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“Mercury.” Her head tilted back as she cried out his name. “Oh God. Mercury!”
She tried to keep moving as she came, tried to plunge him into his own release, but it was tearing her apart. She was shaking, shuddering, feeling it exploding inside her, and he gave it to her then. Took her. His hands tightened on her hips as his moved beneath her, thrusting hard and deep, impaling her with the thick intrusion of his flesh, until his hoarse shout, then a primal, smothered roar, tore from his throat and his release joined hers.
That didn’t mean it was over. She collapsed to his chest, barely aware of her nails digging into his forearms as she felt the barb extend, felt it throw her higher, deeper, into a release that stripped her bare and left her begging him. Begging him for mercy, because the pleasure was tearing her apart and remaking her, and she didn’t know how to live with being remade.
It was a long time later before she could lift her head, before she could drag her sated body from his and roll to the side of the mattress.
Sitting up, she pushed her hair from her face, her gaze on the floor, and she froze.
Those weren’t her sturdy winter boots, in shreds? That wasn’t her gray wool skirt? Her panty hose? Her shoes?
Oh God.
She turned and stared at the closet. The door was open, the light was on, and she felt herself pale. She felt Mercury tense as he lay still beside her, his gaze on her, watching her carefully.
She couldn’t look at h
im. All she could see was her clothes. Shredded. As though someone had taken shears to them. Her sturdy shoes and boots, plain socks and panty hose. The only thing she didn’t see was the delicate silk-and-lace underwear sets she had brought with her. There were no push-up bras torn to shreds. No stockings. Like the ones she still wore and hadn’t even realized.
Shock slowly bled to fury. She stared at the mess, the deliberate calculation in each carelessly dropped shred of fabric, and she turned back to him slowly.
He was watching her with those icy blue eyes that still seemed wicked, burning with greedy flames. His expression was controlled. His look arrogant. Confident.
“What the bloody fucking hell have you done here?”
He grinned. “Have I mentioned how much I love it when that very proper, very precise accent of yours shows up? It means there’s a party on the way. Be careful, Ria, it’s not just coffee that makes you hotter. But also anger.”
She stared at him, incredulous. The arrogance, primal self-confidence and complete calm in his expression enraged her.
“You destroyed my clothes,” she clipped out.
His eyes narrowed. “Yes, I believe I might have done just that.”
“Why?” She could barely form the word, could barely form a thought.
He lifted up then and leaned toward her, nose to nose.
“I’m sick of fucking a stranger. Of sensing the woman I mated and never seeing her. Those,” he snarled, pointing to the clothes, “hide my mate and I will no longer allow it.”
She edged back and moved to her feet, staring at him, shaking, and it wasn’t from arousal. It was from complete, overriding disbelief and anger.
“You are insane,” she sneered back. “Your mate, my arse. Your mate is back at Sanctuary slinking around like a damned cat in heat. Waiting on you. Waiting on you while you fed me that fucking hormone and made certain I couldn’t leave you. What’s wrong, Mercury? Couldn’t you handle the fact that you didn’t have it the way you wanted it? Now you have to turn me into something you can bear to touch?”
He came out of the bed with a snarl heavy enough, primal enough that something inside her rebelled. Did he think she would back down in the face of his anger? That she would flinch?
Before he could take the first step she was in his face.
“I can have those clothes back, this fast.” She lifted her hand and snapped her fingers imperiously. “A Vanderale Breed will deliver them and a Vanderale Breed will follow any request I make of him. And you can take these shreds,” she sneered, “and shove them.”
“You want a Vanderale Breed to die?” he drawled, his nose almost touching hers, anger a live thing in his eyes now, a living, breathing entity within her as well. “Let one deliver more of those mockeries of what you should wear and I’ll rip him apart and send him running and crying to the imperious Leo he follows. You’re my mate and I’ll be damned if you’ll hide from me any longer.”
“Alaiya is your mate,” she screamed in his face. “With what you did to me, you’ve mocked everything nature intended mating heat to be. What, Mercury, do you need a fucking harem instead of one woman?”
He smiled. A cold, quiet smile that penetrated her fury, that left her staring back at him warily as he straightened.
“We can go shopping this morning. I saved you an outfit.”
“Excuse me!” Her fists were clenched; violence was ripping her apart inside. “What did you just say to me?”
