The archangel was apparently in the mood to obey, because he left his shirt unbuttoned to walk across, brace himself with his hands on either side of her, and bring his mouth down over hers.
The kiss was a claiming, no two ways about it. Long and deep and slow, it curled her toes, brought her nerves to burning life, made her moan in the back of her throat. “Tease,” she accused softly when he lifted his head.
“I must ensure you never lose interest.”
“Even if I live a million years,” she said, caught in endless blue, “I don"t think I"ll ever find any man as fascinating as you.” Acute vulnerability hit a moment later. She pushed at the heat of his chest. “Show me the shirt.”
A tipping up of her chin, a kiss that told her the archangel was in a tender kind of mood. “I do as my lady commands.” He turned to give her his back.
Pushing off the sheets, she sat up on her knees. “There"s no seam,” she muttered, peering at the bottom of the slots. “No button, no zip. I half expected Velcro.”
Raphael coughed. “If you were not mine, hunter, I"d have to punish you for that insult.”
Her archangel was playing with her. It was an odd realization, and one that made the heavy weight on her heart lift a fraction. “Okay, I give. How do you seal the slots?”
He held out a hand, shifting to face her. “Watch.”
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she spied his hand. “Is that what I think it is?” Blue flame licked over his hand, making her heart kick.
“It"s not angelfire.” He closed his hand, ending the light-show. “It"s a physical manifestation of my power.”
She blew out a breath. “You use that to seal the edges?”
“The edges aren"t actually sealed. Look carefully.”
She"d looked plenty carefully, but now, she lifted up the shirt almost to her eyes. And that was when she saw them. Strands of finest blue, so fine as to be almost invisible, threaded through the white of the linen. How much power, she thought, stunned, must he have to do something like this without thought? This man would never ever tell her she was too strong, too fast, too tough.
“I"m guessing us peons can"t do this?”
“It requires the ability to hold power outside the body.” Turning, he rubbed a thumb over her lower lip. “As yet, you have very little power so the point is moot.”
She caught his wrist, looked up. “Raphael, am I going to have to Make vampires?”
“You"re an angel Made, not born.” He caressed her with his thumb once more. “Even Keir doesn"t know the answer to that question.”
And Keir, she knew without asking, was an ancient. “But if I do—”
“It"ll not be anytime soon.” A rock-solid answer. “Your blood was free of the toxin when you woke. You"ll be tested several times a year now that you"re awake.”
“Is it hard? To Make someone?”
Raphael nodded. “The choosing is difficult. It"s to the Cadre"s benefit not to select those who"re weak, who"ll break, but mistakes happen.”
Hearing what he"d never enunciate, she pressed a kiss to his palm.
“However the act itself,” he said, his voice dropping, “is as intimate as you choose to make it.
For many, it"s a clinical process akin to giving blood. The human is put into a medicated sleep during the transfer.”
Relief made her shudder. “I thought it would be like when you kissed me.” The intimacy of it had shaken her to the soul.
Cobalt flame. “Nothing will ever be like our kiss.”
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Heart thundering, she rose to stand on the bed, her hands on his shoulders. He looked up the naked sweep of her body.“Elena.”
She kissed him. His response was an inferno, but she felt the tension beneath the surface. “We have to leave soon don"t we?”
“Yes.” His hands smoothing over her butt, slow and easy. “We"ll take mortal means of transportation to Beijing.”
“Wouldn"t it be more impressive to fly in?”
“Endurance flying requires muscle strength you don"t have yet.” A practical answer, but his hands slid lower . . . lower. “It"s to our benefit that she consider us weak going in. It"ll make her careless. We"ll need every advantage if she truly has crossed the line into irrevocable madness.”
“Raphael . . .” She shuddered, thrust her hands into his hair. “Galen"s right. I do make you vulnerable. And she knows my weaknesses.”
So did I, Elena. And yet you hold my heart.
Two hours later found Elena back in the beaten earth ring that had become as familiar to her as her own face. Probably because she"d been up close and personal with it more than once.
“So,” she said, staring into the slitted, inhuman eyes of her sparring partner, “you do occasionally lose the suit.”