Fire's Flame [Elements Book 1] Read Free Page A

through the darkening woods behind her home. She would build a fire in her favorite spot under a clear sky filled with stars and call to him, beg him to come to her. At times, he showed her rare glimpses. Like a game of hide and seek in a campfire, a match, a fireplace. Her new home had a fireplace she lit every night, in any season. It was a portal he could slip through any time he chose, which would turn him from element into the human-looking male figure he was certain she loved.
    Flame told him out loud in her living room on one occasion that having him close was a comfort. When she curled up on the couch, Ignis would watch her sleep. She was so beautiful, fearless. And yet for all her confessions of love, Ignis was still wary. Each time he appeared, half of him remained in his element, his shield of protection lest she spurn him as Sun had.
    He was showing himself to Flame more often than not. When she hit her twenties she had become a confident young woman. There was spark in his Flame. Her specialty career was, of course, arson. She was brilliant. Her work helped Ignis as well. Flame tracked down the starters of killer, uncontrolled fire. Fire must never be uncontrolled, it would wreak havoc, it would murder any age, it had no mercy when left to its own devises—without Ignis it was soulless. Ignis found his own retribution when Flame caught the culprits. Live by the flame—die by the flame. Who says revenge is a dish best served cold?
    Flame came to her special spot and struck a match. She watched the match burn for a few seconds, slowly turning it within her fingers and smiled. Ignis breathed deep, catching her unique sweet scent. Though he could watch her anywhere she roamed, he was unable to go to her if there was no portal into her world. Ignis could create his own portals, but they were combustive and he preferred when she called to him, wanted him. A campfire, Ignis could simply step from; when he came into the Earth’s dimension to be as one with humans of his own accord, he appeared on a rolling crash of thunder, riding the back of lightning, or a fireball. After all, he was an element to be reckoned with.
    Tonight was going to be different, Flame already knew his power, Ignis wanted her to know all of him. Tonight he would do more than just talk to his little Flame. For the first time, Flame had stripped and stood nude before the fireplace the night before. It was an open invitation making Ignis, ironically, burn for her. Her long fiery red hair had fallen to her hips, but she made certain her breasts had been exposed to him. High round firm tits the size of grapefruit made his hands ache to touch. Never had Ignis felt for a human the way he felt for her. She made him blaze hotter than any incinerator. Lately Sun had slipped from his thoughts. The idea was startling at first, Ignis had loved Sun forever. Or maybe Sun was an infatuation, she was older and wiser, a magnet of knowledge which drew him to her. Ignis had been positive at one time he could have no other lover. Who else wouldn’t fear him, his fiery touch? Perhaps, if he had his little fearless Flame, Sun would be purged from his system. Ignis wanted to find out—if Flame would let him.
    Ignis had wanted Flame out of doors and asked she call to him tonight instead. If Ignis were to lose control, he didn’t want her home burned to the ground. She had agreed as the rain beat down on the windows. Ignis had spoken to his brother Nimbus—water, asking for a favor. The night was clear, not one cloud marred the perfection of the sky.
    The fire crackled on the wood in the small stone circle she had created. At night when it was warm Flame would bring a sleeping bag and camp under the stars. A few of the lesser stars would twinkle and wave trying to gain the elements’ favor, and Ignis found it amusing Flame would wave back. She visited so frequently, she had a stone cache she kept a blanket in. Flame pulled it out now and laid it on the forest floor,