Half a Dose of Fury by Zenina Masters Page B

it, aren’t you?”
    “Yup. This is now one of my favourite means of entertainment.” She craned her neck and grinned up at him.
    He sighed and shook his head. “I am not sure that I am going to get used to your new cheerful attitude.”
    “Tough.” She smiled brightly.
    Teal and Tony laughed, and a moment later, the world dissolved in a flash of light.
     
    “Welcome to my home.” Drorik smiled.
    He set her on her feet.
    They had agreed it was going to be his home first, because she was adapting more easily to being part elf than he was to being part shifter.
    It had all the charm of a Tudor farmhouse. “Is that a thatched roof?”
    “It is. I replace it every five years or so. Not because it needs it, I just enjoy the practice.” He chuckled and picked up their bags, walking her toward the picturesque home with a smile.
    “Where do your parents live?”
    “Down the lane. Did you want to meet them today?” He raised his eyebrows.
    She blinked and bit her lip. “I think I might want to skip the immediate introductions. I already know you and Tovin. That is traumatic enough.”
    He bustled her into his house, and she noted the modern kitchen and living room in stark contrast to the exterior. She didn’t have a chance to look around; he coaxed her up the stairs, into his bedroom and he began working at her vest.
    She busied her own hands, removing the belt that held his tunic together and dropping it out of his reach. She pushed his tunic up while he wrestled with her belt and cargo pants.
    His hands shook when he exposed the hot red silk to his gaze.
    She pushed him back and kicked out of her black sneakers. She normally didn’t wear shoes with her uniform, but it had been a formal occasion, so what the hell.
    Yval shimmied out of her cargo pants, and she put her hands on the base of her tank top, whipping it off over her head, exposing the matching red silk bra.
    He swallowed, and she stood with her hands on her hips. Her smile was evil. “This time, I did mean to have sex; now, did you want to get undressed or did you want me to do it for you?”
    She held up her hand and formed her claws.
    He quivered, and his entire body tensed. She could see his erection prodding the fabric of his tunic and his trousers.
    He stepped out of her reach, and he whipped his tunic off over his head before toeing off his boots and levering his trousers down over his erect cock.
    She smiled at the pearly drops that were swelling and clinging to the wide head of his erection. She moved toward him without hesitation and took the thick stalk in her hand, stroking him slowly, covering his shaft with the precum.
    He stood stock still with his eyes watching her. She stood to one side so that his view of her hand was completely clear. Drorik clenched his fists, and she noted the change in his breathing as he got close to release.
    She released her grip and stepped back, removing her bra with a quick move and sliding her thumbs down her hips to remove the scarlet silk that were her panties.
    She was wet, she was ready and she whispered, “Pick me up and fuck me.”
    His arms snapped out and pulled her to him, lifting her into the air and pressing his cock into her, lowering her onto him with a groan.
    There was no subtlety to this union; Yval gripped his shoulders and held on as he lifted and dropped her with wet-sounding thuds until she gasped and dug her nails into him while he snarled and jetted inside her.
    It was a reflex to lean forward and bite him, and to her shock, he returned the favour. The bright pain caused a flare of aftershocks to run through her, and her channel gripped him tightly, bringing him to another spasm of his own.
    When she released him and pressed her head to his chest, a perfect bite mark glowed with magic on his skin. Oddly, it was an animal bite, and she didn’t think she had shifted.
    He released her a moment later, and he slowly lapped at her skin.
    She unlocked her legs, and the only things holding her