She just needed to come home.
Forever seemed to pass before he spotted her through the window. He fought the instinct to rush outside, run to her, and hold her but he kept calm, as much as he could. No one had tried to take Ellie since she didn’t look afraid. Justice and the team members appeared completely at ease. He jerked open the front door.
Fury stepped outside and strode toward Ellie, his relief evident on his face.
“We are being watched,” Justice warned softly. “Ellie, walk into the house as though you don’t give a damn. Fury, don’t look so happy to see her. She just lied to a roomful of people. Don’t make her effort meaningless by kissing her in full view of anyone within sight. Let’s talk for a minute so it seems you rushed out the door to interact with me.”
Ellie kept walking. She wanted to touch Fury when they passed but she managed not to, refused to even glance his way until she entered the house. She closed the door, kicked off her shoes, and paced the room. A minute later Fury walked into the room and locked the door behind him. Their gazes met for a split second before she lunged at him. Strong arms caught her up and hugged her tightly.
Ellie’s feet didn’t touch the floor when she found her face buried against Fury’s neck. He clutched her so tightly it nearly hurt. “I can’t breathe,” she gasped.
Fury’s hold on her eased. “You’re back.”
“I’m back.”
Fury swung her into his arms and strode through the house, carrying her into the bedroom to set her on the edge of the bed. He reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. Ellie smiled at him.
“When you came home last night you thought I’d be too tender to do anything but let you hold me while we slept. This morning when we woke you refused to shower with me because you said I needed a few days more to adjust to you. Why are you undressing?”
Fury kicked off his shoes and shoved his pants down. His dark, sexy gaze fixed on hers. “That was before they took you from me. I have to have you now.”
Ellie stood and started to undress. A naked Fury waited and watched her silently until she finished removing her clothes. She took a step closer to him.
Ellie gasped when Fury lunged, grabbed her and spun her around. She found herself bent over the bed on her knees before she could catch her breath. His body curved over hers, pinning her under him.
“Fury?”
He growled then buried his nose against her neck. He inhaled deeply and softly groaned.
“You’re just going to mount me?” It startled her. “No foreplay? Nothing?”
“You’re mine.”
A little fear eased into Ellie. “You’re scaring me. My body isn’t ready for you.”
“I don’t mean to.” He nibbled her earlobe. “I just want you. I paced the entire time you were gone, imagining the worst. I just want inside you. I want you screaming my name and your scent filling my head. I need to feel your wet heat, to bury myself in you deep and hold you there for as long as I can keep us connected.”
“Forget foreplay,” Ellie said in a shaky voice, turned on by his words.
His hands gripped Ellie’s hips but moved on to slide up her ribs until he cupped her breasts and used his hold to tug her more firmly against his chest. His mouth opened on her shoulder to allow his tongue to trace the skin there. His firm hands squeezed her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they responded by hardening.
Ellie reached down between their bodies until her palms rested on his thighs. She hesitated for only seconds before she moved them and cupped his firm buttocks. She pulled him tighter against her body and frantically wiggled her ass against his stiff cock.
Ellie released his ass and squirmed her hand between their bodies until her fingers curled around the hot, hard flesh of his thick shaft.
Fury moved against her fingers, allowing her to stroke him. Ellie shifted her hips and lowered her chest to the mattress. She positioned him until the head of his cock was just where she wanted and then he pushed forward. She was wet and ready for him as he slowly started to press into her pussy. A loud moan from her welcomed him. He filled the aching need she suffered. Her body stretched to accommodate his broad erection. It felt wonderful. She moaned, moving her hips to push back against him.
Fury withdrew a little and then his hands released her breasts to slide across her skin to her hips. Firm hands curved around her there, got a good grip, and he thrust into her more quickly, deeper. Ellie moaned louder at the wondrous pleasure of his pounding cock.
“You’re so tight and hot. So wet for me,” he growled. “I don’t want to hurt you though.”
“You can’t,” she panted. “God. It feels like there’s only you. When you move inside me it’s all that exists.”
Fury withdrew and then thrust into her hard and fast. Ellie whimpered. Fury froze, his hips locking into place, his cock buried deep inside Ellie.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
“I hurt you.”
“No. God no. You feel so good. Don’t stop, Fury.”
He growled and nibbled on her neck. His tongue worked the sensitive flesh on the side of her neck, teeth scraped skin, making her aware of them, and it notched up her passion. Ellie tried to push back against him but Fury held her hips firmly in place, holding her still.
He started to move again, driving in and out of her slick channel faster and faster. Ellie’s body tensed in anticipation of her pending climax and her fingers clawed the edge of the bed. Fury’s teeth sank into her shoulder, gripped her firmly, but he didn’t break the skin. She didn’t give a damn if he did at that point. Only the driving pleasure building inside her existed as he growled and hammered her firmly, rubbing against nerve endings that were aching for release.
Fury shifted and drove into her over and over at a new angle, hitting the spot that drove her into a mindless splash of gripping ecstasy. Her body seized around Fury. She shook as she climaxed. Fury’s body nearly crushed her against the bed as he released her shoulder from the grip of his teeth. He threw his head back and a loud sound tore from his lips as he started to swell inside her.
Ellie threw her head back against his shoulder when more waves of pleasure hit her. She screamed out Fury’s name again.
They were both breathless and lying across the bed with Ellie pinned under him when calm settled over them from the aftermath of sex.
I love Fury. I never knew something this strong could exist between two people. I never want to leave him and never want to be without him. That was why she had walked away from my previous life. She was certain, once and for all, that she’d done the right thing.
Fury recovered faster than Ellie. He lifted some of his weight off her back and chuckled. “I really missed you.”
She opened her eyes and craned her neck to stare at him over her shoulder. “I’ve only been gone for an hour.”
“It was a long one.”
Ellie laughed. “Remind me to leave the house more if this is what I get to come home to.”
He chuckled. “Forget it. I think I should just tie you to my bed and keep you here. I don’t need you to leave to want to be right where I am.”
Their bodies were relaxed and seemed to have melted together. To Ellie, it was a heavenly feeling. Fury touched her, his hands caressing her where he could reach. Ellie made soft little sounds of pleasure. His palms felt amazing on her skin. Fury gently eased his cock out of her after the pressure from the swelling created by his release eased.
“How flexible are you?”
Ellie shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Fury stood. Ellie shifted around to get to her feet but Fury suddenly bent to scoop her into his arms. He smiled as he rounded the bed to gently lay her head on his pillow at the top of the bed and adjusted her comfortably until she was stretched out on her back.
“You’re going to break something if you keep carrying me around,” Ellie teased. “I could have just crawled up here if you’d just told me this is where you wanted me.”
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“You aren’t heavy enough to hurt me. I’m a hell of a lot stronger than you. I could carry you around for hours and not break a sweat.”
He gripped her calf and lifted her leg upward. Ellie watched silently as Fury climbed onto the bed with her, pushed her leg to bend it, and settled his hips into the cradle of her thighs. Ellie reached up to touch his chest, letting her fingertips explore every ridge of muscle there, finding a lot of them on his very fit body. Her gaze roamed his shoulders, enjoying looking at him. He was beautiful. Her fingertips brushed his nipples and he inhaled sharply as they instantly responded and beaded. Ellie sat up until her mouth closed over one of his taut nubs.
Her tongue traced a circle around the hardened bud and his body tensed above hers. Fury groaned. Ellie smiled around his skin and then sucked his nipple into her mouth. Her teeth lightly nipped the tip. Fury’s body jerked and he growled. His cock instantly responded against the cradle of her lap, growing hard against her, trapped between their bodies. She hadn’t expected him to recover from sex so soon. Most men needed time to recuperate. Fury, she thought, isn’t anything like most men. I love that about him too.
Ellie released his nipple and let her hands surf over his ribs to his back. Her nails raked his skin lightly from his shoulder blades down his spine. Fury arched against her chest, reminding her of a really big kitten. She smiled and licked the skin between his nipples. She wished she had honey. She would love to drip it onto his skin and lick it off. Her fingernails traced up and down his back from his shoulders to the curve of his sculptured ass again, loving the way he arched and quivered.
“You are sweating.”
Fury smiled. “I said you weren’t heavy enough to make me break a sweat but you are definitely hot enough to make me sweat with need.”
She laughed. “I see.”
Fury’s mouth lowered and Ellie lifted hers to meet his. Ellie loved the way he kissed her. There was nothing tentative about him. He dominated her mouth, his full lips strong and sure. His tongue teased, exploring her mouth with licks and thrusts, a silent promise of what his body would do to her. She was barely aware of his sharp teeth when the side of her tongue rasped against them. She moaned into his mouth, arching her body against his, wanting him. Her body burned for him to make love to her again.
Fury’s hand slid around her thigh. He gripped her behind the knee and shoved her leg higher to wrap around his waist while he came down on top of her, pressing her flat onto the mattress. Ellie tried to break from the kiss but Fury’s other hand cupped her cheek and under her chin to hold her still. He kept kissing her, refusing to stop, and groaned into her mouth as he shifted his hips. His cock stretched her vaginal walls as he slid into her slowly, fully, to bury his sex deep inside hers. Ellie moaned against his tongue.
Fury finally broke the kiss. He opened his eyes and Ellie stared into them. “Don’t look away from me, sweetness. Your eyes are the most amazing thing to me and watching how you respond when I touch you is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Ellie wanted to cry at hearing such wonderful, touching words. No man had ever spoken such remarkable things to her as he did. He really meant it. She believed that with her whole heart.
“That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
Their gazes held while Fury stared to move inside her. She clutched his shoulders, clung to him as he thrust inside her body slowly, deeply, creating ecstasy with every movement. She had the urge to throw her head back and her eyes nearly closed from the pleasure. Fury’s hand cupping her face tensed, holding her in place.
“Keep looking at me,” he ordered. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
Ellie stopped thinking, only able to feel and do as he commanded. It became near torture as Fury slowly thrust in and out of her. The feeling intensifying but she wanted him to move faster. Her eyes nearly closed again but Fury growled as his hips plowed into hers hard.
“Look at me.”
“Faster,” she begged. “I can’t take this. It feels too good. I ache. I need…”
Fury thrust into her faster, kept eye contact with her the entire time, and Ellie clutched him tighter as he pounded into her. She tensed, feeling something akin to pain slide through her abdomen before rapture exploded when the climax struck. She never looked away from his gorgeous eyes.
She watched his eyes narrow and then his face twisted into savage satisfaction. The brown of his eyes seemed to turn black as his mouth opened to growl her name. She could feel his cock swell inside her as heated semen poured into her from his release. Fury smiled.
“Tell me that didn’t feel better.”
She realized her fingernails had dug into his shoulders. Horrified, she released him. There were indents where her nails had been and blood welled inside the tiny marks the second her fingernails were gone.
“I’m so sorry!”
Fury laughed. He twisted his head to glance at the damage to one shoulder. His gaze met hers. “I’m glad.”
“You like scratch marks?”
“Wait until you see the back of your shoulder. I don’t feel so guilty now.”
She tried to look at her shoulders but Fury collapsed on top of her. He didn’t crush her but he definitely pinned her down. He kissed her quickly and then he lifted his head to grin down at her.
“I bit you, Ellie.” He winked. “I kind of broke the skin a little. Ready for a shower?”
He actually bit into me? Ellie knew she probably should be upset, maybe horrified, but she didn’t feel that way at all. It hadn’t hurt when he’d gripped her with his teeth, thinking at the time that’s all he’d done, so she had no complaints if he’d drawn blood. She smiled instead. No harm, no foul, she decided. It can’t be worse than my nail marks. “Yes. And I’m hungry too. We missed lunch.”
Chapter Fourteen
Ellie studied Director Tom Quish with suspicion. The blue-eyed man had a handsome face for someone his age. She guessed him to be in his mid-sixties and in remarkably good shape. She could see that clearly since he wore a tank top and a pair of sweatpants. He’d been jogging before he stopped at Fury’s house. It had come as a surprise to find him on the doorstep when the bell had rung. She recognized him from the conference room, could never forget the man who fired Director Boris. It had been a satisfying thing to see.
“May I come in?”
Ellie stepped out of the house and onto the porch next to him. She spotted two New Species officers across the street, knew Fury had them watching the house, but as she met their gazes, she didn’t see alarm. They obviously didn’t believe the new director was a threat to her safety. They’d have stopped him from reaching the front door otherwise. She relaxed a little.
“It’s not really my house, as you know, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable inviting you inside.” She took a deep breath. “May I help you?”
“I hope so. I’m here to offer your job back at the women’s dorm. The women highly respect and like you, Ms. Brower. They decided to replace the current house mother and your name came up.”
Ellie tried to hide the dismay his statement caused. The man’s eyes were cold and blue, reminding her of chunks of ice. He had laugh lines around his mouth though, which deflected his chilly, disconcerting look. He seemed nice enough and she believed his motives were honest, but didn’t know how to respond. If she took the job she’d have to move out of Fury’s home and didn’t want to do that.
“Can I think about it?” Stall, she ordered herself. “It was quite traumatic for me when I was fired. It left me homeless and jobless at the same time.”
He swept his gaze up and down her. His eyes were intelligent, maybe too much so. “Of course you may think about it. The job is yours if you want it. I would just request that you decide soon. We need a new house mother inside the dorm as soon as possible. As you know, we have more women arriving within the next few weeks.”
“I didn’t know that,” Ellie admitted. “I thought they were only going to send i
n a few dozen women at first to make sure it would be a good environment.”
“They’ve decided it is.” He smiled. “You helped them make that decision. Every woman at the dorm highly endorsed you as a positive role model. I heard your cooking classes were a favorite.”
Ellie smiled back. “I tried to make it fun.”
“And you succeeded. They are very fond of you.”
“I do miss them,” she admitted. “I am fond of them too.”
“I heard they needed help learning how to do almost everything.”
Ellie shrugged. “They were locked inside sterile cells inside the testing facilities. Learning how to dust, make coffee, and cook pancakes wasn’t exactly something they had the opportunity to learn where they were raised. I remembered how daunting a washing machine could be when I became a teen and my mom told me I had to wash my own clothes. When you are raised with all of that stuff, you learn it a little at a time. They’ve had all this technology shoved at them suddenly. It’s all the things we took for granted. Imagine facing an answering machine when you didn’t even know what a telephone was a year before.”
Interest sparked in his gaze. “Did they talk to you about their lives before they were freed?”
Ellie studied the man warily. She refused to share private details she’d been given in friendship. “Some. Why?”
His expression softened. “I’ve read the reports and talked to a lot of them. It’s horrible what they had to deal with all their lives. I swore to Justice North that I’d do my damnedest to make sure the rest of their lives were nothing similar to the past. It’s very important to me that the New Species be happy and safe. I want what is best for them and I think that’s you, for their women.”
It touched her. Ellie would have taken the job back in a heartbeat if it weren’t for having to leave Fury. She caught a glint of satisfaction flash inside Tom Quish’s eyes and opened her mouth.
“You’re really good at manipulation. You know that, right?”
A grin curved his lips. “It’s my job. How else do you think I’ve been able to get all the funding for Homeland so quickly and talk the military into giving it up? The reason it’s nearly completely built and we could move into it so fast is because it had been slated for a new Army base. Charm and good friends in high places have their advantages. Will you take the job, Ms. Brower?”