Dante ground his teeth as she moved in sync with him. She was exquisitely demanding. And when she came again, he laughed until the sensation of her body gripping his sent him over the edge and he too climaxed.
He roared out loud as ecstasy tore through him with waves and waves of pleasure.
She collapsed under him an instant before she rolled over onto her back.
Expecting her to attack, Dante almost leaped from the bed. But she reached one tender arm up and wrapped it around his shoulders to hold him close to her.
The smile on her face warmed his heart. "Thank you," she breathed. "It's the first time in days that my body feels like it belongs to me again."
He inclined his head to her, then reached down to take her small hand into his so that he could plant a kiss on her knuckles. No wonder Katagaria males took Arcadian females. It was so nice to lie like this with her.
If she were Katagaria, he'd most likely be bleeding in the aftermath of their encounter. Instead, she toyed with his hair and stroked him.
At least until she groaned.
Dante smiled in anticipation. It was her cycle heating up again.
She purred as her hand tightened in his hair and she eagerly rubbed herself against him.
His body hardened again instantly.
He was as ready for her as she was for him. The animal in him could smell her need and it answered accordingly.
This was going to be a long afternoon and he was going to relish every part of it.
And every part of her…
Pandora lay quietly in bed while Dante showered in her bathroom. She should be horrified by how many hours they had spent in her bed. He had bent her in more positions than she would have thought possible.
And she had loved every one of them.
He was incredible… and extremely limber.
She was sated to a level that defied her imagination. Normally, a pantheress would need days for a male to satiate her.
But Dante had been so thorough, so exhausting, that she felt an incredible sense of peace.
Who would have thought it possible?
She heard the water turn off. A few seconds later, Dante returned to the bed with his hair damp and curling around his shoulders.
He was completely naked and unabashed about it. She stared in awe at that tawny body liberally dusted with short, black hairs.
"Feeling better?" she asked.
He gifted her with a smile that made her stomach flutter. "I would have felt better had you joined me for a bath."
She blushed at that. He'd made the offer and she had declined, though why she couldn't imagine. It wasn't like he hadn't caressed and studied every inch of her in the last few hours. But somehow the thought of showering with him had seemed too personal.
Too strange.
He lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms.
Pandora sighed contentedly. It was so nice to be held by him.
One minute he had a long, masculine arm draped over her waist, and in the next, it was the limb of a panther.
She bolted out of the bed with a shriek.
Dante flashed instantly back into human form. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Don't do the panther thing around me, okay? It really creeps me."
He frowned at her. "Why?"
"I… I just can't stand the sight of them."
He gave her a harsh, condemning stare that set her ire off. "You're one of us, baby. Get used to it."
She cringed at the thought. She was not in the same category as a Katagari female. They were crude and mean, and had no care whatsoever for anyone other than themselves.
"Oh, no I'm not," she said, growling the words at him. "I'm a human being, not an animal like you."
Dante narrowed his eyes at words that shouldn't hurt him and yet for some unfathomable reason did. He'd gone out of his way to be tender with her.
And what had it accomplished?
Not a damn thing except to have her disdain him over something he couldn't help any more than she could help being human.
There was nothing wrong with being a Katagari. He took a lot of pride in his heritage.
His kind was definitely superior to hers. At least they didn't lie, cheat, and steal for no reason.
Curling his lip, he climbed out of bed and flashed his clothes back on.
"Fine. Have a nice life."
Pandora jumped as he slammed out of her room.
"You too!" she called childishly, knowing he couldn't hear her.
What did she care anyway?
He was an animal. But as she headed for the bathroom, she missed the warm feeling she'd had when he held her. The sweet sound of her name on his lips as he carefully made love to her.
The way his tongue had stroked and soothed her.
Grinding her teeth, she forced the image away and went to shower. And as the water came on, she thought of Dante's brother who had yet to bring Acheron to her. He must have sent Dante to her instead.
How dare he!
She should have known better than to trust an animal. Why would one of them help her anyway?
Angry at both of them, and at herself for being so stupid as to trust them, Pandora regulated the water and started scrubbing with a vengeance.
Suddenly, the bathroom curtain was whisked open.
Pandora gasped as she spun about to find Dante standing there, blue eyes glaring at her.
"You never answered my question."
She sputtered at him. "Excuse me, I'm in the middle of a bath here."
"Yeah, I know, and I'll let you get back to it once you tell me why panthers bother you."
That was none of his business!
Tears burned in her eyes as her ordeal over the last two weeks overwhelmed her. Her unbalanced hormones didn't help matters any and neither did the fact that all she really wanted to do was go home.
Before she could stop herself, the truth came pouring out in wrenching sobs. "Because every time I see one of your people, you steal someone away from me whom I love and I hate all of you for it. Now your kind has taken me away from my home and my family so that I can either be a whore to the entire pack or a slave to one of you."
Dante felt an odd sensation in his chest as she started weeping. Not once in almost three hundred years had he felt such a sense of helplessness.
Such a desire to help someone.
"And what's worse," she said, her voice cracking, "I know I can't really go home because they'll just send me back here to the Katagaria pack that stole me. Panthers have taken everything from me. Even my virginity."
Dante turned the water off with his thoughts and pulled a towel off the rack before wrapping it around her.
"I don't know what I was thinking when I ran away," she sobbed. "Acheron won't help me. Why should he? And even if he wanted to, what could he really do? Dark-Hunters can't interfere in our business. I just wanted some hope. Something other than what is meant for me. I don't want to be a panther whore. I just want to have my own life where no one hurts or uses me. Is that so wrong?"
"No, Pandora," Dante said as he pulled her sodden body into his arms and held her tight. "It's not wrong."
He kissed the top of her head as he pulled another towel down to dry her hair.
Pandora hated herself for falling apart like this. She was normally calm and collected. But it was beyond her ability to cope now.
All she wanted was her life back. One day where she was again in charge of her body and her destiny.
One day of clarity.
What her people had done was wrong and she knew it. She hated all of them, Arcadian and Katagaria, for forcing this on her.
No woman should ever have her choice taken away from her.
She tried to stop crying as Dante rocked her gently in his arms. He was being much kinder than she deserved. Not even her own father would be so understanding of this breakdown. He'd never been the kind of man to tolerate emotional outbursts well and he'd trained all his daughters to suffer in silence.