Camille
Camille collapsed against Jesse’s chest, completely spent. She’d never had s*x like that before. Her eyes fluttered open, and she was surprised to see pale blue sparks still lingering around them. She hadn’t lost control of her magic like that since she was a child.
“What is it?” Jesse asked, moving his head so that he could see her, but not losing the connection between their bodies.
“It’s my magic. I’m guessing it’s something to do with—” She stopped talking, not wanting to admit that she thought it had something to do with bonding for life. Or was it mating when there was a shifter involved? She’d never been too sure. Her hands flew to her neck and his eyes followed.
“Mating?” he supplied.
She nodded her head.
“I can’t say this is how I pictured it happening.” He chuckled
