Page 18 of A Song of Air (Fae Elementals #4)

T he bond slammed through his soul like a heavy blanket crashing against his senses. It clicked into place, settling where it belonged. He did not stagger backwards. He did not feel shocked, but awed and pleased and curious as the bond invaded his senses.

She stood before him, and he used his magic to push images into her mind. Of herself. Of him. And when her hand collided against his body, he shivered, a primal possessive instinct rearing its head, demanding he take. Claim. Fuck .

Down their sudden link, he heard her confusion. This woman. Tall, with unruly curls ratted from the wind and freckles that dotted across her face like constellations in an Unseellie Court. He had the urge to lick every fucking one of them, to explore how far down they went into her body.

To take.

To take what was rightfully his. To kiss the scars that trailed along her eyes, forehead, and cheeks. They resembled the cracks in glass, and yet she didn’t appear fragile or on the verge of breaking.

Behind her, the man he’d tackled to the ground called her name.

Bryson Varik.

Air Elemental.

His fucking mate.

But she ignored the human.

Good girl, he wanted to praise.

Instead, he dove into her mind with greedy fingers. She gasped, like she could feel him inside her. Soon, he wanted to promise. Soon he would be. He could feel her questioning mind working at a rapid pace. She had no idea what was happening.

He would make sure she did.

He would make sure she fucking knew who he was.

And Weylyn Xanth smiled a cruel smile. “Hello,” he whispered within the confines of her mind. “My mate.”