on the edge of the hot springs, which formed a series of pools on the northern side of Kentarra. Tall, lush trees and ferns, huge orchids and blowsy roses bloomed along the banks.
Struan touched her cheek. As ever, she shivered in response. As ever, he drew quickly away. It was like this all the time now. Touch. Respond. Retreat. Touch. Respond. Retreat. Until they kissed, and their passion exploded. Until Struan wrenched himself free once again.
âThe look that says youâre about to ask something you shouldnât, but are going to ask anyway.â
Iona chuckled. âWell, I am. Itâs justâ¦can you all change into a wolf, even the women?â
Struan nodded. âAll true Faol.â
âWhat about those who have been bound?â
âYes. They become like us, share our powers.â
Iona lifted up a fistful of sand and let it fall through her fingers. âWhat does it feel like?â
âItâs not a separate being, itâs part of us. Some can control their wolf more easily than others. For some it happens when they are angry, or tired, or when they are aroused.â
âAnd you?â
Struan leant back on his hands. He wore no shirt today, just his plaid and his belt. As ever, when she allowed herself to dwell on him, Iona felt a rush of pleasure. She wanted to rub her cheek against the soft hair on his chest. She wanted him to kiss her. She was always wanting him to kiss her.
âI have mastered my wolf,â Struan said.
â I subdued him, you said. I didnât understand what you meant at the time.â
âDo you remember me carrying you through the forest?â
âI thought I was dreaming.â
âDid it frighten you?â
Iona bit her lip. âNo. Iâthe truth is, I find itâ I would like to know what itâs like.â
âYou find it exciting?â
âIs that shocking?â
âNo. Surprising. But then, everything about you is surprising.â
âStruan, would youâ Can you show meâ¦â
He found the idea deeply arousing. He found Ionaâs obvious fascination even more so. Her eyes were shining. He got to his feet, pulling her with him, and unbelted his plaid.
Ionaâs heart bumped, skipped a beat, then hammered furiously in her breast as she looked at him, magnificently naked. Long legs, powerful thighs, the same tanned biscuit colour all over. He was erect. Hugely erect, his shaft jutting up towards his stomach. He pulled her tight to him. Silken heat. Potent.
âTouch me,â he said, placing her hand on his chest. âFeel me.â
She smoothed her palms over his skin, closing skimming over his shoulders, hisrolling muscles, feeling them bunch under her. Struan groaned. She felt him arch his back. Under her hands, his skin grew silky soft hairs. A faint stretching noise, like a rope being pulled taut. His thighs bulged. His neck thickened. The sinews in his arms stood out like thick cords, straining with effort. With a huge roar, it was completed, the transformation of man to wolf. The massive beast dropped onto all fours in front of her. Silky ears, the gleam of fangs, but the eyes were the same, fierce and grey and intelligent. Struan.
She touched his silken coat. She stroked him, breathing deep of his familiar scent, which was feral but also man.
Struan.
Wolf.
Struan.
It excited her. She ran her hand down his knotted spine, up to his mighty neck, and as she did so, he transformed beneath her touch. Wolf became man. Naked man. She did not want to, but Iona averted her eyes, and Struan hurriedly belted his plaid back into place. âDoes it hurt, when it happens?â she asked, fascinated by what she had just witnessed.
âIt feels like your skin is too tight. Thereâs a second or two when you feel your bones might shatter, and then you feel all that raw animal power surge through you. Youâre still yourself, but enhanced.â
More than a man, Iona