Fury

Something in Fury’s eyes changed. Fury inhaled. “I don’t smell that it’s your time.”

“That is so freaky. Breeze warned me that you guys can smell a woman on her period from half a mile away. She told me how to deal with that when it happens.”

Fury softly growled. “She needed to.”

“She said otherwise I’d never make it home without being sniffed after.” Ellie suddenly smiled. “She was joking, right?”

“It’s a turn-on,” Fury growled, passion darkening his gaze.

“Why?”

“Have you ever let a man touch you at that time?”

Ellie shook her head. She hadn’t. Her ex-husband had been disgusted by it and Ellie hadn’t really had a desire to press the issue. She didn’t exactly feel sexy at that time of the month, between the bloating and cramps.

“You’re hotter and wetter inside.” He moved closer to Ellie, pressing her tighter against the wall. “Did I mention it’s a turn-on?” He growled at her and then firmly pinned her against the wall again.

“Fury, back off.” Ellie laughed and gently pushed at his shoulders to put some space between them. “I haven’t started it yet. My palm is still bleeding and I need to go talk to that nurse. Hold that thought. It shouldn’t take long and we can resume this.”

Fury growled deeper, refused to back away and kept her pinned tightly. Unease inched up her spine. She shoved at him harder.

“Fury? Please? You’re crushing me. You need to let me go.”

He backed off but looked as though he didn’t want to. Ellie inched her body between his and the wall until she broke free.

Ellie shook her head at him. “Back off, big guy. I mean it. I have some nurse ass to kick out of this house and then we’ll get you back into bed.” She rubbed him. “I’ll take care of you then. You’re still not completely healed. You heard Trisha. If you took me standing up you might open up your stitches. Just a few more days and we can have sex any way we want but for now we still have to take it real easy, on a bed.”

Heat boiled through Fury’s system, and he fought hard to control it. He frowned, fighting the urge to howl. He breathed hard, watching Ellie move around the bathroom. It wasn’t directed at her but he got really angry all of a sudden.

He wanted her so much it actually hurt. His body burned with the need to grab her, pin her to the wall again, and take her. His hands fisted at his sides as he fought the urge. She’d said no and he’d never hurt Ellie, never force her, but he battled his desire to grab her.

What the hell is wrong with me? No answer came to him as he breathed in and out. The hot flash grew stronger and as he inhaled Ellie’s scent his dick hardened until it throbbed painfully.

It has to be a reaction to that woman coming on to me and touching me. He knew he’d become seriously addicted to Ellie’s scent, needing it around him, or he longed for it. He just didn’t realize how strong that compulsion had grown until another woman had touched him.

This has to be one of those animal traits rearing its ugly head. He needed to get a grip on it for Ellie’s sake but the longer he stood there the harder it was to even try to conceal his need to fuck Ellie. He wanted his cock inside her.

The urge to taste her blood made him drool a little as the scent of it teased his nose. It shocked him, left him a little scared—horrified even. He backed up, his breathing increasing to pants and tried to get control of his mind.

The urges built until he couldn’t contain them any longer. Fury spun suddenly and punched the wall. The agony of pain shooting up his arm helped. The anger receded enough for him to think again.

Surprise froze Ellie for a second at Fury’s violent outburst but she understood how upset the hellish nurse could make someone. She could easily relate to his reaction. “Still mad about what she did? Did nailing the wall help?”

He turned, shaking out the hand he’d just slammed into the drywall. “No. I’m mad that I can’t touch you the way I want.”

“I know but we don’t want you to have to go back to the hospital, Fury. Now go back to bed and I’ll handle Nurse Kissy Force. We’ll have sex after, on the bed, real slow so you don’t strain anything.” She shoved a adhesive bandage over her palm. “I’m getting rid of her once and for all.”

Fury snorted and then yanked the bathroom door open. Ellie followed him into the bedroom, left him there, and went in search of the nurse. She didn’t take the time to put on panties since her nightshirt fell to her knees. It wouldn’t take her long to tell Belinda Thomas to pack her shit and get out. She’d never seen Fury so agitated.

Ellie found the nurse sitting on the couch looking irritated, holding the remote control to the television. Tiger reclined on a chair by the door, flipping through a magazine. His eyebrows rose as Ellie walked into the living room wearing her nightgown.

“Little early for bed, isn’t it?” Tiger glanced at his watch. “It’s only four.”

“You,” Ellie pointed at Belinda, “are no longer needed. You’re fired. You’re done. Call it whatever you want but go pack your things and get out.” She faced Tiger. “Get her off Homeland grounds pronto or I swear she’s going to the medical center on a stretcher. She’s not to come back here ever again.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.” Belinda glared at Ellie. “I’ve been hired by Justice North to take care of Fury. He’s the only one who can fire me.”

“Fine.” She stomped to the phone. She knew Justice’s number by heart now. She dialed quickly.

“Justice North here,” his calm voice announced.

“Belinda Thomas just threw herself at Fury. He’s killing mad and I’m worse. I just told her to pack her shit and leave but she informed me that you’re the only one who can fire her.”

He paused. “She what?”