“And that means what?”
“That means it’s just another challenge. You’ll find a work-around. It’s what knights do.”
“Right. How long will this last?”
“That’s part of the experiment. I need you to call in as soon as you no longer feel the effect so we can log it.” She moved toward the door, a lot slower than usual. “Don’t forget.”
“Oh! Like that’s possible!”
“Good to see the sarcasm is unaffected.” He didn’t look up from his monitor to see the withering look he got in response.
She trudged home feeling heavy and dejected. That last part was resented in the worst way because she knew she was feeling pissy and spoiled and didn’t like the way either one fit. Monq was right. She’d gotten comfortable in her role as semi-invincible. So this is life as a mere mortal. She chastised herself for feeling entitled to the privilege of extra strength and speed.
Ram was holding Helm above his lap and laughing while the baby did a tiptoe jig on his da’s thighs. He looked up when Elora came in. “Somethin’ wrong?”
“It takes a little getting used to.”
Walking over, slowly, she reached to pick up the baby and give him a smooch. And almost dropped him.
"Great Paddy! This child weighs a ton!"
Ram snickered. “’Tis the word on the street. Never thought to be hearin’ it from you though.”
She sat down on the sofa next to Ram with Helm on her lap, looking thoughtful as she jiggled him. “You know…” her eyes cut toward her mate, “all the way from the lab I’ve been trying to find an upside to this predicament.”
“Um-hmm?” Ram leaned into her side and nuzzled her neck below her ear, as if he knew what she was thinking.
“Monq calls the chemical the Equalizer.”
“Uh-huh,” he said absently as he continued nuzzling.
“And I was thinking that we’ve never made love as two ordinary elves.”
He drew back and looked into Elora’s eyes with an expression suddenly grown serious. “Ordinary elves is it? Ordinariness is no’ possible for you, Elora. Do you no’ know that? No’ even if you put a paper bag over your head.”
“Please tell me that’s not a fantasy.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “No. No’ at all.”
“Thank you for the lovely compliment. Back to what I was saying; aren’t you curious about what it would be like? I think I might enjoy no restraint, not having to worry about squeezing too tight or raking my nails down your back.”
Rammel’s pupils dilated as he went instantly hard, making his eyes look navy blue. He searched her face for less than two seconds. “Call Elsbeth.”
“She’s got plans.”
“Cook’s always askin’.”
“It’s early enough in the day that she might have a couple of hours.” Rammel grinned. “You call her. I’ll get a diaper bag ready to go.”
After a lengthy experience of sex with native Loti strength, Rammel bore the marks of no-holds-barred f**king and reveled in every one of them.
“Great Paddy, would you look at me, woman?” Ram turned his naked body first one way and then the other while he admired himself in the full-length mirror. “I’m shredded. If I ever get you without your extras again, we will be trimmin’ your nails first.”
“I hear your words, but they’re bouncing off that smile.”
He laughed and sailed through the air then bounced on the bed next to Elora. “Aye. Will suffer pain for your pleasure any day.”
She leaned up on an elbow and looked down at him, then lowered her head to place a kiss in one of the valleys of his abs. Since he was relaxed and not aroused, he was ticklish. He tried to roll away, but she held him down without effort, which immediately drained away the fun.