Page 273 of Elemental Becoming
His entire body goes rigid. I feel it. The way his muscles lock, the sharp flicker of confusion before he masks it.
“Amara.”His voice in my head is low and cautious.“What are you doing?”
I smile.
“Nothing.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You’re always poking into my head at the most inopportune times. I thought I’d return the favor.”
I feel his irritation.
Then his suspicion.
Then, despite himself, his amusement.
“I’m in a strategy meeting. It’s not a good time.”
“I know.”
I pause, letting him wonder where this is going.
“By the way, you should stop thinking about me. You need tofocus.”
I deliberately mimic the tone he uses whenever he catches me distracted.
“You know,”I muse, “for someone who spent an entire week tormenting me, you’re handling this remarkably poorly.”
He doesn’t respond, but I can feel his frustration spike as he struggles to maintain his concentration.
And then I let my thoughts drift to last night. To the way his hands felt on me. The way his mouth devoured me last night. The way his voice sounds when he loses control.
And I let him feel it.
All of it.
“Amara—”
There’s a sharp inhale. Across the bond, I catch the faintest glimpse of him sitting at the council table, jaw tight, fighting a smile while everyone around him discusses military strategy.
“Something wrong, Warlord?”
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“Oh?”I tease.“And what are you going to do about it?”
I let another memory slip through the bond. The way my legs wrapped around his waist. The way his voice broke when he whispered my name. I let him relive it.
Every. Single. Detail.
The reaction is immediate—a sharp flare of heat and irritation. The way his restraint tightens, then frays. I swear I hear his teeth grind.
Across the bond, silence stretches. Someone must be speaking to him. His attention flickers away, but not completely. The bond hums with heated silence, tension coiling between us like a wire pulled too tight. He doesn’t respond to me.
Oh, this is good!
A smile spreads across my lips.
