08-10-2019, 06:35 PM
Fire coursed beneath Sierra’s nails. The fling of hair. The pearl of teeth. Her skin roamed pale as the moon between flashes of gold eyes. Their dream moved around them like water changing course around the rocky riverbed. The basalt column and simple hillside fell away. Replaced with the rim of a dormant volcano. He pulled Sierra low, then soft sands cushioned his back. Water lapped their feet before it shifted again. Rushing waterfalls drowned the sound of his gasps one moment, then a carpet of plush grass rolled the next. His thoughts coursed the world, and with them, they were carried. The howls of other watchers drenched their ears, but a sharp glance beheld no witnesses.
A low rumble and Tristan pushed her aside. Sierra was more alive than ever before, and it was all he could do to not rip her clothes from her skin. Her just looked at her a minute, and wondered if at one point in their trip around the world if they actually became wolves for a moment.
He grinned at her tousled hair and angry red flush to her lips. “We should probably wake up.”
A low rumble and Tristan pushed her aside. Sierra was more alive than ever before, and it was all he could do to not rip her clothes from her skin. Her just looked at her a minute, and wondered if at one point in their trip around the world if they actually became wolves for a moment.
He grinned at her tousled hair and angry red flush to her lips. “We should probably wake up.”