Amber Flame (The Flame Series Book 4) (15 page)

The human nose could only smell one; this was a rose, that was a carnation. But her wolf senses caught layers and layers of odors and fragrances. She smelled fields alive with growth, the rich earth, the freshness of the rain, even the way the scents changed as the sun rose and fell.

She felt alive in ways she’d never been before. Her body hummed with her need for Fergus and glancing at her wrists, she saw a thin dusting of light wolf fur.

The queen size bed, with a black wrought iron headboard, was almost pressed up to the far side of the small space. Sleeping with Fergus through the day, as big as he was, would be close and intimate.

A quilt lay on top. Again, she leaned down and smelled all the fingers that had once labored over the antique patchwork made up of small two-inch squares. Dozens of hands through the distance of time. She could hear the women talking about love, life and their children.

Reverently, she began folding the quilt back in careful panels until she could slide it over the wood chest at the end of the bed. Other wolves had lived here. She could smell them, those who had preceded Fergus and Sharon. They were gone now, each and every one, lost in pack wars or dominance fights that had ended tragically many years ago. All this she could detect or maybe it was the fae part of her that sensed the past, she wasn’t sure.

When Fergus rose to serve as alpha, he’d kept the cabin, maybe for unexpected times like this, like losing a dominance battle with a murderous wolf like Sydon.

With her fae senses combined with her wolf abilities, she knew Savage was riddled with dens just like this one, cool, closed off, and dark. Only a single lamp lit the space and the bulb had a low wattage. The wolf in her loved it, loved the solitude, the sense that being here with Fergus was private and belonged only to them.

Across from the foot of the bed was a beautiful wood paneling, like nothing she’d scene. She was pretty sure the wood was called burl. How odd to see it here, but the grain looked as though an ocean wave had washed up on the seashore, leaving foamy patterns in the sand behind.

She decided she loved this room, the simple beauty of it, the warmth, the presence of others who’d come before. No other rooms were in the wolf-den, just a bathroom and a bedroom. The space was for sleeping, love-making, maybe healing after a battle and a lot of nothing-held-back howling.

Fergus could let loose now.

So could she.

Having examined every part of the space, she began stripping out of her shoes and jeans. She removed her bra and her panties and folded everything up, setting her shoes on the floor and her clothes on the tank tops already on the rocker.

Standing naked on the rag-rug carpet, she closed her eyes and listened intently to Fergus in the shower. She could hear the pleasure he felt as the warm water beat on his body. He wolf-moaned softly, the sound just shy of a howl.

A half-minute more, and the water shut off.

She waited for him, her body tingling in anticipation. She touched the soft fur on her wrists and took deep breaths.

When he finally stepped into the small hall between the stairs and the bathroom, he wore only a towel around his waist.

His chin was low, and he growled as his gaze skated over her body.

But she held up a hand. When she spoke, she sounded hoarse, very wolf, very different from her more human-like fae voice. “This is my time with you, Fergus. It doesn’t belong to you, but to me.”

His nose wrinkled, and he bared his teeth. “You’re taking control?”

She smiled as his demanding wolf scent swirled around her. “Right now I am,” she said. She pointed to the bed. “I want you there, waiting for me, because when I’m done with my shower, I’m taking you into the dreamglide.”

At that, at the mention of something so essentially fae, his wolf retreated and his eyes flared. He made a huffing sound at the back of his throat. “You’ll remember all the times we’ve been together.”

She nodded slowly. “And I’m ready to remove the blocks so that I can keep remembering in real-time.”

He dipped his chin in acquiescence. “If you want to take charge, I’m game.”

He passed by her slowly, but didn’t do more than take her hand briefly and offer a single squeeze as he moved in the direction of the bed. His long black hair was damp. When he reached the bed, he unbound the towel at his hips and tossed it to her.

She caught it, then watched as he stretched out on his back.

She didn’t head to the shower right away. Instead, she allowed herself to take in the pure animal beauty of his body, the heaviness of his muscles, his leanness, the size and shape of his cock and testicles.

He reclined at an angle which meant his feet were only a few inches off the bed. He shoved a pillow behind his neck. She drew close and put her hand on his leg.

She felt both connected to him yet distant in a way she didn’t understand, perhaps because they weren’t bonded.

Her needs felt paramount as though what would happen tonight would be deeply important to her life. “I won’t be long.”

With one hand gripping the black wrought iron of the headboard, he inclined his head with an almost imperceptible movement. He looked as solemn as she felt.

She moved into the bathroom and took her time showering. She felt caught up in something sacred and which felt extremely
alter
wolf.

She washed using a black tar soap. It had a clean, rock smell that seemed fitting. She used the same soap on her hair and between her legs.

As she looked down at her ankles, she noticed more fur had appeared similar to what rimmed her wrists. She marveled at the physical changes, wondering how it was possible for a fae to produce fur.

She knew in her bones she couldn’t truly transform into a wolf as Fergus could. She’d never be able to shift and become a creature that pounded the dirt roads of Savage on all fours. But she was definitely part wolf now with no going back.

When she dried off, she used a blow dryer to take most of the moisture out of her long thick hair. She glanced in the mirror and saw that the same dusting of fur now encircled her neck as well as each nipple. Her cheekbones looked sharper and as she stared into the mirror, she saw a narrow amber ring of light glowing in her brown eyes. Incredible.

Very wolf.

Like Fergus.

This time was hers, in her wolf-fae form.

It belonged to her.

Whatever this hybrid-creature was, the wolf would enjoy Fergus’s body and the fae part of her would take him within the dreamglide. She would open herself up to what they’d been doing together for the past few weeks. She wanted to know everything.

Even now, she let the blocks fall away. The memories slid toward her as though falling from the sky and dropping into her mind.

She gasped.

She’d been so wild with Fergus in the dreamglide, nothing held back. He’d ridden her hard, and she’d loved it. With no one to hear, he’d howled in a dozen resonances and pitches. The sounds had become a music that had eased her soul.

She turned the light out and left the bathroom.

She walked as if in a dream. The memories blew through her like an exotic wind from distant worlds. Fergus lay where she’d left him but now he was fully erect as he waited for her.

His deep voice rolled toward her. “I could smell you, your desire, your need.” He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked slowly, his hips arching. A thick V of fur angled from his shoulders well past his navel, almost to his trimmed pubic hair.

The light from the lamp cast shadows on his muscles, showing off their size, ripples and veined cords. She’d spent at least one time in the dreamglide licking and sucking on every muscle he possessed. The memory sent pleasure flowing between her legs.

She moved to the side of the bed and stared down at him. “I’m remembering.”

His gaze fell to her breasts, then her wrists. “You’re displaying like a female wolf.”

“Not as much as a real wolf, but yes, I am.” He had thick black bands of fur around his ankles. She leaned down and rubbed her nose along the line of fur, flaring her nostrils to capture the depth of his scent. She rubbed her hands over his legs, taking her time to feel the muscles along the way. His skin had a golden hue and the earthy layers of his scent floated in the air above him, beckoning her on, of stone, musk and grass.

He took deep breaths as though in pain. She understood. Whatever scent he released that had her sex swollen and ready, she was doing the same for him. It was a magical kind of agony.

She rubbed his thighs and spread his legs. His testicles were cloaked in thickly ribbed protective skin. She felt them, caressing and savoring. His seed would come from this place and she wanted his essence inside her, causing the ripples he’d created before, the strange sensation that had added so much extraordinary pleasure during the peak of ecstasy.

A new line of black fur formed suddenly on the insides of his thighs, drawing her close. She bent and nuzzled the fur, then his testicles and finally licked a long line up his cock all the way to the dip in the crown.

He groaned heavily, a low almost grunting sound.

She placed her hands on his abdomen and traced the deep lines that angled away from his cock, leading to his pelvic bones. He was pure animal and so beautiful she felt turned inside out.

Because he fisted the wrought iron of the headboard, his abs were taut. She spent time slowly palming each rise and fall. She buried her nose in the erotic V of fur as well.

Her nipples were hard and she was wet between her legs. Everything about Fergus turned her on.

She shifted slightly and played with his pecs, taking his left nipple in her mouth. She sucked heavily, wanting him to release a wolf flavor into her mouth.

When he did, she drew away from his nipple, arched her back and a low, sexy howl left her throat. It was punctuated with three successive, but very soft, barks.

Fergus groaned and growled deep in his throat, adding to her arousal.

She did the same with his other nipple, sucking hard. He continued to growl the entire time and made wolf huffing noises with his throat. When he once more released the flavor she needed, she howled again, and kept howling.

She couldn’t move. She was so full of need, she felt frozen, yet waiting, her throat open, her voice singing.

Her eyes were closed as she felt the bed move slightly. A moment later, his warm palm caressed her stomach just below her navel. Slowly, he slid his hand up her abdomen and fondled her breasts. She remained in the same position, her back arched.

As he leaned close and suckled her breasts in turn, her howls finally ceased. This was what she’d been calling for. She needed Fergus touching and using her body.

She felt as though she was floating when he picked her up in his arms and laid her out on the bed beneath him.

Using his hands, he stroked her arms, her chest, her fingers, her hips. Lower he went, caressing her between her legs. She felt lost in a place of bliss more profound than she’d ever known.

“Fergus.” She spoke his name, but only to warn him she intended to move things along. Without saying anything else, she gave shape to her dreamglide and pulled him inside.

Within the identical space, though hovering above the real-time bed, he stopped touching her and looked at her.

The memories of all their times together once more flowed through her.

She looked at him, then down at the bed beneath the dreamglide. He lay stretched out beside her in real-time.

She felt Fergus’s power begin to move and something magical happened as she watched him become one with the Fergus on the bed. “Fergus, do you see that? This is all happening at the same time. And we’re fully conscious in both places.”

“You’re right, I can feel you in real-time and in the dream-glide.” His movements were in tandem. He touched her on the bed and in the dreamy state of the glide at the same time.

“The air feels charged.” His power radiated over her body. Something locked into place and she knew she was one with herself on the bed in real-time as well. She didn’t know something like this could happen, but she sensed it was because of how they were together, the power they created between them.

It was an extraordinary doubling of sensations as he leaned down to her and took her breast in his mouth once more. The suckling arched her back all over again.

What she knew to be a dreamglide wind began to blow, moving her and rolling her yet keeping her in one position at the same time. Pleasure grew as she tumbled through time and space, as he suckled harder. Using his fingers, he pierced her between her legs and began a strong, erotic thrust.

She began to howl again, a high, keening sound that prompted him to move his fingers more swiftly. The ripples returned, intensifying every sensation.

Suddenly, the orgasm barreled down on her, throwing her around in the dreamglide until ecstasy peaked. Her howl sounded like a cry in the wild. On and on the orgasm rolled, pleasure flooding her abdomen, her chest, her mind.

The tugging sensation in her abdomen returned, pushing low as though trying to reach the internal part of her sex.

She flew over the pinnacle, howling, then began the slow delicious slide down the other side. As the wind of the dreamglide ceased, her arms slid away from him to rest outstretched on either side of her. In both realities, she was barely able to move. He withdrew his fingers and his lips.

This is incredible,
he said, reclining on his elbow next to her.
Combining the dreamglide with real-time.

It is.
She lifted an arm and using her hand caressed his shoulders, one of her favorite parts of his body. He placed gentle kisses on her breasts, nuzzling the small circlets of fur around her nipples. At the same time, he stretched out on top of her, then kissed her.

As she spread her legs for him, he planted himself firmly between her knees. He rubbed his cock over her sex, then kissed her on the lips. When she parted, he drove his tongue inside and began to pulse within her mouth.

She rocked beneath him and surrounded his hips with her legs, drawing his cock toward her opening.