âChief Petty Officer Sam Shay-more, US Navy SEALS,â he whispered into her ear.
Warm breath feathered over Kellyâs cheek. The delicious masculine scent of leather and sage became stronger and enveloped her like a loverâs arms. She knew this scent. Knew this bodyâ¦had felt it atop hers years ago.
When heâd laid her down on his bed, kissed her and then had taken her virginity.
The muscled SEALâs heavy weight shifted, allowing her to roll over. He straddled her, sitting on her hips, his hands easily pinning her down.
Indifferent, almost cruel concentration on his face turned to shock. Those penetrating hazel eyes widened and then darkened.
âKelly,â he said softly.
Kelly Denning was in love. She barely felt the cold of a Tennessee winter as she raced across the meadow and headed for the barn where Sam always waited for her.
He knew sheâd never enter the secret passageway in the barn alone. If Colton Shaymore caught her, heâd be furious. Samâs father had forbidden his Arcane Enchanter Mage servants from using the underground tunnels.
Arcane Enchanter Mages were forced to carry identification cards and worked as servants or in low-wage positions. Elemental Mages, especially blue bloods like Samâs family, held the power and the wealth. The discrimination had happened because three hundred years ago an Arcane Enchanter had embraced evil and transformed into the most powerful Mage of allâa Dark Lord. The Dark Lord had slaughtered hundreds of Elementals and stolen their powers before being killed. Now the more powerful Elementals had burned all but their most rudimentary spell books to prevent another Dark Lord uprising.
A low growl rumbled from the corner as she entered the barn.
Kelly froze, fear curdling her blood. Opening all her Arcane senses, she inhaled the air. Smelled fresh sage, sharp leather and crisp autumn leaves.
Sam.
The black-and-white timber wolf stepped out from the corner. Kellyâs fear evaporated as she crouched down. The wolf playfully bumped into her as it rested its head upon her leg and rubbed against it.
Marking her with his scent, she thought with a secret rush of pleasure. Sam had already marked her two months ago by becoming her first lover.
The wolf sniffed the crisp night air. Baring its massive teeth in a growl, he loped over to the doorway to make sure no one had followed Kelly and then trotted over to her.
Fast as the beat of a hummingbirdâs wing, the wolf shifted and became a human maleâhis naked body slick with sweat, his sleek, muscled flanks tensed. His sandy-brown hair was boyishly ruffled, and an impish mix of sexual promise and mischief gleamed in his hazel eyes. Samuel Jackson Shaymore was a privileged Elemental Phantom Mage who could shift into any life-form he chose to duplicate.
Kelly didnât care if he shifted into a sea slug, as long as he turned back into her beloved Sam.
She extended her finger for him to touch. The ancient greeting among Mages was now used by Elementals to single out her people. Arcane auras sparked more crimson than the pure gold of an Elemental aura.
Sam flashed the infectious grin that had first stolen her heart, and they touched index fingers. A brilliant flare of crimson and gold colors leaped between their hands.
Breaking contact, she pointed to his muscled, bare chest. âArenât you going to conjure some clothing?â
âWhy? You always liked the view before.â
The teasing remark made her cheeks heat. Sam laughed and waved his hands, clothing his body by using magick.
âWhy did you shift into a wolf?â
âCouldnât take any chances that my father watched me leave. Itâs a good disguise.â Sam tilted his head back and gave a low, mock howl. âBesides, I love hunting through the woods as a wolf. Fires my blood.â
A shiver of anticipation snaked down her spine at the heated promise in his eyes. Sam stroked a single finger down her right cheek, just as heâd done the first time theyâd kissed. Every time they met, he repeated the gesture. Once sheâd asked what it meant.
âIâm reassuring myself that youâre really here,â he finally told her.
She stepped into his embrace, loving how his arms gathered her close, how he was just tall enough to make her feel sheltered but not overwhelmed. Heat smoldered in his hazel eyes as Sam looked down at her.