She reached out and touched his teeth. Yep, just as she thought, his canines had changed as well. At least she wasn't in it alone. Unable to stop herself she lunged forward and bit down hard on his neck. He hissed but didn't pull away. If anything his groin, which was pushed up against her stomach grew harder. Her mouth felt locked against his neck. His skin, both sweet and salty was the greatest taste she'd ever experienced. If life was fair she'd never have to let go.
Finally, when some of the urgency had passed she released him. He moved backwards, his hand coming to the mark she had made. Moments later, she saw small drops of blood on his palm. Her eyes felt huge. How could she have bled him? It seemed so un-her. But Theo's eyes glistened with pleasure. He pushed her backwards against the bed looming over her.
"My little wolf, are you sure you aren't Alpha? Should we be worried you're going to challenge Tristan for the pack?"
"Will you hide it?" Her wolf paced restlessly inside. It would deeply wound the shifter part of her if he covered it up.
He shook his head. "Never."
"Good. Then I'll just keep biting it over and over again so it never heals."
He pushed all of his weight on top of her so he pinned her on the bed. "Promise?"
Theo tore at her pants, literally ripping them from her body. "Darling, I have to believe that there were better ways to do that."
"Probably, but not as much fun, that's for sure."
Reaching between them, she pulled the zipper down and tugged at the waist of his pants. He helped her pull them off before he slipped her panties down her legs. Taking her cue from him, she pulled off his boxer shorts and ran her hands down his legs reveling in the feel of his thick, dark hair. Everywhere she touched little goose bumps appeared covered his skin.
"Will it always be like this? Or is it just that it is so new?"
"I've never been mated before," Theo's voice sounded husky and deeper than usual. "But I can say with absolute certainty that I cannot imagine a time when you will walk in a room and I'm not totally smitten with you."
She ran a hand down his cheek. "Theo, you say the most romantic things." And the truth was she hadn't known he had that quality about him, which meant he hadn't known it about himself.
"If I say them Faith, it's only because you inspire me."
Inside her chest, her heart beat a frantic rhythm, she thought it might explode. Tears sprung to her eyes. As a child when she'd been alone and afraid in the dark convinced she'd made up stories of wolves and princes, children's fairy tales; she never could have imagined that someday she'd be living in a moment like this one.
"You're so beautiful."
She shook her head. "I'm not."
"You just can't see yourself as I see you, as everyone else sees you. The first time I ever laid eyes on you, I was struck with the color of your hair and the texture of your skin. I've only ever seen these things in artwork. I didn't think they existed in real life."
"The first time you saw me I was saving your ass from drowning in the lake. I doubt you were thinking about my hair."
"Black and gold, that's the color you are as a wolf and that's the colors in your hair, too."
Theo kissed her and before she knew it, she was caught up in a frenzy of sensation and love the likes of which she couldn't have predicted. Their first time together had been a swirl of mating instincts and need. This time it was just about the two of them loving each other and Faith couldn't be more ecstatic. She sighed, rubbing her hands up and down his back in a casual, yet hurried manner. Part of her was desperate to join with him while the other half needed their loving and foreplay to continue as long as it could.
"Tell me what you want, my love." The words spread through her already heated core like molten lava, filling her up and threatening to explode inside of her.
"I love you too, Theo." A tear slipped from her left eye and she blinked away the others not wanting to cry unable to stop herself because of the intensity of her feelings for him.
Slowly, he spread her legs and lowered himself inside of her. She could feel her body stretch to accommodate him and as she had been the first time was amazed by how perfectly they fit together. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to experience the moment more intensely. He reached out and she felt him brush some stray hair from her eyes.
"Faith, look at me."
She did as he asked and stared into the brown depths of a man she knew she'd live a lifetime with, share his soul, and never know completely. But she could be sure of one thing: he loved her and he was entirely hers. Together they moved in a rhythm that was their own each whispering promises of love and eternity. It wasn't long until Faith's climax claimed her and as she thought she might die from the sheer pleasure of it, Theo followed her into the abyss.
With her love still inside of her, Faith closed her eyes and drifted away on a breeze of happiness and contentment.
When she woke up, she found herself floating on the ceiling. She shrieked and flung her arms around trying to get balance. What the hell was going on? She reached for her wolf and found her absent which meant only one thing: this was a demon problem again.
Below her, Theo slept soundly on his stomach. His face turned to the right, his breathing even, and she couldn't help but notice the top part of his very cute buttocks exposed from the sheet. Dear heaven, would she never get over her urge to check him out? She had bigger problems to handle here. Reaching her hand backwards, she felt the cool, slimy skin of a fire demon pushing out of her back. Yep, it was official--she had wings and she floated over the bed. Hell. Looking down at the front of her body was a slight relief. She still looked like herself, which meant that all that had happened was that she had gained the wings of a demon and not the look of the creature altogether.
She cleared her throat. "Theo."
He grunted and rubbed his nose. Of all times for him to become a deep sleeper, this was not one of them.
Faith tried flapping her wings to see if she could move and banged her head on the ceiling. For a moment, she literally saw stars. Rubbing her head, she tried again. If this was going to be a permanent change--and she certainly hoped it was not because she missed her wolf terribly--then she needed to figure out a way to handle this new part of her body and evidently her mate was not going to be any use in this manner as he snored on the bed.
She wanted to move straight not up and down, so she concentrated and visualized herself moving across the room and found this time it was easy to do. Like a hummingbird, if she flapped hard enough she could move up, down, left, right, and straight at will. But anytime she lost her concentration, boom, she whacked herself on the head. The last attempt had put her dangerously close to colliding with the light fixture and she knew that would be more of a problem than just hitting the ceiling.
There was just no choice; Theo was going to have to get up. "Damn it, Theo, wake up." She didn't like her own tone, it was getting pretty close to childish, but she had no connection to her wolf and she was stuck on the ceiling. If ever there was a time for regression it was that moment.
Her mate jumped and nearly fell off the bed. "Faith?" He called out, leaping from the mattress. He looked right and left seeking her, and as she watched from her position above, his eyes went wolf. Theo couldn't find her and she could tell he was about to go wolf in his worry.
"Up here, hot stuff."
His eyes jerked towards the sky and he gasped. "Holy shit, Faith."
She raised an eyebrow. "Language, mister suave."
He climbed on the bed, standing on the mattress as he continued to stare at her. "Sorry." Swallowing, he gathered himself. "I'm talking to you telepathically, can you not hear me?"