Page 44 of Emerald Flame
By now, Warren had reached the southernmost edge of the forest and slowed to take the turn. Once more, he raced along the mile track that would take him to the western edge.
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Warren felt the rush of air over his muzzle. In his wolf form, his eyes were perfect. No scarring of any kind marred his coat.
Though he used the running track in his compound every day, there was nothing like being in a forest and smelling the fresh pine scent. Though it was night, his vision saw everything in a glow of light. Each pine needle was in perfect focus, every ant crawling on the ground appeared as though ten times its size, and the rough bark of the trees were ridged with a clarity his human form could never see.
Scents were brighter, sharper. He could smell the squirrels and prairie dogs hiding in their burrows and dens or beneath piles of needles and other leaves. The forest was gaining an undergrowth as well. Not all of it needed to be removed, but some was kept clear to make sure fires didn’t take hold.
What surprised him was how much he loved having Kiara clinging to his back, her fingers locked in his fur, her knees gripping his ribs. For her, he went faster, stretching out his forelegs, breathing hard, his lungs straining for more air.
Damn, but it felt good.
Kiara pressed herself closer using her levitation. He felt her breasts against his back. She moved with him, a fluidity of motion that got him going. What was it about Kiara that seemed to flow with him like no other woman before her?
He wanted to make love to her but not a neat, tidy kind of sex. Something raw and real.
Something here and now.
How invisible are we? I need to know.
You have something in mind?
I do, but I need proof no one can see us. Can you do that for me?
He began to slow his pace until he was just loping. His lungs worked like bellows. He’d been pushing hard.
There’s a bar not far from here. Head over there.
He knew the one she meant. It was tucked away in the middle of the forest and had a dominance sand pit inside. He trotted the rest of the way and once he arrived, she slid off his back.
He quickly returned to his humanalterform.For what he wanted to do next, he no longer needed his wolf.
He took her hand and headed to the entrance. A number of wolves milled around outside, most of them with a bottle of beer in their hands. Savage had different rules than the human world.
A female wolf was crawling all over a male and he was giving as good as he got. He could smell the verge of sex and his cock stiffened.
She squeezed his hand.Your scent is getting stronger and I’m liking it, Warren.
He glanced around the various wolves and walked her toward the largest group. They were ignored completely. From across the yard, a wolf whistled at one of the wolves and called out a few choice names.
The wolf responded by hurling a beer bottle in a trajectory that sent the bottle flying at Warren’s head. He had to dodge to keep it from connecting.
Warren turned at the resulting yip as the bottle struck home.
He was convinced.We are invisible.
A brawl erupted.
He caught Kiara up in his arms and hauled her straight up into the trees.
He paused above the building and watched the fist fight for a few seconds. Ordinarily, he’d stay and savor the rough encounter. He might even have suggested it. But Kiara’s mouth found his throat and she bit hard, then she sucked.
The course was set.
He had a place in mind and slowly levitated, letting her taste him as he flew. That she didn’t mind the grime of battle or his sweat was exactly what he needed right now. In this moment, she was more wolf than witch.
He carried her to a dark, heavily wooded spot in the middle of the forest. Shrubs formed a circle and created a private space. Somewhere above him, an owl hooted.
