Page 19 of Emerald Flame
Water pooled at the ends of her hair near her waist. Droplets ran into her ass-crack. He was equally wet and took a moment to shove the weight of his long, damp hair over his shoulder.
How strange it was to be here with Warren, the way she’d always wanted to be with him. Yet it was so much more than she could have imagined. The pool-and-forest image, so similar to what she’d built in her burrow, resonated within her body.
She pressed her hand harder against his chest, but held back her killing power. She wanted to see his soul, the way he’d seen hers. “How did you do it? Looking into my soul, I mean?”
He frowned. “I’m not sure. I felt this call inside me. I focused on your soul. That’s all.”
Kiara closed her eyes. She forgot her surroundings, her wet hair, the proximity of the man she desired. Maybe using intense focus was a wolf thing.
The moment she considered Warren’s wolf abilities, she felt something rise within her, enormous and centered. Yes, very wolf.
She trained her thoughts on Warren.
“What’s happening, Kiara? I can sense power building inside you?”
At that, she withdrew her hand from him then backed away. She still held her palm parallel to his body.
He stared at her hand. He scowled heavily now. He was framed by the rock of the arched doorway and looked like a god. The more she let the power build, he began to change shape in front of her. She knew it was more vision than reality. She was also not seeing him as a wolf. This was something else.
When the image came into her head, it was full of white lightning mixed with gold flashes of light. Clouds billowed at the edges.
Dynamic.
Extraordinary.
Warren.
His deep voice rolled toward her. “I see a storm.”
“Yes.”
While holding the vision in her mind, she released the building wave of power in her hand. Though it was aimed at Warren, what happened next was like nothing she could have predicted.
Her body flew toward his and landed against him. Then they were suddenly caught in the middle of a storm, only they weren’t being tossed around or hurt.
He held her tight.
Lightning flashed, the wind whipped over them both, the air smelled of electricity. The storm was everywhere, violent and beautiful, powerful.
It moved in a full three-sixty, rushing through them, over them. Yet their surroundings remained untouched.
Warren’s emerald eyes now had rings of gold and his body glowed with a similar aura. Lightning bounced off his shoulders. His hair blew around his head as did hers.
He leaned toward her and kissed her. The lightning danced over her mouth and flowed through her body. Desire licked at her, flames of heat and passion.
She drew back enough to say, “Take me to bed, Warren. Now. Let me experience your storm when you’re inside me.”
Then the oddest thing happened.
Warren smiled again.
But not a simple curve of his lips. Instead, she felt as though she was looking all the way back through his life then into the future. She saw his thoughts, his soul, the beauty of his commitment to Savage.
She sawhim.
As the storm flew and his arousal pressed hard against her, he crashed his lips over hers. The storm moved inside her. She couldn’t breathe. Desire whirled in whips of ecstasy over every inch of her skin. She shivered and trembled.
He lifted her off the floor then levitated as he took her to her bed. Still holding her close, he drew the covers back then laid her down. All the while, the wind-that-wasn’t-a-wind rode her, evidence of who Warren was in this moment and what he needed from her.
