Shadow's Light by Nicola Claire Page A

out as I came and Michel had been forced to scour my mind afterwards to find out what had happened. This was Avery's talent. And he was in my mind again.
    I pushed hard against his chest and attempted to head butt him at the same time. He simply avoided my forehead and tightened his grip. Then he pushed me down to the floor and flipped me over onto my stomach. Crushing my body with his into the floor boards.
    “Are you fighting me, Ms. Monk?” He ground his erection between my thighs, smoothly gliding over my wet folds, but not penetrating. “Or are you going to fight me?” he growled and started rolling his hips back and forward, increasing the friction between my thighs. Making heat wash up and over my body and my back arch to give him better access.
    “You can do better than this,” he gritted between closed teeth. And when I bucked beneath him, he demanded, “God dammit! Use your bloody Light you stupid wench!”
    And just like that, I had my Light wrapped around me and Avery out of my head.
    “Fucking hell!” he shouted at me from across the room. He had been nowhere near me. He looked a little green around the gills too. He'd even messed up his hair, something I hadn't seen before. And he was fully dressed, not naked as he had appeared in my mind, in such clear, believable, imagery.
    Not that I looked much better. I was panting and aching and had, by the looks of it, been writhing around on the couch. My knickers were soaked, my breasts heavy with need. And a fine shake had started in my fingers. A tremor that matched my rapidly beating heart. And then the nausea hit. Avery? I had got excited over Avery? What the fuck?
    “Do you wish to parent a fey bastard?” he asked, a slight rasp to his voice. “You didn't even try!”
    I started shaking all over, my whole body beginning to tremble. My breath starting to come in little hiccups. A tear started to track down my cheek and I tried to suck a deep breath in to compose myself.
    Avery watched me from the other side of the room. A cold, assessing look to his eyes.
    In a more controlled voice he said, “They will not always give you time to realise it is an attack. And it may not always be an abduction that they seek to carry out. Not all of them will be willing to hand you over unharmed to the Ljósálfar Prince. You will suddenly find yourself on a beach in Hawaii, alternately sucking back piña coladas and their cocks. And you will be enjoying it. You will think it the best fuck of your whole god-damn life and you will want more. You will beg them for it. All the while they will be taking you. Not in your mind, but here and now in reality, while your head is somewhere else entirely.” He took a deep breath in and held it. Then said through gritted teeth as he exhaled,  “So, tell me this, what the fuck are you going to do about it?”
    I had started to come down from that painful high. The need and want had morphed into an anger and repulsion at what I thought I had done. Or not been able to do. Get him out of my head. I couldn't stop the shakes and Avery was looking at me with such anger, but also such coldness in his eyes I could hardly breathe. I just wanted it all to go away. For it to be back how it was. Safe with Michel. Not running for my life. Not hiding from fairies and the Iunctio and some crazy arse Russian Mafioso vamp. Not battling a Dark vampire who could manipulate my mind. I just wanted it to all end.
    Before I even knew what I was doing - my arms wrapped around my stomach as I rocked back and forth - I let a scream out at the top of my lungs. And along with that cry of anguish and heartache I sent out a blast of my Light at Avery. Fuck him. Fuck him to Hell and back.
    He flew backwards through the air and landed in a heap against the bed, a shout escaping his lips as he crashed to the floor. His body writhed and bucked and then he rolled over and started rocking against the floor as an orgasm ripped through his body and rendered him totally