Page 43 of Taken By Fury
“That is unknown, since I have no idea what it is.”
“Well, can we ask Uuna?” Aimee questioned. “I mean, it was she who scattered the artifacts. She had to know about you, otherwise how would you and your sister become… well, artifacts?”
“As I said, father knew the city was going to be in peril and while Uuna might have been the one to scatter the artifacts, Father had already foreseen the event and chose what they would be. He warned Uuna there might come a time she would need to protect the city and herself.”
“So, these are really gifts from your father?” Aimee pointed to the items on the table.
“Yes.”
The queen plopped back down in her seat. “This situation is very complex. I think we all need time to soak it all in.” She looked at Orien, who was still standing outside the circle. “We need to focus on finding the other princess, your sister.”
Sheila looked up. “Yes, but first we all rest tonight.” She then took Zander by the hand. “My mate and I have unfinished business.”
“Yes,” Greydon said and helped his mate back to her feet. “We all rest and tomorrow we will begin to form a plan.”
Everyone left the room, leaving Sheila and Zander alone.
“Your suite or mine?” she asked.
“The choice is yours.”
She didn’t hesitate but opened a portal to his suite. Once there, she disrobed. “Are you ready to complete our bonding?”
“I have been ready since I realized you belonged to me.”
She grinned. “Do you mean now, or when we were children, and I was Lomara?”
“Both.” He stepped into her. “I cannot stand to lose you again.”
“I promise. This time, I am not going anywhere.” She held out her arm that held the band he had placed on her for protection. With a simple thought, it snapped and fell to the floor. “I won’t be needing this any longer. I can shield both of us.”
“You will forgive me if I am still having a difficult time taking all of this in.”
“There is nothing to forgive. The situation is rather unusual for both of us. One day I am working in a lab, the next I realize I am the daughter of a god and a Valarian.” She ran her hands along his chest, his shirt melted away under her fingertips.
“I rather like being able to strip you with the touch of a finger.”
“I don’t mind it either.”
A tingling sensation started in her upper jaw right before her fangs appeared. She ran her tongue over the two points, recalling how long it had been since she had used them. “I find myself hungry in more ways than one.” Not wasting another second, she used her magic to finish stripping them both, then shoved him to the floor, straddling his erection.
“You don’t mess around, do you?”
She dug her nails into his chest. “Are you complaining?”
“Not at all. I am here to serve you.” He grinned.
“Wonderful.” She lowered herself on him, taking every glorious inch until there was no more to take. Then she struck. Her fangs sank deep into his neck, and she drank. He tasted like sin and her pulls became long, deep and greedy until she was thrown into an explosive orgasm. As soon as she came back down, she retracted her fangs and kissed his neck.
“We are not done,” he growled and rolled her to her back. Gripping her ankles, he lifted her legs into the air and began sliding in and out, his pace fast and furious.
“Pote min stamatas,” she cried out in Greek to never stop. Another orgasm built; her body flushed with heat as they both cried out in pleasure.
When they finally came back to earth, he kissed her on the nose. “We didn’t even make it to the bed.”
She laughed. “Hell, not even the bedroom, and I’m not done yet.” She summoned a dagger, the bone handle warm in her hand. “Do you object?”
“I have waited a lifetime for this moment.” He pulled free and helped her to her feet.
