The Alpha's Temptation

Chapter 69 Beckoning Eather

Flustered, Tania smacked his hand off when he brought it to her gown, her face red like a tomato. Eltanin burst out laughing at his cute little mate. He went to stand in front of her and met her gaze. He brought his hand to her nape and brushed his thumb and fingers on her creamy skin. He remembered that she was so deep in her sleep that when he gave her that little love bite on her breast, she murmured his name and brushed his cheeks. He could even smell her faint arousal in her sleep. She was so vulnerable at that point of time that he pulled her closer to him and tried going off to sleep. Eventually the sleep came after a few hours.

"How is your translation going?" he asked as if to put her out of her discomfort. Tania's heart thrummed beneath his fingers erratically.

"I don't know…" she replied. "It's as if something inside me wants to break free, but it wouldn't because it doesn't have an anchor."

Eltanin's eyes narrowed at her revelation. After a moment of contemplation he said, "Do you want me to help you with whatever is trying to come out of you?" Were those her powers that were stirring inside her, her gifts? The thought excited and scared him. He wanted to be with her through this journey in order to ensure that she wasn't harmed.

Tania stepped away from him. "No!" she rasped. "I would be better standing naked in front of you, rather than having that thing spilling out!" She was beginning to get scared of things that were kindling inside her.
"Naked?" Eltanin stopped her from stepping away from him by placing his hands on her buttocks, clasping them like a warning not to go away from him. Images of her naked back, his hands over there, the upper swells of her breasts, rosy nipples bounced around his mind. "If you want to be naked in front of me, I wouldn't mind."

Tania blushed like a red rose. Despite her reticence, a faint smile came to her lips. He understood her apprehension.

"It is time that whatever spark you have in there," he tapped on her heart, "you get it out. I am here with you if you want to do it in my presence." He left her and stepped back. "If you don't like me to be here while you are at it, I will leave." She lowered her head and didn't say anything. He got the cue. He turned and started to leave. He was opening the door when she called him.

"Wait," she stopped him, her voice wary. "I don't know what to do." She looked at the Klafesh arcana. "Reading it stirs me from the inside and I am afraid. But I want to try. The next spells in the book are very powerful."

Eltanin' throat bobbed that she trusted him. He returned to her and stood in front of her. He cupped her face with his hand. "I will stand with you when you chant the next spells." Tania's petite frame trembled a little as a thin film of sweat lined her forehead. He traced her shoulders with his fingers and then went to her collarbone. "Relax."

Tania read the next spell softly, as she kept her gaze at the arcana book. Suddenly, tiny sparks of power whirled around his arms and he couldn't help but feel shocked. Her touch felt warm, full as if he was floating over the Jade Sea. Something inside him stirred—a wispy tendril of his power that wanted to connect with hers. It was as if his eather wanted to surge out and bond with her. He was tracing her skin earlier, but now his fingers dug in her flesh lightly. The power, the beginning of bonding, was like a potent drug. He had never ever felt his entire being thrumming in response to anyone like now.

Tania's eyes drifted to him because she felt a strange pull towards him. She chanted the next spell. Faint tendrils of power swirled around her in the form of white smoky wisps. The last time she remembered when her powers were invoked was when her Master tried to take a piece of her soul when she was just a five-year-old child. The pain was excruciating and she fell ill for a long time. But with Eltanin—it was as if whatever was pulsating inside her wanted to meld with him.

"Don't be harsh on yourself." His voice was slurry as his eather throbbed inside him, when the spell took a potent drug like effect. It was as if he had swallowed the strongest alcohol. He gripped her waist so as to balance himself against her.
The tendrils swirled around her and then traveled up his arms. His own eather throbbed inside strongly one last time before emerging out and meeting Tania's powers. And as soon as the two powers met over their skins, Tania swayed in his arms.

Despite feeling drunk on her essence, Eltanin held her tightly by her waist. His eyes became heavy-lidded and her lips parted. He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his one arm around her shoulder and the other behind her back. The effect was so pronounced that heat pooled in his groin and he started thrusting against her belly. He was beginning to get terrifyingly aroused by it.

Her powers were pulsating strongly, and they flooded him, provoking his eather. A shudder passed through him as his heartbeat accelerated, matching that of his mate.

Suddenly, he realized that it was their spirits that had started bonding because she lowered every restraint against him. She let her spirit reach out to him.

Eather spilled out of him in waves of blue. It streaked out of his eyes and rippled on his skin. It was as if Tania had this reservoir of power that was filling the well inside him that had been dry for so long. He nearly moaned in the intensity of the sensation that filled him—of life as pure as driven snow mixed with essence called Tania. It was seduction beyond comparison. It was a fathomless well of power. And Eltanin couldn't imagine what would happen if he mated with her and sank his fangs in her. He would withdraw all that power and then some more. What would happen to his delicate Tania?

If Felis had tried to use this kind of power to invoke his wolf, he would have happily given it to him. Instead, he used harsh spells and tortured him for days. He could feel that Felis wanted to abuse his wolf. On the other hand, Tania's essence stirred his own eather that was pulsating inside his body all his life, but was waiting for something to pull to the surface.

He needed more. He wanted to lap up all that power hungrily, greedily. He wanted to mate with her spirit, mate with her powers. It was like a door he had just stepped in. "Tania…" he said, his voice guttural. "Open for me. Chant another spell. Let me in."

Her lips were trembling as she closed her eyes and whispered another spell. And as soon as she did that, another layer of her powers unfurled, giving him more access.

Eltanin's head swum.