To hell with this, he couldn’t take it anymore.
Phoebe looked up in surprise as Urian shifted his body. What was he doing?
With a devilish grin, he stretched out beside her and positioned his hips even with her head. She was completely baffled by what he was doing and what he intended.
His blue eyes turned warm and wicked. “Don’t stop, love.” Before she could respond, he nudged her thighs apart and buried his lips against her.
With a cry of supreme pleasure, she closed her eyes as he slid his tongue deep inside her. Dear God in heaven! It was incredulous. Never had she experienced anything like this! Forget the crap her sister read and kept shoving in her face! Nia was an idiot! Cassandra an even bigger one! They didn’t know anything about men! And she’d never listen to them again.
Her head spinning from it, she opened her legs wider. He took her invitation. Wanting to return the favor for him, she dipped her head and went back to what she’d been doing because if this felt half as good to him …
Yeah, she wanted to keep him happy and make sure he never belonged to any woman but her again.
Urian’s head spun as he again felt her mouth and tongue close around him. He cupped her hips to him as he ran his tongue over her and felt her quiver in his arms. His little angel was incredible. And to think he’d actually considered killing her.
You were an idiot!
Yeah, he was. But then he’d never had a lot of brains to begin with. For so long now, he’d been running on empty. Just doing whatever his father told him. A mindless tool that killed on command.
He’d become the very thing Sheba had wanted him to be.
An attack dog.
Urian Deathbringer. Thánatago.
But with Phoebe Peters, he was something more. Something better.
For the first time since Xyn’s death, he felt alive again. He found a reason to breathe. To get up in the evening and to let himself feel real emotions.
He wasn’t sure if he should be grateful or curse her for it.
Phoebe couldn’t believe what was happening to her. Where she found the courage to do these things with a cold-blooded Daimon, she didn’t know. She’d been told her entire life to run from creatures like Urian. That they would kill her and her family.
Yet she’d never felt safer.
More wanted or beautiful.
The heat of his mouth seared her as he teased and suckled. And even more incredible was the feel of his fingers plunging inside her. In and out and around. Her body quivered and jerked as her head reeled from the sensations.
She closed her eyes. It was too much for her. And just as she was sure she would die from it, her body exploded with more pleasure than she would have thought anyone could ever feel.
Throwing her head back, she screamed out in release as the entire world spun around. Never, never had she experienced such a thing.
And still his tongue tormented her and made it even more intense and incredible. “Oh God, Urian!” she gasped.
He let out an evil laugh as he kissed her thigh. “Don’t think for one minute that I’m done with you, agapi mou.”
“Agah who?”
He laughed. “Uh-gah-pay moo. My love.”
Closing her eyes, she savored every syllable. “I love your accent so much. You speak and I melt!”
He rose up between her legs and positioned his body over her. Phoebe reached up and buried her hands in his hair as he used his knees to spread her legs wider.
Cupping her face with his hand, Urian kissed her tenderly, then gently plunged himself deep inside.
Phoebe froze as pain overrode her pleasure. “Uri?”
“Shh, agapi mou,” he whispered against her lips. “Give it a second.”
He leaned back ever so slightly and reached his hand down between their bodies so that he could stroke her and help her focus on something else.
Phoebe bit her lip as she quickly forgot the pain while he gently toyed with her body, building her pleasure again.
Instinctively, she rubbed herself against him, impaling herself even more deeply than before.
Urian sighed in pleasure as she began moving against him. “That’s it,” he breathed, closing his eyes to savor the warm, tight heat of her body around his.
His breathing ragged, he let her take control of the moment as she milked his body with hers.
Opening his eyes, he watched the wonder play out on her face. Yeah, she liked being in charge. Probably because she’d had so little control over anything else in her life. Her parents never let her have any decision. About anything. Even her foods were tasted before they trusted her to eat them.
She’d lived her entire life in a vacuum, and under scrutiny.
So he let her have this one. Smiling, Urian rolled over without withdrawing from her.
In awe of this new vantage point, Phoebe groaned as she found herself on top of him. She wiggled her hips at the strange sensation of his body inside hers and between her legs.
His eyes dark and gentle, he reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. Smiling even wider, she covered his hands with her own, then lifted her body up, drawing herself down his cock.
And then his hand returned to cup her between her legs as she rode him hard and fast.
And this time when she came, he joined her with a deep guttural growl that left her a little scared for a second. But after a second, she realized that he wasn’t going to harm her and she relaxed again.
Sated and exhausted, Phoebe stretched out on his chest and simply enjoyed the feel of his arms around her as his breath stirred her hair.
Urian leaned his head back, shaken by what had occurred between them. Her passion humbled him. But worse, he was far from sated. If anything, he wanted her more than he ever had before. Because now that he’d tasted the Katateros that was Phoebe, he knew she truly had no equal.
And that scared the Kalosis out of him.
Phoebe lifted her head up to look down at him. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her brows drawn together into a deep V.
Shaking his head, he ran his hands over her back. It wasn’t really a lie.
In truth, things had never been more right.
And likewise, they had never, ever been more wrong. Because in the back of his mind, he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that if his father ever learned about this, he would kill them both.
August 8, 1990
They were going to kill Phoebe. Urian was frantic to get to her and warn her. He’d been trying to call her, but some asshole was on the phone and wouldn’t get off the line. He’d tried to have the operator break through it and whoever it was had rudely refused.
“It’s not an emergency. Tell my sister’s boyfriend he can wait.”
When he got his hands on Cassandra, he was going to beat the hell out of her.
And since he was trapped until nightfall, there was nothing he could do. He didn’t dare go to Apollymi or try to use her mirror for fear of her telling his father, either.
Damn it. This had been the longest day of his life. By the time the sun set and he could leave, he felt as if he’d been flayed alive.
He headed straight to her apartment. Normally, he’d never approach her door. He called from a pay phone with a predesigned ring code and she’d come out to meet him.
But he was too scared to wait.
As he ran down her street, a car passed him and someone inside it waved at him.
Too late, he realized it was Phoebe.
Panting and terrified, he stopped dead in his tracks. Phoebe! he projected with his thoughts. Stop the car! Get ou—The car exploded in a bright burst of light, raining shrapnel through the neighborhood and knocking him from his feet.
Temporarily blinded, and with his ears ringing, Urian lay on the sidewalk stunned.
No … No! That didn’t just happen. It couldn’t have.
His heart pounded so fast and furiously that he couldn’t breathe. Pain and grief racked him. They left him paralyzed and shredded.
Until he heard the tiniest whimpering sound.
Phoebe?
He wiped at his tears and teleported to the wreckage, not giving a fuck who saw him. His stomach heaved at the sight of the mangled bodies. Please don’t be my Phoebe …