Panting, she closed her eyes and tipped her head back. “Yes. Yes. It’s like little tiny kisses.”
With a wolfish grin, Falden smeared more paste over her body. Her neck, her breasts, her hips and thighs. He was very thorough as her moans turned into gasps with each stroke of his hand.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered. “When I said everywhere, I meant everywhere.”
She obeyed without hesitation, wanting to please him. Wanting everything from him. She was on fire for him, every cell in her body tuned to his. Tingling with electricity.
He dipped two fingers into the past and his gaze burned into her own before he pressed the paste into her waiting sheath. Arching back, she cried out, bucking as he drove his fingers deep.
“Keep your legs spread,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument. “Grab your knees.”
Again she obeyed, spreading herself as wide as she could, her body open and exposed to him at every level. Heat spread through her, a rosy flush blooming across her cheeks, her breasts. Her core throbbed, nub engorged. She wanted. Needed.
With a growl, he pulled his fingers free, only to push deep again. In and out. Over and over again. “Come now, my Bella.”
With a scream, she let go, her orgasm so intense she shook with each spasm.
He wasn’t finished. Refused to let her recover. Her wet heat beckoned, and he feasted, slipping two fingers back into her hot core, his mouth teasing and suckling her clit until she exploded in his arms again.
And when she was breathless and trembling, he pushed his cock deep, joining them into one body. Pounded inside her with a perfect rhythm.
“Yes.” She arched her hips, took him even deeper, demanded more, which he was all too willing to give.
They moved as one, their emotions and fire building between them until blue light arced around them as they generated their own personal storm.
Against the wall, Furon glowed with eerie blue light despite the fact that Falden was nowhere within reach.
Power built in the room, rising between them in a fury as he took her harder. Deeper. Faster.
She cried out, and he followed her into bliss, every light in the room flickering with them.
When it was over, she did cry. She told him everything. He held her. He listened. And that was absolutely perfect.
Epilogue One Week Later…
Sweat. Dirt. Grass. Matthew smelled like a young man who needed a shower, but she held him tighter. Squeezed. Hard. He was still too thin, but he was getting better. Healing. Smiling.
“Hey! Trying to breathe here,” he said, his words muffled.
“You don’t need to breathe. You need hugs,” she countered, laughing.
“Come on, Isa, they’re all going to tease me if you don’t let go.”
“They’re all jealous, that’s all.” Isabella squeezed once more, tight, just for good measure, before stepping back. However, she couldn’t resist reaching down to muss his hair. “How are you? Nightmares last night?”
Matthew shrugged. “Not too bad. I don’t remember much.”
It was true. They’d drugged the boy to within an inch of his life. She wasn’t sure whether to be angry or grateful for that fact.
The image of the Dark One ripping off pieces of that human leg with his teeth flashed into her mind, and she shuddered but tried to hide her discomfort from the boy. He was adjusting to his new life. The human thugs who’d taken him had killed Matthew’s father, so Dagan had pulled some strings and made the boy a citizen of Caldor so he could live on base, go to school, be surrounded by people who cared. He already followed Juliette around like a lost puppy. And Sasha—God, she was the most amazing woman Isabella had ever met. Kind. Fierce. Like a protective mother with an angel’s face and a predator’s bite.
“How’s my Bella?” The deep voice soothed her even before Falden’s arms wrapped around her waist from behind.
Matthew rolled his eyes. “Really? You two need to get a room.”
Falden laughed. He laughed, and every Lumerian in the training yard turned at the sound. He nuzzled her neck with the tip of his nose. “We already have a room, Matthew. Several, in fact.”
Which was true. Their personal quarters had been upgraded now that Falden had a mate. And Falden had introduced her to every room by lowering her to the ground or pushing her up against the wall or bending her over the sofa or…
The shower. God, the shower.
Behind her, Falden groaned and the soft nuzzles at her neck turned to kisses. Nibbles. His cock grew hard at her back, and she knew, without doubt, her face was turning red. Beet red.
Matthew groaned in mock disgust, but his eyes were dancing and his smile lit up his entire face. “I’m getting food. Later, Isa.”
“Not for at least two hours,” Falden called after the boy.
“Gross, Falden! TMI, man. TMI.”
Laughing, she turned in Falden’s arms and kissed him. Hard. Deep.
Perfect.
When she pulled back to stare up into his blue eyes, she more than saw the love shining there. She could feel it. Every cell of her body purred with his adoration, the alien bond between them so strong she still had trouble coping with the raw energy of his emotions.
Grateful. She was absolutely, one hundred percent grateful. For all of it, but mostly for the man holding her, chasing her demons away, sharing her heart and her soul.
Which was why when his grin faded, she felt his worry and hurried to ease it. “I’m fine. The interrogation this morning was a piece of cake. I’ve been practicing, and I can use my power whenever I need it now. My head doesn’t hurt at all, and that creep gave us a lead on Sevron.”
“I know. I’m so proud of you, of what you can do. Dagan is practically dancing around his desk at the prospect of having you in his back pocket.” He kissed her on the lips, a gentle, soft kiss that was
