we can’t—” Her heightened color finished the thought.
“Yes, we can,” his voice was changing as he spoke. “In fact, the more we touch, the more in sync we are.”
He watched the flush move up her neck. There was innocence about her he couldn’t ignore. She drew him like a magnet, and he didn’t think it was the harmonics. The rebel in him still fought beneath the surface, not wanting her—or anyone—to be his mate by design or destiny. However, he wasn’t sure any more that he wanted her to leave.
Then there was Rob. He knew he didn’t like that guy. He wasn’t sure she liked Rob all that much, either. Something he saw. A flatness in her eyes. Not like when she looked at him. Dorian let his eyes draw hers. Her eyes met his. Sparkled. Yeah, she wasn’t doing that around Rob.
When he started talking again, Dorian’s voice was lower, huskier. He cleared his throat. Morgan did that to him—made hormones flood his system, made his brain turn to mush. He fought for control. This was too important to let attraction muddy the waters.
“I don’t know all the history. Abbott House in Atlanta has volumes of journals and information on the Gulatega, your lineage—”
“Does everyone here know about the creature? Why aren’t they frightened?”
He shifted in the chair, obviously uncomfortable, got up, walked over to the sink and filled a glass with water. He took a long drink before turning around to face her, letting the liquid cool the heat building inside of him. “Actually, very few know about it. And since most people can’t see it,” he shrugged his shoulders, “why cause panic?”
He took a step toward her, held the glass out. She looked at it, then at him. He took another step and stood right in front of her—lifted the glass to her lips.
Mesmerized, she sipped. The water was ice cold. Delicious. She licked a drop from her bottom lip, still drowning in the ocean of his blue eyes. He was staring at her lips, his own mouth slightly open. His breath fanned her face, warm and inviting. If she leaned forward just a little….
Abruptly he turned away, inhaled sharply, and set the glass down with a thud.
“Aw, hell,” he cursed and spun around.
In one swift movement, before she could think or react, he stepped forward and swept her into his arms, enfolding her body fully against his. His mouth covered hers, seeking, asking. His tongue touched the seam of her lips.
Morgan’s hands moved to his sides. There was no zap, just heat. Her eyes closed as her lips parted, welcoming him into the warmth of her mouth, like a long lost lover. She grasped his shirt in both hands, pulling him even closer and felt his hands spread across her back, heat spreading a trail of fire across through her shirt. She heard herself moan and felt the staccato beat of his heart against her own.
She was drowning in the desire that was coursing through her body. She could feel her legs getting heavy and her head became a little fuzzy. A strange pulsing seemed to drag her forward, until she felt she was becoming one with the response demanded by the hard muscular body against her.
She couldn’t breathe. The room was spinning. She gasped. A soft blackness crept around the edges of her mind and she fell into darkness.
****
Morgan eyes fluttered open to the soothing coolness of a damp cloth over her forehead and eyes. Her arms felt as though they had lead weights attached. She took a deep breath, reached up, eased the cloth away from her eyes, and blinked at the brightness in the room. She was lying on the bed in the cottage. Light streamed in through the windows in the bedroom and the front
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