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Finally, his hips relaxed against hers, then his eyes opened, and he looked down at her. He searched her face and lowered himself enough to kiss her right cheek, her forehead, then her other cheek.
He placed more kisses on her lips.
The tenderness of these actions made her eyes burn.
She’d never known a man like Fergus before, so strong and powerful, yet careful with her at the same time.
“You’re beautiful, Mary, every bit of you. Not just your lovely light brown eyes, or your perfect features, but your soul and your thoughts. Thank you for the dreamglide. When I was racing through Savage, I’d never felt so sexual in my life. It was an amazing experience. You’re amazing.”
She caressed his face and ran her thumb over his lips. “I remember it all now, how many times we had dreamglide sex together. You’re a powerful lover, but so tender. I can recall all the times we talked as well. There’s no one like you in the entire world. I’m sure of it. I want to stay like this with you forever, to remain in this den until the world folds up and disappears.”
He kissed her again. And again. Until it really did feel as though the world vanished and it was just the two of them.
~ ~ ~
Fergus felt changed in the depth of his soul. He loved Mary’s spirit. She was all in, nothing held back and the dreamglide had been an incredible experience.
He’d savored all the previous dreamglide sex, but this was a thousand times better because he’d taken her in real-time as well.
He wanted more and the alpha wolf in him almost felt appeased. He knew then this was the closest he’d come to finally having an alpha-mate since Sharon’s death.
When at last he pulled out of her, he left the bed, then returned with a washcloth. He’d released so much of his seed inside her that a few tissues wasn’t going to cut it. His wolf loved that he’d covered her so thoroughly.
He returned to the shower and cleaned up.
He looked forward to crawling into bed beside her and sleeping for several solid hours. He still wasn’t a hundred percent after his near-death. Rest would be welcome besides the fact he had a dominance battle to face at nightfall.
As he left the bedroom, he opened the soundproof door to let fresh air flow into the room.
He turned out the light and finally stretched out next to her.
When she shifted to lie on her side, her back to him, he spooned her, then settled his arm over her waist and held her tight against him. He felt her sigh deeply and knew she was drifting off to sleep.
He wasn’t far behind.
His last thought was a measure of relief that tomorrow night he’d take Sydon down in a legal dominance battle and kick him out of the Gordion Compound for good.
He didn’t sleep well, however, and woke up several times throughout the day. His dreams were full of Savage Territory and wolves moving back and forth restlessly from one end to the next, hungry, growling, anxious.
It wasn’t good for wolves to live outside their packs, ever.
Each individual community grounded them, gave them purpose and eased the constant unresolved need to run through the forest for tens of miles on end.
He finally awoke sweating. He’d been running through the Arizona White Mountains, free, his tongue lolling, his heart pounding hard with each stretch of his forearms, reaching for another mile and another and another.
He leaned up on his elbow and used the pillowcase to wipe his forehead.
The room was still dark, though a dim light flowed down from the upper ground level living area. He checked his internal clock, that odd gift of a long-lived life, and knew it was late afternoon. He might have awakened from a series of disturbing dreams, but he’d still slept through most of the day—a good thing.
Though Mary wasn’t in bed, he touched the sheet next to him anyway. His heart swelled. He’d loved sharing a bed with her. He wanted more of this, more of being with her.
He listened to the house and could hear her moving around upstairs. He could smell coffee brewing.
He went into the bathroom and pulled out his shaving gear. He lathered up and took care of his stubble. He showered afterward, but as the hot water beat down on his shoulders, his thoughts kept circling back to Savage, and to his dreams of wolves moving restlessly through the pine forest and through all the neighborhoods of his territory.
He accessed the part of him becoming fae. He extended his senses, reaching beyond himself and into the immediate future. Mary had said something to him recently, about the future in Savage. He could feel it now, as though a dark cloud lay suspended over the entire territory.
What was coming felt evil as though Savage was in for a world of hurt. If he wasn’t careful, he’d lose not just his pack, but his life and Mary’s as well.
