Dragonfury 02 - Fury of Ice

happier with me.”
    Angela’s mouth dropped open.
    “B?” Rigid with fury, Rikar cracked his knuckles. The sound ricocheted, sending shivers down her spine. “I’m gonna mess him up a bit. You can still talk to a quadriplegic.”
    “I’m good with that,” Bastian said, tone soft yet somehow lethal.
    “Ah, Bastian?” Myst said. “I don’t think that’s—”
    “Time to go, bellmia .”
    The soft scrape of boots on concrete drifted from behind Angela. Movement flashed in her periphery, and Myst gasped. Wonderful. Bastian was on the move, scooping his mate up and headed toward the door. Next stop? Angela. She read his intention without any effort. He planned to grab her on the fly and haul both her and Myst out of the cellblock. Which…yup. Would leave Rikar to beat the snot out of Forge in private.
    One eye on Bastian, Angela kicked out of her footwear. She needed traction, and bare feet worked better on concrete than smooth-soled flip-flops. Timing it just right, Angela slid beneath Rikar’s arm, avoiding Bastian’s hand as he reached for her. A quick one-two sidestep and…
    Bam!
    She planted herself in front of Rikar. “Back off, man. It isn’t gonna happen.”
    Ice-blue eyes met hers. She held up her hands. Rikar growled, warning her without words. Angela stifled a shiver but stood her ground. No way could she allow him anywhere near Forge. She needed the guy. He’d provided valuable intel. Would no doubt give her more. So, yeah. Rearranging the prisoner’s face wasn’t on Rikar’s menu. Not today. Maybe not ever.
    “I’m touched, Ange,” Forge said, playing it up for his audience. “I didnae know you cared so—”
    “Shut up,” she said, snapping at him. “Stop being such a jackass.”
    “Move, angel.”
    “No.”
    A muscle jumped along Rikar’s jaw. He dodged right. She slapped her hands against his chest, keeping him in front of her.
    Electricity leapt, arcing from her palms. She sucked in a quick breath. Rikar cursed as the current grabbed hold, swirling up her arms to flow unrestricted to her heart. It paused midbeat as pleasure spun through her, making her skin tingle as sensation lit her up and heat settled woman-low.
    She gasped. Holy moly. Heat lightning. Orgasm in a bottle. Full-on pleasure. How fascinating. The big bang without the sex.
    “Fuck me,” Rikar groaned, retreating as she pushed him toward the back wall. “Angela…let go. You gotta…oh, God.”
    Let go? No chance in hell. He felt too good. She didn’t want to back away and…
    God, he smelled fantastic, like chilly winter mornings and fresh arctic air. Combine that with the current throbbing through her veins, and oh, man…she needed more.
    “Rikar? Can you…just…” Her breath caught as she closed the distance, brushing her body against his. Moving closer, she pressed her cheek to his chest. Right over his heart, and gasped, “Gimme more.”
    “Good Christ.” His back collided with the wall as he encircled her wrists. Pressing his thumbs to her pulse points, he drew her closer while simultaneously trying to push her away. “Baby, you’re…holy shit.”
    Forge laughed. “A wee bit peckish, arenae you, Frosty?”
    Ignoring the jerk in the cage, she said, “Please, Rikar.”
    “God, angel. Whatever you want.” Threading his hand through her hair, he cupped her nape while his other arm came around her. She moaned. He hummed and picked her up, pivoting into a 180-degree turn. Cold steel settled against her back as he whispered, “My beautiful angel, I know you’re not ready for me, but I’m so hungry, love. So fucking hungry.”
    Hungry .
    Panic swirled for a second. Fear followed suit, but Angela refused to listen. This was her chance. Maybe the only one she would get to experience the relief Forge had promised her firsthand. So, yeah. All her uncertainty could go hang itself. She wanted Rikar. Needed to touch him and be touched in return. To feel peace instead of the pain. To forget for just a little while and pretend she was the same as she’d always been. Untainted. Unchanged. Unashamed by what had happened to her.
    “Relax for me, love. Let me in.” Flicking at her hoodie, Rikar slipped his hand beneath the hem, seeking her skin. As his hand settled, fingers splayed wide on her lower back, he murmured to her. Sweet words filled with praise and reassurance: promises to be gentle, to go slowly, giving her ultimate control. His breath warm against her temple, he pressed his knee