Emerald Flame: A Paranormal Romance (The Flame Series Book 6)

by Caris Roane

  When she raised her hips, he got the message. He took his cock in hand and while she retained her grip on his throat, he found her entrance and began to push inside.

  She moaned heavily then released his throat. She rose up, fully impaled, then smiled down at him. He felt a literal wave of pleasure flow over him like an ocean swell. “Is that coming from you?”

  She nodded, lips parted, unable to speak. Oh, Warren, this going to be like nothing I’ve experienced before.

  He felt the same way. He hadn’t been this overcome in a long time. Maybe never.

  She didn’t need any encouragement as she began to work her hips. He used levitation to keep himself anchored in the water, so she could move over him however she wanted.

  He held her gaze as tight as a fist. He loved her dark brown eyes, glittering with passion. Her swollen lips and the soft moans told him how much she was into him.

  He touched her breasts and watched her back arch as she rose up and down on his stalk. Her brow grew furrowed with pleasure. He rubbed the palm of his hand over one stiff nipple then the other. He quickened the motion.

  Suddenly, the earlier storm power he possessed returned in full. His palm became filled with electrical impulses and she cried out. “Oh, God that feels good. More.”

  He wanted to watch her come. He began to thrust into her and deepened his penetration. At the same time, he teased her breasts with the arcs of electricity from his hands.

  You’ll make me come like this.

  I want to watch you come. He sped up the rock of his hips and as he did, her movements slowed which allowed him to do all the work. She planted her hands on his shoulders and held on.

  Her gaze was fixed on him. “I’ve wanted you for so long, to be here, to feel you inside me.” Her voice was low and hoarse, sultry. Her scent was rich in the air, woman and freesias.

  “I’m here. Let me do this for you.”

  She nodded. He went wolf fast and watched as ecstasy caught her up and forced a series of cries from her mouth. On and on she cried out and moaned, a beautiful sound as her sex gripped his cock and pulsed over and over.

  He held back his own pleasure. His mind had already formed a picture of what he wanted to do to her, how he wanted to release inside her.

  When the wave crested, and she settled down, he drew her tight against him then eased back to half recline in the water. She was fully relaxed on top of him, her hands dangling in the water.

  He smiled when he felt her hands waving beneath them both. “This pool is perfect,” he said.

  She heaved a sigh that made them do a soft bounce in the water. “You’re perfect.”

  He caressed her back. Is that what she really thought of him?

  He was far from perfect. Hell, he was the opposite of it. But he liked she’d said it anyway. A little delusion never hurt anyone.

  As he held her, he heard something inside his soul, like the ringing of a bell, a low, sonorous sound that sent odd vibrations through his heart. He recognized the sensation as a kind of longing he hadn’t acknowledged in years.

  He held her tighter.

  That feels so good, Warren, your arms around me, I mean.

  He loved her in his mind. This pool is amazing. You’re amazing.

  She embraced him then drew back to look at him. He loved how, with levitation, he could support them both in the water.

  She stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers. “Do you know that you’re smiling?”

  “I guess I am.”

  She smiled as well. “I have a question for you.” He liked the playful curve of her lips.

  “What’s that?”

  She kissed him and once more her voice was in his head. The woman had power. How do you want to come? That’s what I want to know.

  His cock twitched inside her. He was still firm, a state he was often in just being around her. Having his cock buried deep felt as natural as breathing.

  “It’s better if I show you.” He drew out of her, but still held her close.

  At that, she all but grinned. “Sounds good to me.”

  As he levitated out of the water, she remained stretched out on top of him. He held her tight then lifted them both to an upright position. He now hovered above the pool. “Good thing you made the ceiling tall.”

  “I try to think ahead.”

  He flew her slowly to the bathroom. “For what I want to do, we’ll need to dry off first.” He landed by the arched doorway, formed of more rounded stones.

  She led the way and grabbed two towels then tossed one in his direction.

  His gaze was fixed to her breasts. The witch poison scars formed spider webs over her entire chest, up into her neck, and well down her abdomen. The torture, thank God, hadn’t gone to her sex. Braden and his team from Maeve’s compound in Elegance Territory had rescued Kiara. He could tell by the nature of the scars that like him, she’d come close to death that night.

  She turned to face him as she continued to dry off. “It’s okay if you look.”

  He lifted his gaze to hers. He wouldn’t apologize for staring. Because of the scarring on his head, face and neck, he knew it took time for people to get accustomed. He was doing the same.

  A sudden, overwhelming rage rose swiftly. Not toward her, but against those who’d done this to her. He despised this part of living in Five Bridges.

  She moved swiftly to him and planted both hands on his chest. “Don’t. I can see your fury. But I don’t want that from you right now.” She stroked the fur that had risen on his chest. He could feel the fur on his cheeks as well.

  She continued, “I want you here, sexing me up, not enraged at the witches already executed for their crimes.”

  Even his muzzle had started to form. He couldn’t help what he felt. Give me a minute.

  He dropped slowly to his knees and with his wolf tongue licked the scars on her stomach. He followed the star-like, silvery paths, tasting the pain she’d endured. He closed his eyes and traveled along each streak, up her chest, over her breasts, then to the lowest points near her sex.

  Kiara whimpered, a very wolf-like sound. He recognized it as a precursor to grief-howling. I wanted my body perfect for you, Warren.

  Having tracked each scar, he’d grown calmer. He rose slowly to his feet. His fur had disappeared as well as his wolf-muzzle. “Your body is perfect, just as it is.”

  She smoothed her hand along the scars of his face and touched his scarred eye. Warmth flowed from the tips of her fingers and he felt her healing ease along the damaged tissue. At first it was a gentle sensation that became something more. To his shock, he could feel the skin closest to his eye begin to reform and to draw back.

  He blinked. Some of the old scar tissue had given way.

  He touched the area gently and his heart rate sky-rocketed. He could open his eye, not all the way, but almost. Dammit, he could see from both eyes again.

  He met her gaze and stared at her. “How did you do that?”

  Her own large brown eyes had widened. “Warren, I can see both of your eyes. But I don’t know what I did. I was in the moment and my healing ignited. I think I felt some of your storm power flowing along my arms. It’s possible we did this together.”

  “I can’t believe it,” he said, still touching his eye. He kept blinking then looking around.

  “What’s your vision like?”

  He moved from looking at the bathroom sink to the wall opposite with an exquisite mosaic of small, jewel-like tiles, to the stone floor. “It’s different and I’ll have to adjust, but I can see.” The scars weren’t completely gone by any means. But after eight years, he could see from both his eyes.

  The dark witch poison hadn’t allowed for any real healing afterward. Many witches had strong healing powers, but none of the ones he’d trusted to make the attempt had ever helped him.

  He focused on Kiara. Who was this woman?

  Tears touched her cheeks. “Your eyes are so beautiful. A deep, vivid green.”


  He couldn’t believe this had happened. She’d brought him into her very wolf-like burrow, into a waterfall pool she’d created then into her body. Now she’d given him a kind of healing that would be a blessing the rest of his alter life.

  His entire body warmed to her. Only it went deeper, tracking through the depths of his soul and spirit. Who was this woman, this witch, this beauty with her brown hair to her waist, her soulful dark eyes, and strong cheekbones?

  He searched her eyes wanting to know her in ways he’d never wanted to know an alter woman before. He planted a hand on her chest between her breasts. “Who are you?”

  She drew in a sudden breath, not quite a gasp but close. She arched her neck. “Warren, what are you doing?”

  “Touching you.”

  She met his gaze. “No. It’s more. Be careful, Warren. You have my heart in your hands, literally, and you could crush it.”

  He shifted his gaze to his fingers. He’d sprouted fur again. His palm was directly over her heart and the electricity had returned.

  He realized he had killing power in his hand, a very warlock ability, yet he also sensed it was something more.

  Focusing on his hand over her heart, he mentally pictured her soul. An image formed in his mind of great beauty, of a different pool surrounded by large boulders but in a dark forest. It was daytime, and a shaft of light poured across the sparkling water.

  He was looking at Kiara, at who she was. He saw the beauty of her soul and he felt her capacity for love as though it was as deep as the forest. Maybe it was.

  Warren, I’m seeing a grotto in the forest and it’s so beautiful.

  You’re seeing the images, too?

  She nodded. I am. But what am I looking at?

  It’s you.

  What do you mean?

  You’re seeing a reflection of your soul.

  He drew his hand back and the image faded then disappeared. He shook his head, mystified. “I don’t get what’s happening here.”

  ~ ~ ~

  Kiara stood naked in her burrow bathroom, not a foot away from Warren. She was completely overwhelmed by this unexpected miracle. But she agreed with him. She had no idea what was happening, either.

  It was all so bizarre.

  Healing and killing power.

  Storm power.

  She didn’t know what to think.

  She planted a hand on his chest, between his heavy, muscular pecs. She took great care because of her killing power. Witches, and their male counterparts, possessed an ability to kill vampires with just a touch of their fingers. But they could also do severe damage to other alter species as well.

  Warren wasn’t a vampire, yet she could feel how simple it would be to kill him just as he seemed to be experiencing a similar warlock ability to do the same to her.

  She lowered her arm and stared at him. She swallowed hard since her mouth had suddenly gone dry. “We could hurt each other so easily. I could take your life and you could end mine.”

  “I know.”

  “Then you must trust me if you’ve let me touch you like this.”

  “I do. Or at least, as much as I’m able to trust any witch.”

  “Understood.” Any alter person who’d been burned like Warren would have great reluctance being around people of her kind.

  Water pooled at the ends of her hair near her waist. Droplets ran into her ass-crack. He was equally wet and took a moment to shove the weight of his long, damp hair over his shoulder.

  How strange it was to be here with Warren, the way she’d always wanted to be with him. Yet it was so much more than she could have imagined. The pool-and-forest image, so similar to what she’d built in her burrow, resonated within her body.

  She pressed her hand harder against his chest, but held back her killing power. She wanted to see his soul, the way he’d seen hers. “How did you do it? Looking into my soul, I mean?”

  He frowned. “I’m not sure. I felt this call inside me. I focused on your soul. That’s all.”

  Kiara closed her eyes. She forgot her surroundings, her wet hair, the proximity of the man she desired. Maybe using intense focus was a wolf thing.

  The moment she considered Warren’s wolf abilities, she felt something rise within her, enormous and centered. Yes, very wolf.

  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.

>   His voice was low and almost hoarse even within her mind as he responded, It’s extraordinary, as though I’m in every part of you.

  You are.

  I won’t last long. Are you close? He thrust his tongue hard. His hips slammed into her.

  So close. She was breathing hard, stroking his shoulders and arms, squeezing his muscles. Thunder rumbled. The wind whipped over her.

  He moved faster. Stronger. Deeper.

  The electrical sensations grabbed her sex. Oh, God, I’m coming.

  As she began to orgasm, pleasure flowed as though the storm pulsed inside her and outside her at the same time. She knew she was shouting. As ecstasy rained down on her, it was everything she’d hoped for and a thousand times more.

  Warren shouted with her then slowed his hips, but he didn’t stop moving into her. The wind kept blowing and electrical impulses began to tease her sex all over again.

  She could feel he was going to come a second time and her body was ready.

  He looked down at her. “Can you come again?”

  “Yes. God, yes.” This time, she spread her arms wide as he began to pummel her. She arched her back then her throat. He leaned over her and angled his head. He began to lick her neck in long wolf-like swipes.

  Then he opened his maw wide and took hold of her, biting firmly. She felt a wolf-like howl form in her throat.

  Once more the lightning invaded her sex, streaking through her until she was crying out again. Ecstasy pulsed in hot, fiery streams. A series of cries left her throat. Tears flowed from her eyes.

  All around her the storm raged in the most beautiful array of gold, and violet then flashes of green, and silver-white.

  Warren was still hard inside her. But as he let go of her throat, he rose up and arched his neck. He howled, lusty sounds that had her clenching again. He drove fast and hard and as he came another wave of pleasure tore through her. Again, she wanted to howl with him.

  He kept driving into her until she knew he’d released the last of his seed. He began to slow then finally his hips grew quiet. His arms were fully extended, back and neck arched. The storm he’d created began to recede.

  The air smelled like the sweet scent of a rain-drenched forest.