star kiss along my skin and a subtle rush of current whipping around me.
“Steph, open your eyes, my heart-spark,” Eliph murmurs.
My eyes fly open to see an expanse of glowing drops of water swirling around me, dancing as they rise like a vortex into the air. The water drops catch the fading sunlight, making them glitter and refract the rays, but each also contains the glowing green-blue sparks that make up the essence of every drop that’s risen to my call.
“Oh, Eliph,” I whisper in awe.
“This is part of our magic,” he murmurs into my ear. “This is unicorn magic.”
A shaky laugh escapes me, one filled with an unimagined happiness.
“This is everything… everything I’ve ever imagined,” I choke out.
It’s beautiful… If only Daddy could have seen me here now. This was what I knew all those years ago that I was meant for. Magic trails through my hair, damp locks curling against my neck. I can see the flickers of light against my skin like stars shining against a field of night. I feel a part of the magic.
Ride the magic indeed! I am the magic!
All the lessons click into place about moving with Eliph when riding, not tensing or resisting… It all makes sense. I’ve been afraid to risk losing myself to such a close connection, to allow anything in ever since my father died. As much as Darrel’s betrayal hurt, it was a small wound on top of a deeper pain—a deeper fear. But now I see it and I feel the smile stretching my lips.
Magic flowing all around and through me, I laugh, my heart bursting with joy.
Chapter 23
Eliph
I watch the magic from the pool dance all around my mate, alternately joining with her and slipping back out of her skin again. With her dark curls framing her face, she looks like a primal goddess from the earliest times, the first who established the sacred wells. I can believe that when I look upon my mate and I am filled with wonder.
In all my years, I never understood why unicorns were all born male. It seemed like the worst of divine punishments, but now, looking upon my mate discovering and joining with my magic, I think I see a glimmer of what was promised to us.
Just as a unicorn upon maturing must seek out the well waters that they feel the magic bond with, we must likewise seek her out, the perfect one born for us from the Heart of Wells, given by the mother of all wells. Seeking out our mates is like seeking that eternal flow of magic and seeing it clearly for the first time. To mate is to join with the Heart of the Well in an entirely different way… Through love.
And I do love her. Although the mating bond assures a certain amount of attachment, how can I not love her? I love her fiery temper, and her sassy mouth, the way her mind works… and I love her now as she embraces the truth of herself and frees herself. She is most glorious in those moments above all.
I love her and desire her above any other being in creation.
I feel my cock harden as the magic pulls tauter between us, my testicles tightening with pleasure as the magic whips harder. Violet sparks of light shine in my ahandral mare’s eyes as they fall upon me, and her laughter quiets to a soft smile as she faces me.
Lifting a hand, I reach for her, skimming my fingers down her cheek. I know that she has made no promises and that she still might decide to sever the bond between us, but I can’t resist the smallest taste of what a unicorn was born to someday know.
Drawing her in slowly, I feather my lips against hers, the magic weaving and dancing between us, sharing from my breath to hers. A soft moan parts her lips, and I take advantage of it to glide my tongue against her mouth and plunge within the offered depths.
Steph rocks against me, and I drink in her gasp of wonder as my tongue finds hers and explores, an erotic dance that makes me grind my hips against hers, my cock heavy and aching with unspent need. I have only one thought—that Grimsal had better not be watching if he knew what was good for him—before that too was carried away on a powerful current of magic-fed need. All I know is her… Her taste, the soft give of