The way Tania was surrendering to him, as if she needed him urgently, made his wolf want to howl with satisfaction. Her gifts flowed out of her body like a tranquil river of blue energy, the waves of which curled and coiled around her body. The moment they touched him, they lapped him up softly and then with a light flutter twined over him. Eltanin drew in a sharp breath when her gifts touched him.
Eltanin was a demi-god, but his gifts had been suppressed inside him for a long time. His eather wanted to come out, but it would stir up in his chest and then subdue. The last time he drank on her gifts, his eather had surfaced and spilled into his eyes. This time it was bubbling inside him like a red hot fury. It wanted to come out and meet her gifts, mingle with her desperately.
