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 saw him.
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.
“Spread your legs for me.” Lightning flashed. The wind howled.
She opened and he took a moment to look at her sex as arcs of electricity jumped over his body. His hair writhed faster. He leaned down and kissed her soft folds. Every fantasy she’d ever had about him culminated as he teased her folds first with his warm, moist lips then a long swipe of his tongue. Sparks of electricity sent desire rushing through her.
When she cried out, he kissed her once more then moved up her body to kiss her on the lips. She surrounded his shoulders with her arms and held him tight. And still his storm swept over her and through her, wild and powerful.
She parted her lips and as he slid his tongue inside she felt the head of his cock push against her sex. She tilted her hips and he began to glide within.
As he kissed her, lightning flowed down her throat. She felt the same sensation now moving through her blood and into every part of her body. She clenched inside, pulling on his cock with the strength of her sex.
Warren. This is amazing.