Page 55 of Fury

“We should—uhh—shouldn’t we go somewhere more private?”

A naughty grin crossed his face. “It won’t take me long to make you come. I don’t even have to take your clothes off.” He punctuated the last of his words by slipping a finger underneath her panties and inside of her. Heat flashed through her like a summer storm, making her moan under the sudden onslaught of sensation.

“You really don’t play fair,” she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders as hard as they could.

He teased her with long and slow strokes as she tried and failed to catch her breath. Somewhere in the back of her mind was a reminder that they were out in the open where anyone could come across them, but that reminder faded when Sawyer pressed his thumb on top of her clit.

"My need to get inside you at every possible chance is way more important than fair play, my mate."

The heavy desire she spied in his eyes made her stomach quiver. Of course, his words might have been the reason as well. His fondness for dirty talk never failed to make her crazy.

"You're still going to tell me about Faith when we're done, right?"

He shook his head. "I must not be doing something right if you're still thinking about that."

He might have thought she'd forget, but she wouldn't. However, the rioting need inside her had taken priority so the other could wait.

Thankfully he stopped talking and she heard more than saw him ripping at the front of his pants. His lips were buried in her neck, his teeth scraping against the mark he'd left behind when he slid inside her.

Good God, she wanted to explode. And yet, at the same time it wasn't quite enough. So, she wrapped her legs around him and drew him closer, surrendering to the emotions he triggered inside her.

How had she fallen so hard and so fast? The question flitted through her mind, but ultimately the answer didn't matter. Unexpected love had found her and made her his. He claimed they were mates even if she never shifted.

"Fuck," he cried, stiffening above her.

"What's wrong?"

"I should have waited for privacy. But you drive me insane with need."

She smiled against his chest a moment before he began easing away. “Wait. Don't. I love that you need me so bad you can't wait. It's really hot.”

“I promise I'll make this up to you,” he said, obvious agony etched across his face.

“I don't—” She stopped when a faint thud sounded on the wood stairs that led down to where they were. Shit. Someone was coming.

To his credit, Sawyer moved fast. He had them both covered and sitting in chairs in a matter of a few seconds. Unfortunately, her rapid heart beat and the heat flushing her face would be a dead giveaway to exactly what they'd been doing down here.

"There you are." Damien came into view with Faith right behind him.

"Here we are," she muttered under her breath.

Faith giggled. "Damien, I think our timing was bad. We've interrupted them."

Penelope's face burned hotter. So much for subtle.

"It's mating season. It can't be helped."

As if reading her embarrassment, Sawyer growled and squeezed her hand.

"Is there a reason you came looking for us other than to cock block me?" Sawyer asked.

Penelope dropped her head and groaned. Maybe if she thought about it hard enough the ground would open up and swallow her whole. Anything to save her from this conversation.

"Faith has talked me into a mating season bonfire down on the beach and we want to make sure everyone is there, including the two of you."

Faith smiled at them both. “We haven't had much time to celebrate lately and I think we're due.”

Penelope looked up. A party sounded kind of interesting. Maybe. She still wasn't sure about her place here.

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