Dead After Dark (Companion #6.5)(23)

Instead, she let him take his time and savor her softness. Savor the beauty of intimacy. This was a side of himself that he’d seldom shared with any female.

And deep in his heart he knew why that was.

Because they’d never been his Lia. How many times had he closed his eyes and pretended it was Lia he held? Pretended it was her he smelled.

Now there was no pretending. She was here and she was his.

“Say my name, Lia,” he whispered in her ear.

She frowned at him. “What?”

He thrust deep inside her and paused to look at her in the mirror. “I want to hear my name on your lips while I’m inside you. Look at me like this and tell me again that you love me.”

Angelia cried out in pleasure as he thrust against her again. “I love you, Fury.”

She could feel him growing larger inside her. It was something all the males of their species did. The more pleasure they felt, the more they expanded. The thick fullness caused her powers to soar even more. Arching her back, she reached over her head to cup his cheek.

He quickened his strokes while his hand continued to tease her cleft. There was a ferocity to his strokes now. One that was both commanding and possessive. She’d always heard the term of being taken by a lover, but this was the first time she’d experienced it.

And this time when she came, she actually howled from the sheer ecstasy of it.

Fury ground his teeth at the sound of her orgasm. At the sensation of her body spasming against his. It ignited his powers, arcing them until they caused the lamp on the nightstand to shatter. Still he pleased her, wanting to wring every last sigh and murmur from her.

It was only after she collapsed back against him that he allowed himself to come, too. He growled at the sudden burst as his release exploded and he finally felt his own relief.

Angelia smiled at the sight of Fury in the mirror as he buried his head against her shoulder and shuddered. His panting mixed with hers while he held her in his arms and kept her there. Unlike regular humans, they would be locked together like this until his orgasm finished—which would take several minutes. Normally, an Arcadian male would fall against her and wait for it to end.

Instead, Fury took the brunt of her weight while he nuzzled her neck and held her tight.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“No.”

He laid his cheek against hers and rocked her gently. Angelia smiled, placing her hand to his cheek. In all her life she’d never experienced a more tender moment.

And to think it was in the arms of an animal that she’d found it. It was inconceivable.

They stayed there like that until he finally was soft enough to pull out without hurting her. Angelia fell back on the bed.

Fury lay down beside her so that he could stare at her naked body. “You are so beautiful.” He traced the Sentinel markings on her face.

“I’ll bet you never thought you’d mate with an Arcadian.”

“I did until I turned out to be a wolf.”

She looked away at his blunt truth. “Why did you keep that secret from me?”

He laughed bitterly. “Oh gee, I can’t imagine. Maybe because I was afraid you’d freak out and hate me. What a ridiculous thought that was, huh?”

Blushing, she looked away, ashamed of the fact that he’d been right about her and he shouldn’t have been. “I’m sorry for that.”

“It’s all right. You weren’t the only one who tried to kill me.”

No, his entire patria, including his mother, siblings and grandfather had tried to kill him. And still he’d managed to survive.

“Did your father welcome you in?”

“I never gave him the chance to reject me. I found his pack and when I saw how little respect he had for Vane and Fang, I decided to lay low and not tell him I was his son. I figured one near-death experience at the hands of a parent was enough for anyone.” He traced circles around her breasts. “You’ve really never shapeshifted?”

“Why would I?”

He stopped to stare at her. “I think you should.”

“Why?”

“It’s part of who and what you are.”

So what? “It’s a part I don’t have to accept or like.”

“Yes, you do.”

She tensed at his tone. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying either you shift into a wolf, or I’m going to shock you and make you.”

She gasped at his threat. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

Horrified, she sat up. “This isn’t funny, Fury. I don’t want to be a wolf.”

His turquoise eyes were relentless. “For one minute, humor me. You need to know what it is you hunt, and what it is you hate.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s what I am and I want you to understand me.”

She wanted to tell him to shove that. She did understand him, but before she could say that, she stopped.

He was right. How could she understand what he was when she’d never experienced it herself? If it was important to him, then she would do this.

“Then for you only, and only for one minute.”

He inclined his head and waited.

And waited.

When a full three minutes had gone by and she was still human, he arched a brow at her. “Well?”