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  As he neared the estate, Stormy felt him begin to shift. She pushed to her feet and spoke through the link, Don’t change. She felt his hesitation and his confusion, so she added, I saw you change, Fury. I’m not afraid of you. I’m not afraid of what you are. Please, if you want me to accept you, if you truly believe there’s a chance in hell that I’m your…your—she forced the word out—chosen, you’ll let me see you as you are.

  Ambrosia?

  Please, she said, taking a step toward the lining of the trees where she was certain he was standing.

  Unsure of whether he would truly wait, Stormy broke into a sprint. She ducked beneath a low lying branch, skirted around a few moss covered tree trunks and leaped over several downed limbs only to come to a screeching halt when she burst through a barrier of thick green foliage and into a clearing.

  “What are you?” Her chest heaved as she stared at the creature that easily made up three Brutuses and another half of a Sodona.

  I’m an Anubi. We’ve already gone through this. His tone was like a slamming door—abrupt, final.

  “No, right now, what are you?” Stormy took a cautious step forward.

  The animal peered at her through intense, intelligent eyes. His back was straight and proud, his paws massive, his chest broad and regal as his tail swooshed intermittently from right to left.

  I’m the beast of my father. He sat down on his haunches, his ears moving erratically from side to side.

  The jackal. She took another step forward, her hand out in front of her. “A-Amazing.” She ran the tips of her fingers across his muzzle, dug her fingers deep into the fur running down his neck and around his head. Stormy dropped to her knees before him, swiped at tears she wasn’t aware she was shedding, and stared up at him.

  She searched his eyes. For what? She didn’t know.

  The jackal nudged her hands away from her face and gently licked each of her tears away before trailing his muzzle down the side of her cheek to the crook of her neck where he lightly nipped her. You’re too beautiful to be crying, love.

  Stormy couldn’t contain the emotions racing through her, the sheer awe at what her life had become in such a short time and what this man could mean to her. How the hell was she going to deal with this when he realized she was not his mate?

  Unable to contain herself any longer, she threw her arms around his neck and allowed herself one moment of weakness. She cried for the family she once had and the one she would never have.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Fury called upon his human form, pushing the jackal down and into the darker recesses of his being. The moment the transformation was complete he slipped his arms around Stormy’s trembling body and pulled her close to his naked body. He kissed the top of her head, brushed his fingers up and down of her back, and cursed himself a thousand times for not knowing the right thing to say to put her heart at ease.

  “Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.” He kissed the crown of her head again and tightened his hold on her. “Tell me what to say, and I’ll say it.”

  She sniffled and when she spoke, her voice was barely a croak, “Anything?”

  A soft sigh slipped passed his lips and he closed his eyes. “Please don’t ask me for that. Anything but that, love. I know this makes no sense to you, but in time it will.” He leaned away from her and gazed down into her teary eyes. “I will admit finding you at this point in my life was not something I was initially happy with, but Ambrosia, I have lived for more than three millennia not knowing what it was like to truly need—to want to share my life with someone. Now that I have you, you can’t ask me to let you go and think that I will.”

  Her gentle hand caressed his cheek as her eyes searched his face—for what, he didn’t know, but he prayed she would find it. “You’re a foolish man, Fury.” A tender but sad smile played over her beautiful features as a solitary tear trickled from her left eye.

  Promises be damned, he wanted to read her mind so that he would know her every thought and be able to define all the emotions she was trying so hard to hide. “Talk to me. Tell me what I can do to make you want to believe in me and in us. Tell me.” He would beg and plead if necessary. He didn’t care about looking weak. This woman in his arms was the beginning and end of his life. He needed her like he had never and would never need another person.

  Her bottom lip trembled as she looked away from him and instead looked around at the trees surrounding them. When she brought her attention back to him, her eyes were filled with an emotion he wished he didn’t recognize.

  Regret.

  Stormy ducked her head and whispered, “Make love to me one last time.”

  Fury caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted her head back. “One last time? There is no such thing for us, Ambrosia. Remember, you and I are as inevitable as the passage of time.”

  Before she could negate him, Fury captured her lips in a heated kiss he hoped she would see as a promise for the future, his loyalty, adoration, and patience.

  The moment their lips touched, fire born of the deepest parts of Hell tore through him. A desperate need, once buried deep, clawed its way to the forefront, demanding he claim her as his own and to hell with her acceptance.

  Stormy moaned into his mouth, her hands running smoothly over his back to his shoulders, where her nails dug into his skin. Fury laid her back against the warm, leaf-covered ground.

  I’m shaking, he noticed. Was it in anticipation of what he was about to do? Or was it because he needed her so badly? He couldn’t say he cared which it was, but he was certain he’d never trembled a day in his life, before now.

  As he trailed his hands down the length of her body and inhaled her sweet scent, he was forced to admit the man he was before and the man he was now were two different beings. She made him stronger, forced him to face and accept his own weaknesses, his mortality.

  His head dipped as his hands slipped beneath her T-shirt, pushing it up to reveal her smooth, tanned belly. A trail of slow wet kisses led him down the side of her neck as his hands moved to her breasts. He plucked at her erect nipples and palmed the fullness of her breasts while blood rushed from his head to his cock, causing it to swell and his balls to tighten.

  “If I’m not inside of you soon, I’m going to die.”

  Stormy moaned low, her hips writhing against his. He could smell her arousal all around him, clouding his mind and clogging his senses.

  Fury palmed her heated core, a solitary finger sliding into her. She was so hot, so inviting he found it hard to control himself as he withdrew and pushed back in with two fingers, while thumbing gently at her clit. Stormy rocked against him, her body trembling like a twig caught out in a desert breeze. He ran the tip of his finger over her triangle repeatedly in a circular motion.

  She whispered his name.

  “Say it again,” he demanded.

  She ignored him, her mind and body lost in his ministrations.

  He applied a little more pressure to her clit, dipped his head and bit down on her nipple in a gentle reprimand. “Say it.”

  She moaned low and arched into him. “F-Fury.”

  He ripped open her thin tee with his teeth and brushed the pieces aside. “I want nothing but skin and sweat between us.” He spared another moment to pull her pants down and off her body, before he flipped her, stretching her out on her belly before him.

  Stormy tensed, tried to push up. “What are you do—?”

  “Shush, love. I want you like this…for now,” he whispered, cutting her off as he palmed her ass with one large hand. “Head down. Be easy, love.”

  Stormy focused on the feel of his hands on her body and his lips trailing slow kisses down her spine. Other than that, nothing else mattered but this moment with him.

  “Sinful,” she whispered.

  She tensed again, but relaxed as his tongue trailed down the crack of her ass moments before he gripped her cheeks, parted them, and dove in, devouring her as if he were starving. His tong
ue was like a sliver of heaven—or could it have been hell? He pushed her to the brink and dangled her over the edge, pulled her back, and caused parts of her to spark to life that she wasn’t aware she owned.

  Fury rocked back, lifted her higher so her knees were on his shoulders, her body still facing the ground, and dove in again. He lapped at her nest, nibbled on her clit, and forced his tongue to linger in areas that only served to drive her crazy. He lifted her hips higher as an orgasm rippled through her. He parted her lips with his other hand, her knees still balanced on his shoulders, and a tremor roared through her as his tongue slipped into her again and again, and his delightful mouth simultaneously sucked at her inner lips.

  “Fury, I need more. Give me more. Don’t hold back.” She tried to ride the waves of ecstasy rushing through her. The battle was lost the moment electrical charges spiraled out from her womb to the far reaches of her extremities. She cried out in ecstasy, fisted her hands in the grass below her, and undulated back against his mouth as he continued to drink from her. “Jesus. Holy shit. Damn it, Fury.”

  Her mind blanked and her world twisted into a million hues of colors she didn’t know existed. Still, he dove deeper with his tongue, tickled her clit with the ball of his thumb, and plunged her over the edge and back into her blissful abyss.

  “I love it when you come.” Fury kissed his way back up the length of her body, and flipped her over on her back, sparing unbearable moments to kiss and nibble at her breast. “Did you know—” he sucked her right nipple into his mouth as his hand gripped and released her hips before finding her saturated core again “—that you taste like salvation?”

  Two of his fingers slid back into her. She gripped his shoulders and rode up against his touch. It was all she could do to keep from crying out as another orgasm ravaged her.

  Stormy hadn’t known anything in life could feel this good. She hadn’t thought one touch from a man would be able to set her heart fluttering, and send her body up in flames. “It’s not supposed to be like this every time, is it?” She was breathless. “You’re amazing. In every single way, absolutely amazing.”

  “It’s supposed to be exactly like this, every time, with me, love.”

  This was unreal, but yet too fabulous to be a figment of her imagination. For an eternity of this, there was nothing she wouldn’t give, but she didn’t have an eternity with him. She only had now, today. She would be a fool not to make the most of it.

  Stormy pushed Fury away from her.

  “What are you up to now?” he asked, one eyebrow arched higher than the other.

  She ignored him and shifted onto her hands and knees.

  Fury rubbed at his chin. “What are you doing?”

  “In a minute I hope to be doing you,” she answered, her voice rivaling the sexiest phone sex operator in the business.

  His dangerously sensuous mouth turned up at the corners and he settled back onto the downed tree behind him. “Is that so?” Fury leaned forward, his arms balanced on his knees, his length hard between his chiseled thighs. “If you must,” he taunted with a sexy frown.

  “I must.” She was a jungle cat on the prowl, her prey trapped, its only escape route blocked. The dreamy way he looked at her as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip made her feel powerful. The wanton emotions rolling through her had her feeling untamed, and the constant throbbing of her clit had her ravenous for only him.

  She closed the space between them, used his knees as leverage to pull herself up, and inched in until she was a breath away. One hand dipped between his legs, the other into his hair, and Stormy leaned forward, capturing his lips as she caressed and rolled his balls through her fingers.

  Stormy sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, eliciting a husky moan from him as he grasped her hips. Her head dipped and she ran the tip of her tongue across his cheek to the side of his neck. Leaving a trail of slow kisses down and across his collarbone, she pinched, plucked, and then tugged at his left nipple. “You should get this pierced,” she suggested.

  “For you? Anything.”

  She chuckled seductively, her tone heavy with sex as she gave his cock a long tight stroke and felt moisture trickle down her inner thighs. He moaned thickly and undulated into her hand.

  “Are you sure I was your first?” Fury leaned back, his hands going to the ground behind him as she continued her perusal down his chest, over his marble-hard stomach to his abdomen. She trailed her tongue slowly from right to left and back again.

  “If you have to ask, I must be doing something right.”

  A moan shuddered up his throat, his body shivering under her perusal. “Love, haven’t you tortured me enough?”

  She dipped her head lower and ran her tongue across his leaking slit. She felt as if she was a professional fluffer on the set of a Catalina Cruz flick. Better yet, she was Catalina Cruz.

  “I’ve only begun.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Hell hath no fury like a woman hell-bent on destroying one.

  Fury dug his fingers into the compacted earth to steady himself against the onslaught of emotions her heated mouth brought on. His insides churned, his blood boiled, and his head spun.

  Her hand tightened around the base of his cock, stroking him and taking him in deeper until he could barely see where she began and he ended. She teased him with glimpses of a world born of such vibrant colors he knew from this day forward reality would be but a dull comparison.

  Her mouth was scorching and wet, soft and smooth, her jaws powerful, sucking him in, coating him, and holding him tight.

  “Damn.” His hand moved to her head as his hips pumped in a slow up and down motion, coaxing her to take in more of him.

  His world twisted in on itself, blurred in a haze of mist and cleared only for the process to repeat. Fury growled, his body rigid as he tried to stave off the desire to explode in her mouth. It tore at his core, driving him to the brink of hysteria.

  Stormy pulled back, licked the head of his cock, and ran her tongue slowly up from the base of his shaft to the underside of the head. The knot hidden within swelled and throbbed with need.

  “You taste like sin.” She dipped her head again, her hand jacking his dick as she took each of his balls into her hot mouth one at a time and suckled them.

  He grabbed her, pulling up so she was looking him in the face.

  “I’m not done.” Her excited whisper was full of desire as she gazed up at him with hunger filled eyes.

  “If you continue, you’re going to be sucking on more than my cock.”

  She grinned lustily. “I heard it’s good for my skin.”

  “It might be, but we won’t find out today.” Fury pulled her to him so she was straddling his waist. “I need to be buried deep inside you, love. I want to fill you as no one else ever has and I want my scent to cover you from the inside out.” Her juices blistered him as he pushed into her, parting and filling her. “You’re so hot. Damn. Damn.” He moaned.

  Stormy gripped his shoulders and pushed down. Her head fell back, a husky moan slipping from the back of her throat. “Fury.” She closed her eyes, rocked her hips, and settled further down on him. “It…it hurts so good.”

  “Easy, love, be easy. There’s no rush.” He gripped her hips to slow her movements as she dug her nails into his shoulders and cried out. He undulated up while bringing her down on him, burying himself deep within her.

  He could feel his seed building and the knot swelling beneath the base of his penis. If I’m going to do it, I have to do it now.

  His head dipped low, hungrily devouring her lips as he rocked into her. Fury switched their positions so they were lying on the ground, Stormy under him. He hooked her legs over one of his shoulders, for better access to the deeper, more intricate parts of her sex. She moved with him effortlessly, allowing him the entrance he desired.

  Fury pinned her hands over her head and found the rhythm he was seeking. Time stilled and wavered as their bodies moved against one another, each
meeting the other with passion and a need that would go unmatched by any other.

  Her heat pushed him to the edges of forever, showed him glimpses of a future he had never known was possible, and yanked back to the here and now.

  Stormy whispered incoherent things in between moans as she gripped his hands, but he held her in place and continued to slowly rock into her, hitting areas and feeling things he’d never experienced with another lover.

  The ground slipped from beneath them, giving him the impression they were floating as their hearts raced in unison. Her body rolled against his, a soft sheen of sweat glistening on her brow. She whispered fractured syllables of his name, her moans becoming louder with each thrust.

  Fury pushed back, squatting between her legs, his length still buried deep inside her. Her hand searched out the heat of his body, her nails leaving red angry marks across his abdomen. He gripped her and pulled her to him repeatedly. His cock was slick with her juices and a tempered mixture of his own. He closed his eyes to it, allowing the feeling of her soft walls clenching and pulsing around his cock to pull him over the edge and into their sacred chasm.

  Stormy pushed him back and straddled him. “Dear God.”

  He pulled her to him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her chest to his, and allowed her to ride him. His mind was lost in her scent and her aura, the feel of her body. Fury found it intolerable to hold on, but as the first throb of her pussy enveloped him, he knew the time had come.

  The world around him went black, the only thing making sense, the sensations…the feelings. Heat twisted from the pit of his belly and traveled swiftly down his shaft, bursting from him and into her. It was an ungodly wicked thing that existed in neither heaven nor hell, nor this realm. It was too unnatural and exquisite.

  The knot exploded from him, burrowing itself within her. He tumbled forward, his hips pumping into her swiftly as she cried out, her hips rolling against his, drinking him in and spilling out her own goodness. The world blurred again—darkness faded to light, evil to good, and he knew for certain there was no him without her.