Page 74 of Red Fury

Not fucking happening, asshole!

She starts to move, rocking her hips in a rhythm that makes my eyes roll back. Taking me so deep that my balls pull tight and I have to hold back a snarl. This time is different from our frantic sex earlier. This is slower, more intimate somehow, even though it’s just fucking.

I feel more.

I feel everything.

I lean up to capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue until she cries out. Her movements become more desperate. She bounces on my dick so sweetly that I can barely take it. I have to pull back a little and grit my teeth to keep from coming. Finally, her inner walls start to flutter around me.

“That’s it,” I encourage, one hand sliding between us to find her clit again. “Come for me.”

She throws her head back, her movements becoming erratic as I work the sensitive bundle of nerves. When she finally breaks apart on a long, hard wail, her orgasm triggers mine as she tightens around me. I thrust up into her one final time, spilling myself deep inside her as waves of pleasure crash over me.

I groan and then snarl, a few scales popping out on my arms and chest.

We move against one another, at first frantic and then slower and slower, drawing out our pleasure until we’re both vibrating from the force and intensity.

It’s never been like this for me before.

Never been this fucking good.

We collapse together, breathing hard, and then roll away from one another, no longer touching. This wasn’t lovemaking. This was sex.

After a few minutes of trying to catch my breath, I get up and head to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth and a bottle of water from the mini-fridge.

“Here,” I say, offering her the cloth first, then the water.

“Thanks.” She takes both, looking grateful, and we lean back against the headboard, sitting close but not quite touching.

Shadow cleans up, dropping the washcloth on the floor next to the bed. Then she uncaps her water and takes a big drink.

I do the same.

The post-sex haze is starting to clear, and reality is creeping back in. I know I need to address what happened earlier.

“Shadow,” I start, turning to look at her. “I owe you an apology. A big one.”

She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything.

“Earlier today, when I accused you of lying about being kicked out of that meeting… Yeah, well…I was completely out of line. Thompson confirmed that all unnecessary personnel were dismissed. You were telling the truth, and I was an asshole for not believing you.”

She’s quiet for a moment, then nods. “I accept your apology. You were under a lot of stress. We both were.”

“That’s no excuse for not trusting you.” I rub the back of my neck. “You’ve given me no reason to doubt you.”

“Thank you for saying that.” She takes a sip of water. “So, what happened today? Where did you go with Webb? You seemed…stressed.”

“That’s putting it lightly. Part of how I treated you had to do with what happened. What I heard and how…terrified it made me.”

Her eyes widen. “What happened?”

I tell her about the meeting with Kozlov, about the nuclear weapons, about Webb’s casual mention of “two small countries.” With each detail, I watch her face grow paler.

“Nuclear weapons,” she repeats, her voice hoarse. “Do you think they’re planning to blow up both islands?”

“I can’t say with certainty yet. Either that or they’re stockpiling them for future use. Either way, it would seem that both our people could be in serious danger.” I lean forward, my voice urgent. “This is bigger than any petty rivalry between Draig and Mistveil. We need to work together on this, Shadow. Firstly, at confirming our suspicions and then at stopping them if our worst fears are validated.”

“You’re right.” She nods firmly. “Whatever’s been going on between our islands, it doesn’t matter now. It would seem that we, more than likely, have a common enemy.”