He rolled them until she was pinned under him. His eyes were shining as he stared down at her. "You would do that? You would take my name?" he asked breathlessly.
"Rheia, Anne and Meryn have all taken their mate's names," she pointed out.
"But they are human and very, very young. You're a paranormal and have built a life for yourself in your own right under your own name. Not many older females take their mate's names."
She smiled shyly up at him. "I don't think my mother would mind if I changed my name from Mercy to Vi'Aerlin."
He cocked his head to one side. "Your mother?"
"Her name was Mercia. When it came time to choose my own name, I chose Mercy in her honor."
He smiled. "I thought it was because you became an angel of mercy."
"If anyone here is an angel it's you. Have you looked in a mirror lately? You're all sun-kissed hair and golden skin." She leered up at him. "Maybe a fallen angel, because you are tempting me to do some wicked things."
He leaned down on his forearms and ground his hardened bulge between her legs. "And what sort of wicked things were you thinking of?"
She fought for breath. "The kind that involves being naked, sweaty and screaming out to the gods."
"I think that can be arranged." He pushed himself up and sat back. Standing he slowly began to unbutton his uniform jacket.
As she watched his long fingers work each button, she was busy peeling off her clothes in a haphazard manner. She flung her clothes away from her in her rush to touch his skin.
He gracefully let his clothes fall to the floor, his eyes locked on her. She leaned back on her elbows as naked as the day she was born. She smiled up at him. "I don't think I will ever tire of looking at you."
He gave her a wicked grin and dropped to his knees. She watched his muscles glide under his skin as he made his way to her. "I cannot wait to see where your lights are."
"My lights?"
He didn't reply. He simply leaned down and began to kiss up her inner leg. His blond hair created a golden curtain so that she couldn't see what he was doing. He bypassed her mound and began to nibble on her hip bone. She moaned as darts of pleasure raced through her.
"Light yellow. Pleasurable but not exactly what I was looking for," he said then resumed his leisurely exploration of her body. He teased her not only with his lips and tongue but also with his fingertips. His touch was never more than a graze, a fleeting tantalization before he moved on.
By the time he wrapped his lips around her nipple, she gasped and arched her back. "Gods!" she exhaled. She was strung out by his torturous expedition. She wanted him to fill her, to give her the pleasure that seemed just out of reach.
"Burnt orange. I'm glad, because I could feast on your breasts for years." He nuzzled between her breasts and moved up her neck.
Growling low in her throat, she wrapped her legs around his waist and raised her lower body up to contact his. Like a cat in heat, she rubbed herself against him, desperate for them to become one.
"I will give you what you need." He reached between them and guided himself between her folds. A moment later, he was thrusting deep and finally reaching that one spot that promised to send her soaring.
"Yes! Gods, yes!" She kept her legs wrapped as he kept up a steady pace.
He pulled back and looked her in the eyes. "Will you complete my soul? Will you allow me to join us together to face eternity as one?"
She reached up and pulled his head down capturing his lips. She sucked on his tongue and allowed him to dominate the kiss. When she wrapped her hands in his hair and tugged his head back gently he went wild. His hips began to piston as he plunged deep. She was congratulating herself on having found one of his hot spots when he found her biggest one.
When his teeth clamped down on the sensitive part of her neck, she screamed as her body exploded. Her mate shouted his release. A moment later he pushed himself up to watch their souls claim each other. Between their bodies, two playful balls of light lifted from their chests. His was a soft amber color, hers a silvery blue. They darted around each other before swirling into one pulsing light. When the two spheres separated their colors reflected the joining of their souls.
Etain's warm light completely surrounded her silver core. The little balls returned to their chests and disappeared again. When the light faded she could feel Etain as a part of her, as surely as if he were a physical piece of her body.
Groaning he pulled completely from her body and slumped down to one side. "Your neck is definitely a fiery red light."
Gasping for air she swatted at him. "You think?" She rubbed her chest. "Your light feels like warm honey."
"Your's feels calming. The way moonlight seems to gently guide those at night."
"It's not cold?"