Felix

by Terry Bolryder

  Almost everywhere.

  He leaned forward to capture her lips as his free hand moved down to her wet curls. He played gently before he splayed her folds, found her clit, and brushed it lightly.

  She arched back, nearly bucking him off. But he was bigger than her, and as she mewled and writhed beneath him, he kept his finger poised over her clit, teasing and touching so gently he could feel her body begging him for release with every movement.

  “Felix,” she said, and he smiled. “Why do you do this to me? You torture me.”

  “I don’t mean to, sweet one,” he said, twirling over her clit gently, loving the way she bit her cheek and jerked back. “I just love seeing you like this.” He leaned down so their faces were close. “And I know you like it as well. I can smell it.”

  She turned her head to the side, biting her lower lip in embarrassment, but he moved to capture her lips and kissed her until she relaxed and looked up at him again.

  “Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, sliding his hand lower to stroke along the wetness of her entrance. She was practically dripping for him. She writhed, pressing her legs together once again in embarrassment.

  He let her hands go because he needed both hands to shove her thighs apart. To show her just what he thought of her arousal.

  “Don’t,” he said tersely, looking down at her center as she flushed and stared up at him. “You’re so beautiful. You’re everything. I would have you like this, soaking wet and at my mercy, all the time if I could.” He slowly ran one finger along the inside of her folds, savoring the silkiness there. “You’re perfect, no matter how you are, Diana.”

  She turned to the side again. “You can’t mean that. I’m a wyvern.”

  He shook his head, moving his hands back to her thighs, waiting for her to look up at him. “You’re still perfect. Because you’re alive and you’re here with me.”

  She blinked, and tears welled at the corners of her eyes. “Even if I didn’t hate you, I never thought you would accept me like this. I thought if I did find you and I could forgive you and it wasn’t your fault, you’d reject me. You always spoke about beauty.”

  “I did,” Felix said, lowering his head between her legs, unable to resist finally tasting her again. He’d been craving the taste of her since the other night. He licked up her slit, savoring her juices, loving the sound of her sigh.

  “You’re even more beautiful now because of what you survived. Because you didn’t let them break you. Because you were mad enough to come find me. Because you brought us together again. And because you are just you, and I love you. Every minute together makes it clearer that when you came back, you brought back my heart.”

  She blinked at him, hands still by the sides of her head as if pinned there. “Sometimes I don’t understand you.”

  He licked at her center again, finger moving up to her clit to tease her there as well. “I guess it’s a good thing I’m never letting you go. You’ll get a long time to figure me out. But I’m telling you it’s simple.” He pushed through her folds and penetrated her with his tongue, making her buck up against him.

  “Simple?” she gasped out.

  “Yes,” he said, thrusting his tongue into her again as his finger pressed down on her clitoris. His hands held her thighs, keeping her in place. “I want you. I want you as a wyvern or a wolf or a human. I want you with one leg or one arm. I want you if you love me or you hate me. I want you, Diana, and I’m never going to stop.”

  She arched back, body trembling and close to release as he continued to play with her. “I don’t want to be hurt again.”

  “I won’t let you be hurt again,” he said, moving up to kiss at her clit, sucking it into his mouth so he could totally encompass it.

  “You’ll protect me?” she asked, and her sparkling eyes were so vulnerable he couldn’t stand it.

  “Always, from now on,” he said. “With all my life and all my heart.”

  She closed her eyes then, and he flicked his tongue out over her clit, knowing she was ready to go over the edge, given how tight and trembling her body was.

  She came with a scream, flying forward to reach for him as he came up to hold her tightly, steadying her as her whole body convulsed.

  She moaned his name, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her wet center pressed up against his thigh, still pulsing.

  His entire being was on fire as he heard her cries of pleasure. He could live as long as the ocean and never get enough of seeing her like that.

  Feeling her like that.

  His hand moved down to her center again, but she grabbed it and pushed him back, settling her butt back on the blanket as she panted, looking up at him.

  She nodded to his shirt. “You now. I need to see you. I need… everything.”

  He nodded, pulling the shirt over his head. Somehow, being naked with her was nerve-wracking. Like she already saw so much more of him than anyone else did, yet now he was showing her even more.

  The fact that she had seen him before like that, many times even, didn’t change that.

  As he worked at the button on his pants, she came over on her knees and felt his chest, her hands looking so small over his pectoral muscles.

  “So beautiful,” she said. “I never understood how someone beautiful like you could like me.”

  She started to pull back, and he caught her hand and kept it pressed against his muscle.

  “You’re the beautiful one. By the time we’re done here, you’ll know it.”

  Then he released her hand and stood so he could step out of his jeans and then pull off his black boxer briefs.

  He knelt down in front of her, naked, and let her look her fill.

  Her eyes wandered over him, still slightly glazed from pleasure, then sharpened by hunger, glittering as she pushed him back onto the blanket below her.

  She ran her hands over his shoulders, pausing at a few of his scars, drawing a finger over them. “You’ve suffered.”

  He shrugged. “I heal well.”

  Her hand lingered for a moment over the silvery marks, and then she moved lower, grazing his forearms, which tensed involuntarily at her touch.

  She smiled at him, then moved her hands to his waist, drawing lines around the defined abs there, making his breath quicken.

  Then as one hand rested on his shoulder, the other stroked down the center of his torso to find his member. When she took it in her hand, sliding her thumb gently up and down, he groaned, arching back.

  “Just having you in my hand like this, just knowing what I can do to you…” Her grin was wicked. “It’s everything.”

  She stroked over the tip, spreading a drop of moisture, and then kept her eyes on his as she slowly lowered herself to suck at his head, taking it into her mouth with a pleased moan.

  God, it was the second hottest thing he’d ever seen.

  His hands gripped the blankets as he propped himself on his elbows, trying to stay calm. She licked down his shaft, her eyes glinting at him, and he jerked slightly in response.

  One of her hands moved to his long thigh, bracing him.

  “Now you’re torturing me,” he said.

  “No, I get to enjoy you,” she said. “Do you know how long I dreamed of this? Between those dreams of revenge, my body still longed for you. I still ached for you. When I was alone, my hands still slid inside my pants and I thought of you.”

  He closed his eyes. “I thought of you, too.”

  “I still thought you would come for me. Then they changed me, and I thought you wouldn’t want me even if I got out.”

  “I would have come for you,” he said. “I wish I could go back in time.”

  “It doesn’t matter now,” she said. “We’re alive and together.” She sucked his tip into her mouth again, eyes rolling back as she savored it before letting it slip out with a pop. “I can feel every part of you, and it’s so much more real than the past.”

  He lay back, unable to fight any longer as she sucked at him, pull
ing him into her mouth, laving him, releasing him.

  And he was fully there with her, feeling everything, feeling whole and real, never hollow.

  When he was trembling with the effort of holding back, determined to wait until they could come together, she released and sat up so she could look down at him.

  Her lips were glistening and full, wet from his pre-cum. Just as he could still taste her on his lips. Truly, they were made to be together.

  She looked down at him longingly. “I want to finish you, but…”

  “I know,” he said. “I want to be together too.”

  She nodded, then moved herself over him, clearly wanting to be on top this time.

  He couldn’t deny her anything. Besides, this way he’d be able to watch her in the moonlight, beautiful and wild and free like he always wanted her to be.

  As long as she was with him.

  She straddled him and then slowly lowered herself over him, taking in his hard length inch by achingly wet inch.

  She was so tight it was all he could do to keep from coming just because it felt so good to be inside her warmth.

  Felt so good to be joined with her as she placed her hands on his chest and took a deep, shuddering breath.

  He could feel her tensing and releasing inside and knew she was getting used to the sensation. To the tight hold they had on each other.

  Then her eyes opened, and they were so full of want that it took his breath away.

  “God, Diana, you—” He was cut off when she began moving, slowly lifting off of him and coming back down.

  Though he loved being in charge, having her beneath him, he loved also knowing she wanted him as well.

  Her sighs of pure pleasure every time she took him inside her were balm to his soul. Her soft, glowing, strong body moving against him, keeping him pinned, was the most beautiful sight in the world.

  He could barely focus on the way his whole body was tightening, agitated, caught at the edge of something monumental. He couldn’t think as long as she was encompassing him, riding him, her short dark hair tossing in the sea wind.

  All he knew was that he wanted this woman. That she had to be his for all time.

  His hands caught her hips, moved up to her breasts, distracted her for a moment and forced her to pause in taking them both toward the edge together.

  She took a deep breath as she reached up to take his hands, held them against her breasts for a moment, and then released them to fall back to her thighs.

  She moved forward, keeping him inside her as she brought their bodies closer together so their faces were only inches apart.

  Then she kissed him, and as their tongues intertwined, she pulled away and thrust back down over him. He got the rhythm and began to thrust up to meet her.

  His whole body was rumbling, tightening, too totally aware of her beauty, her warmth, her softness, her absence up until that moment.

  This was supposed to happen, he thought headily. This was fate.

  As he felt unable to hold on anymore, he heard her let out a gasp and push down over him, harder than ever before.

  The clenching of her pussy set off something inside him, and he cursed as he felt himself jerk, spurting hot, wet seed deep inside.

  As he heard her whisper his name against his lips, heard himself call out to her, he felt the wolf inside him. The mountains he’d been born in. The call of something too deep to name.

  As she slumped against him, gasping, her tightness still gripping him as his body rode the last waves of release, a terrible, wonderful thought came to him.

  Terrible because he didn’t know how she would feel about it. Wonderful because it was everything he wanted in the world.

  They were mated.

  Chapter 20

  The Past

  “We shouldn’t have done that,” Felix said, pulling his clothes back into place as Diana lay there looking up at the sky.

  “It’s fine. You didn’t mate me,” she said, rolling over to smile at him, cheeks flushed, utterly sated. “I didn’t know my body could feel so good.”

  “I shouldn’t have touched you,” Felix said. “God, you deserve so much more.”

  He’d held her. Kissed her. Lowered her to the forest floor and given Diana her first taste of pleasure right there under the trees.

  She hadn’t minded the soft dirt beneath them, and he’d been too wild with the pleasure of touching her, watching her lose herself to everything he could do, to care either.

  It had been unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and he knew that as long as he lived, he would never forget how it felt.

  “Come back here,” she said, reaching up for him.

  He groaned as he crouched beside her, letting himself be pulled into her arms.

  Even now, he couldn’t believe what had happened.

  It had been unlike anything he’d ever imagined. Driven by hunger and a connection they couldn’t ignore. And every part of her that he had touched had brought out the possessive thought. Mine.

  It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to get close to anyone.

  He would go back to the Tribunal soon. He always had to.

  He didn’t know what he was going to do anymore.

  “Felix?” She stroked his hair back. “What’s wrong? Why are you trembling?”

  He kept his arms tight around her. “Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I know what this is,” she said softly. “I know you’ll go back. I know it’s a fling. We’re from different worlds, right?”

  He nodded.

  “But as long as you’re here, can’t we keep doing this?”

  He pulled back from her, letting out an exasperated sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, Diana. I shouldn’t have let it happen once. I couldn’t say no to you.”

  She giggled, tucking her short hair behind one ear. “I mean, it felt good for you too, right?”

  He nodded eagerly. “Better than anything in the world.”

  “You’re so hot,” she said, running a hand over his chest again. “I didn’t know males could look like you.”

  He chuckled, catching her hand before she could start him going again. His body seemed to respond to every one of her touches. “I’m a little unique. It’s true. But I didn’t know females could be like you either.”

  She flushed, her skin still glowing from orgasm. God, he didn’t know how he could go back to his life after this. But thinking of Winslow, the way he would hunt him…

  It wasn’t possible to stay by her side.

  Besides, how could he even be thinking like that? She hadn’t said she wanted him that way. Forever. She merely wanted a fling. To experience what he could give her and let him go. It worked out for him, so why did he feel a bit nervous about it?

  Bitter, if he were honest with himself.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking,” she said. “If you don’t want me that way—”

  “Of course I want you,” he said fiercely. “More than anything.”

  “We barely know each other,” she said, cupping his cheek. “How can it feel like this so soon?”

  He closed his eyes because he had a suspicion.

  They could be mates.

  He opened his eyes again, putting on his easy smile. “We’re just good together. That happens sometimes.”

  She frowned and pulled back. “If you say so.”

  The forest was silent and awkward, with a few bird calls sounding overhead.

  “We should get back,” she said, straightening her clothing. “Before they miss us.”

  “Right,” he said, helping her up.

  When they were standing and facing each other, he couldn’t resist taking her hands and pulling her in for a kiss, marveling at the way the whole earth seemed to shake when he did so.

  If he believed in destiny, he would think she was his.

  “So is that a yes?” she asked when he finally pulled back again. “For however long you stay, w
e can be together?”

  “Yes,” he said reluctantly. “But remember I still have to go back to my world. I can’t stay with you.” Not unless he wanted her to be killed.

  “Why not? If I wanted you to stay, why couldn’t you?”

  “They would hunt me down,” he said soberly. “You make me happy, and I’m not allowed to have that. But if you insist and promise me it won’t hurt you, I’ll have it for a moment. Our moment.”

  “Our moment,” she said, putting out her hand with the pinky extended. “I promise.”

  He linked his pinky with hers and smiled. “I do too.”

  * * *

  The Present

  As she lay on the beach, trying to remember how to breathe properly, Diana couldn’t believe she’d let Felix kiss her whole body. Or that she’d boldly explored his as well in the way she’d been too shy to do when they were together before.

  When she was young and inexperienced and had no idea what horrors the world could hold.

  She was different now, she realized, in some bad ways and some good. But she knew that she had never felt as good as she did with Felix. That riding him had been like flying through stars. That from the moment he’d started to kiss her, she’d been lost to the feeling.

  Heated, pleasured, desperate, hungry as she’d kissed him and sucked him and rode him and claimed him.

  Claimed him?

  She scrambled off of him, her heart pounding even as her body felt the intense loss of the pleasurable way he filled her up.

  She grasped for the spare blanket, wrapping it around her as Felix grabbed a towel to clean up.

  His hair was mussed and his gorgeous face was still glowing from exertion, and she was still shocked that she could have so much beauty for her own.

  Except…

  His purple eyes were tentative as he watched her while he gathered up his clothes, slowly putting them on.

  A part of her wanted to stop him, to tell him to stay naked so they could be together.

  But another part of her was afraid.

  She was a wyvern. They couldn’t be mated. Could they? And besides, she was still part of a compound full of creatures who hated him, and she didn’t know what they would do if they found out.