Scent of Salvation

Chapter Twenty-Three

Susan dressed in fresh, soft doeskin underwear and a dress with blue beading down the front. It clung to her hips as if made for her. She ran her hands over the fabric, enjoying the smooth feel under her palms. Slipping the comb in the front pocket, she glanced at Sorin.

He tugged an off-white, rough wool shirt over his head and flipped his wet hair back. “I’ll have to mark you again. The bath washed the other away.”

Strange how she couldn’t perceive the scents as shifters did—almost like being blind.

He rubbed her wrist slowly where his jaw met his ear. An oily substance clung to her skin.

Taking a shaky breath, she tried not to lose herself to his touch. “As I searched for the spring, I found a room not far from here with a map on the wall. Could you show me where we are located on it?”

“My grandfather collected maps. I know which one you’re speaking of.” He didn’t release her hand. “Let’s go look at it.” Sorin led her to the room. Shelves filled with rolled-up parchment lined the walls.

She itched to unroll them and pore over their contents. A large map encased in a wooden frame covered a good portion of the far wall. Painted in faded colors, it resembled North America.

The sight made her ache inside. She wanted to lean on Sorin, to have him wrap his arms around her and tell her everything would be all right.

“We’re here.” He pointed along the northeast coast of the continent.

“I’ve traveled across dimensions yet I’m still in the same area as my laboratory.” She shook her head. “It’s hard to believe.” Touching the map made it seem more real. “We’re in New York. Where did all these freaking trees come from?”

“There’s no forest where you’re from?” He rubbed his neck.

Talking about dimensions bothered him. She didn’t need a shifter’s nose to sense this. “I worked outside the city in what we call upstate New York. There’s forest but not this kind of dense, primeval, untouched beauty. It’s a garden compared to this.”

“The vampires have a city by the ocean. They call it Paoro.”

Her heart skipped a beat. That didn’t even ring a bell. “What is the name of where we are?”

He grunted. “Home. We don’t name the land. Ours are marked by scent.”

“Of course.” She should have realized this after accidentally crossing the Payami scent borders. “What are those colored areas?”

“Different tribe territories before the vampires invaded. Things have changed since then.” A muscle in his jaw twitched.

Something sounded familiar, just out of her reach. The information danced around, taunting her. “The vampires aren’t from here, from these lands?” She pointed at the map. “They’re from across the ocean. They arrived in large ships two hundred years ago and have slowly been moving west. No way!” She clapped her hands against her chest and realized in her excitement she’d been speaking her thoughts out loud.

He quirked an eyebrow.

“They’re settlers, people from Europe trying to colonize here. This happened in my dimension too. Did I really go back in time as well?” She paced the room. Finally, some useful information to piece together the puzzle of where all the humans had gone.

“I don’t know, but—”

“They’ve built cities along the coast just like in my world.” She spun and faced him. “But what does that make your people?”

“Shifters.”

“No, no, there are no shifters in my world. It’s on the tip of my brain.” She tapped her forehead with her knuckles. Come on, the answer teased and cramped her thoughts. Europeans sailed across the Atlantic to settle North America. She came to a dead stop. “You mentioned tribes. That your packs made a tribe.” Rushing toward him, she couldn’t contain her bubbling excitement. She jumped up and down. “You’re Native Americans.”

He chuckled, the first laugh she’d heard from him. “What are you going on about? I feel like I’m hearing half a conversation.”

“I’m comparing our dimensions. There are similarities, yet our worlds are vastly different.” She continued her pacing as if chasing the answer. “Native Americans lived here before the settlers arrived, just like shifters were here before the vampires came. The settlers carried disease that decimated the natives.”

“You’re speaking as if this already happened.”

She pressed her hand against her big fat mouth. So absorbed in her theories, Susan hadn’t noticed Sorin withdrawing from her.

“What else did your settlers do to the tribes?” The question cut her with its razor sharp edge.

“I—I…you have to understand this is part of my history, not yours.” She knotted her hands, not sure what to do with them.

“Your history appears to be my present.”

“Time travel is not possible.”

“And crossing dimensions is?”

“I’m not going to start explaining the math, Sorin. Just trust me when I say my machine could only build a bridge at a fixed point in time from one dimension to another. We’re in the same year. Something drastic altered our timelines that either advanced our technology or kept yours back. What happened on my world centuries ago should not repeat itself here.”

“But it is.” He stalked toward her, his massive shoulders rolling with each step.

Backpedaling, she hit the stone wall. She’d missed the growing worry on his face during her eureka moment.

“This isn’t the first illness to hit my people. The vampires brought disease with them in the form of other shifters from different lands. What else happened?” For a moment, Sorin’s feral side surfaced through his civil eyes.

She took a shaky breath. “They took over the continent.” Her voice broke.

Sorin rested his hands against the wall on each side of her head. “How?”

“War. The colonists had more advanced weapons and tools. Their numbers grew with each ship off-loading more settlers.”

Sighing, he rested his forehead against hers. The metal in his spine bent. “This has already happened during my grandfather’s time. The vampires decimated our numbers with guns and cannons. This map is the last of its kind and outlines old tribe lands.” He stroked her hair. “But the vampires and their tame shifters do not outnumber us yet. Not many ships arrive in port anymore.”

“See, that’s a big difference, right there.” She cupped his cheek in her hand. “Please, you have so much to worry about already. Don’t add to it.”

“What became of your natives?

“They still exist.” Tears welled in her eyes at his palpable sorrow. She slid her hands over his chest as if to heal his bleeding heart. She couldn’t change history.

“Our tribes have shrunk, and we have been isolated from each other. Outside our territories, the vampires rule. Their laws, their ways and their colonies.”

“Yet you all survive.” She hugged him close, running her fingers through his hair. The strands were so long and still damp from their bath.

So wild and free. She could imagine Sorin hunting in the mountains, running through the tall grasses of the glades and stalking in the forests. She couldn’t do any of these things. If she lived here, would she be content to stay within the den waiting for him to come home?

Tilting her head back, she was trapped by his sorrowful gaze. No male had ever affected her like Sorin. He made her want to sacrifice everything to be with him, made her want to cast aside common sense and lie beneath him, moaning in ecstasy.

His gaze grew more heated, sinful. “You want me.” It wasn’t a question. “I can smell it.” He bent and captured her mouth. Rough and wanton, he claimed her with a kiss. His tongue pushed pass her lips, pumping into her mouth with abandon.

Knees going weak, she collapsed against his hard body with a moan.

His hands smoothed up her legs, drawing her dress with them until he cupped her ass. Lifting her against the wall, he pressed between her thighs, raking the hard bulge of his cock along her underwear.

“You make me crazy,” he murmured against her lips. As he trailed kisses along her neck, his teeth raked her skin.

She arched for him and shivered in pleasure. “I need you.”

A growl rumbled in his chest. His strong hands gripped her hips, and he ground his cock against the juncture of her thighs.

She panted as he rocked. The waves of pleasure crashed over her, growing stronger and stronger. Her attraction to Sorin was so much more than physical.

He groaned. “Not yet.” He grasped her jaw between his fingers and stole another scouring kiss. “I don’t want you this way, in here.” Setting her to the ground, he let her dress fall back over her legs. “To my room.” He patted her ass and pushed her toward the doorway.