“First impressions might last,” Kira admitted. “But surely not over a hundred years. I am not that whelp you found in the forest.”
“No,” Ayla said, her green gaze travelling slowly up the length of Kira’s much matured body. “No, you are not.”
Kira looked at Ayla, felt the pull of desire for what felt like the thousandth time, and decided to no longer ignore it. She took a step forward, leaned down, slid her hand across Ayla’s cheek and tightened her fingers in the blonde strands of the hair she had long wanted to caress. Their eyes met in that pregnant moment, dark meeting light. Was that a gleam of challenge in Ayla’s eye? She was not resisting the moment, that much was certain.