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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.”
