30th Ymiden
Elyna knew that she was a cruel mistress, but she couldn’t wait any longer. The night had always fascinated her, made of darker shadows that overlapped. Clouds blocked out any starlight that could have crept through the gap between the curtains. The room basked in warmth and silence, except for the heavy breath of slumber. All too soon, the light would start to creep into the sky and the day would begin. Then there would be no time. Her heart raced, thudding out of sync as she lay, curled up against warmer skin than any human had. There had been a time when she’d been asleep, but thoughts had tiptoed into her dreams and then kicked her into wakefulness. Now she was panicking. The Skyrider turned in Malcolms arms and pressed kisses to his collarbone and shoulder, “Mal,” she whispered, “Mal…wake up,” it was almost heartless to wake the man from his sleep. As heartless as it was impossible, but the Skyrider was relentless. Also, she could remember the last time she’d woken him in the middle of the night, and that had turned out pretty well. He was a being of the night, with his inky hair and green eyes. A man of devotion and pain, a wolf if she’d ever known one. They were definitely animals of the darkest whisper of obscurity. Elyna knew enough of herself to realize that though shade threatened to eclipse her, she was truly a woman of the day and yet she couldn’t sleep. Not yet. Not when excitement and fear warred within.
A human and biqaj mixture of blood had created a longing for open air and endless skys. It was why, even after Malcolm had closed the window before falling asleep, she had pushed it open the tiniest amount and welcomed the freshness in.
Having little luck in waking him, Elyna traded lips for teeth and bit his shoulder gently, hands smoothing over his side in careful exploration. The scar was healing, but she was damned if she was going to try and hurt him.
