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Mary would love them. She’d planted flowers all around her backyard.
“Ready,” Mary called out.
He returned to the kitchen and she handed him a plate. He took it along with a glass of wine she passed his way. “Mary, are you happy? I mean here in Five Bridges. Not Savage, necessarily, but as an alter fae?”
Picking up her plate and wine glass, she cocked her head slightly. “I suppose I am. I mean I still wish for my old life in the human part of Phoenix. I think most of us do.” He let her move past him.
He followed her into the living area, set his plate and goblet down on the table, then pulled her chair out for her.
She seemed surprised, but smiled up at him as she sat down. “Thank you. I guess I didn’t expect—” She broke off.
He chuckled. “You can’t offend me. But I could probably finish that sentence a dozen different ways. Say, you didn’t expect a wolf to have manners, politeness, consideration, or any of the above. Am I close?”
She spoke quietly. “This is Savage. The territory is well-named.”
He sat down and sipped his wine. “I admit I was more civilized before coming to Five Bridges. For one thing, I never thought I’d serve as a border patrol officer or any kind of peacekeeper armed with a gun.” He set his goblet down, considering. “But I’ll bet you’re also thinking about your sister, Alicia, and how she died.”
“Her death is rarely far from my thoughts.”
As he took a bite of meatloaf, he couldn’t help but wonder about Mary. Could a sensitive woman like her ever fit into Savage? If not, why was she here? Why had she become part of his wild, Savage life?
The rich smell of the meatloaf, however, called strongly to him suddenly and his stomach rumbled. He needed food, both to recover and to prepare for his upcoming dominance battle with Sydon.
He tried not to eat too fast, but given that he was still healing up from the heart-skewering, he had a hard time checking his speed. He wasn’t even aware he’d stopped making conversation, until Mary set another slab of the savory ground beef on his plate.
He chuckled as he looked up from his plate. “Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize. I’m on my se
cond portion as well, though I think I’m getting full.”
By the time he was done, Mary was already leaning back in her chair. She held her glass in one hand as she glanced around the room. “This is nice,” she said. “Restful. Let me know when you’re ready for some pie. There’s vanilla ice cream in the freezer, too.”
Now that his pressing need for food was taken care of, the other demanding aspect of his alpha nature rose like a rocket. He was pretty sure he’d even forgo pie for what he wanted next.
She leaned toward him, her nose sniffing the air. “What am I smelling?”
He lowered his chin. “Me.”
~ ~ ~
Mary had actually been thinking about having Fergus start a fire in the pot-belly stove. Though it was early June in the Arizona desert, and hot during the day, the middle of the night was still cool enough to fire up some logs. Maybe they could sit and talk, get to know each other in real-time. But apparently, the wolf was already burning hot because the smell of his musk meant only one thing.
Besides, his scent had already started teasing her between her legs. As desire built, her gaze fell to his long, thick hair. She wanted her hands buried in it, feeling the texture through her fingers. She longed for his mouth pressed against hers. He had wonderful lips and his kisses were like heaven.
She thought back to the reality that they’d been serious lovers for at least four weeks. She even questioned again whether she should keep the dreamglide blocks in place anymore.
As she considered the possibility of having full possession of all her memories of their time together, another series of images leaked through to her conscious mind. In this dreamglide experience, she’d practiced making the unique braid sequence Sharon had created for him. The whole time, he’d had two of his fingers buried inside her, slowly working her sex until she was writhing. She’d kissed him often, savoring his lips and the way he would drive his tongue into her mouth.
Ecstasy had finally torn her away from the braiding task, but she’d held onto his hair as he’d entered her. He’d planted his mouth on hers and quickly brought her to a powerful climax.
Watching him rise from his chair now, his dark eyes glinting, she set aside her tidy-up-after-every-meal habit and joined him. She set her glass down firmly, then headed to the stairs. He was right behind her and looped his arm around her waist. She squealed when he lifted her off her feet, swooped her down the stairs and into the den.
When he set her down, he turned to close the soundproof door, then locked it up.
They were finally alone.
He wheeled back to her, grabbed her in a quick embrace, and kissed her once on the lips. “Shower first.” She understood. He’d been flying and battling. He needed to get cleaned up.
