He settled down quickly and his breathing evened out. He let his fears go with a determination to return to Savage as soon as he could.
Sometime later, concern for his pack caused him to thrash all over again. Once more, he felt Mary’s touch as she held his paw. “You’re okay, Fergus. Sleep, now. That’s it.”
He calmed at once, then for the first time finally came to full consciousness. He opened his wolf-eyes and looked at her.
Her eyes remained closed as she sighed heavily and her hand slid away from his paw.
He’d worn her out.
God, she was beautiful. Her skin was like cream, her lips full and kissable, her brows arched. Her nose was straight except for a slight lovely curve near the bridge. He wanted to touch her, but he didn’t want to wake her up. She needed her sleep.
She lay an arm’s length away from his wolf body on a similar stainless steel table. She had a pillow under her head and was covered in a gray blanket. Maybe she was warm, but she couldn’t have been comfortable.
He took a deep breath and with a thought transformed back into his human shifter shape, though he remained on his side so he could face her.
He stayed in the same position for a long time, his gaze fixed to this extraordinary fae woman who had been his lover for the past month and who had now saved his life.
When he’d seen her for the first time almost five weeks ago, she’d been unconscious since Neal Roche had shot her up with dark flame to subdue her. She’d been lying on a prison cell cot where he’d held her captive.
At the time, her flowery scent, layered with an edge of sharp yarrow, had put his feet in motion and he’d caught her up in his arms. But the moment he’d held her body against his, he’d howled long and loud. He’d sworn he’d found his mate, yet that seemed impossible. Mary was fae.
He’d never forget how overwhelmed he’d felt with his arms holding her tight, as though he’d found a treasure he’d been searching for his entire life. But in letting loose with a howl, he’d jeopardized the rescue operation. Despite his screw-up, he’d gotten her out of there anyway and had taken her to an extremely well-guarded safe house in Revel Territory.
Barely three days after he and Brannick had fought and killed Neal Roche, and long after the worst of the drugs had cleared Mary’s system, Fergus had awakened with his mind full of nothing but Mary. He had a hard-on like few he’d known. He lay in bed, completely naked, shaking with need. He wanted her and needed her. He’d reached the peak of his mate-hunting cycle and every ounce of his being knew she had alpha-mate potential.
But as he’d focused on her, the strange dreamgliding phenomenon that the alter fae could create, had taken him over. He’d somehow accessed Mary’s essential fae power and all her ability suddenly became his own. Without ever having done it before, he’d given shape to his first dreamglide, something a wolf shouldn’t have been able to do. But he followed his instincts and while reclining in his Savage Territory bed, he’d closed his eyes, fallen into a deep meditation, then fabricated the fae dream-world vehicle.
Because his thoughts were all for her, the dreamglide took him directly to her bedroom. He’d found her uncovered and sprawled on her stomach. She’d been wearing only a t-shirt. He’d had a view of her ass that still undid him, smooth skin, full shape, kissable and ready for his mouth and tongue. Even now his mouth watered.
His alpha drive had taken over. He’d been all about the sex, his cock, and getting into her as deep as he could. The part of him that had strangely become fae knew he could make love to her in the dreamglide and that’s exactly what he’d intended. He’d lowered the bizarre dream-world vehicle over her and made a kind of contact that allowed him to enter her dreams. Once he had, he began calling to her telepathically, then slowly seduced her.
Breaking into her dreams had been highly illegal. She could have taken him to court and had him imprisoned. Instead, she’d all but leaped into his dreamglide and the vehicle took on the exact appearance and shape of her bedroom. She was only a couple of feet away.
He’d never forget how she stood in front of him, wide-eyed, her breathing high in her chest. She blinked several times as though confused.
He remembered thinking he needed to introduce himself. “I’m Fergus. I got you out of Roche’s prison cell.”
She’d nodded and glanced around. “Oh, my God, you built a dreamglide.”
“I did. But don’t ask me how because I don’t know.”
She got a funny look on her face and her lips parted. Her gaze moved slowly down his chest and abdomen to finally rest on his erection. Her eyes widened. “You’re a big man, aren’t you?”
Her words had pleased the hell out of him. He’d slid his hand around his cock, thumbing the broad head for emphasis. “I am.”
Even then, he’d sensed her openness came from being in the dreamglide and that she wouldn’t be this uninhibited in what the fae called real-time.
She’d taken off her shirt. The rest became a whirlwind of his body covering hers, his hips moving like wildfire and her moans turning into a series of wolfish howls that had him ejaculating hard.
Afterward, she’d been more subdued, even shaken. She’d told him she didn’t like wolves and that this could never happen again. She’d gone around the perimeter of the dreamglide and built up what looked like a steel cage, something she called blocks. She’d explained that with the blocks in place she would have no memory of what they’d done.
She asked him politely to never visit her again in her dreams then she’d kissed him, a slow lingering kiss that told him how torn she was about what they’d just done. He could still feel her lips on his.
Of course, the next night, he’d been unable to control his need for her and despite her request, he seduced her again in her dreams. Only this time when she’d responded, they’d spent hours together. Though she’d kept the blocks in place over the next few weeks, she’d never again asked him not to come to her.
As he watched Mary now, exhausted and asleep, he wondered if it was possible she would be capable of bonding with him as his alpha-mate or was he wishing for the moon? After all, Mary was a fae woman. If the female wolves of his pack couldn’t do it, how could she? And would a pack ever accept a woman from another alter species as his bonded mate?
He checked his internal clock. The hour was well into the late afternoon. Though he still ached and was as stiff as hell, he had to get moving. The safety of his pack called to him and Sydon needed to be sent to perdition.