Free A Fae in Fort Worth by Amy Armstrong

killed them both.”
    I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to ease his pain so I began with what I thought was the most obvious. “It wasn’t your fault, Mitch. You didn’t force Jenna to go…”
    “Don’t you get it?” Mitch let go of me and sat on the edge of the bed. He ran a hand through his hair then got up and began to pace the room. “I put us at risk. I’d been too arrogant. She didn’t tell me about the baby because she knew I’d have never let her hunt with me. She was afraid I’d go out alone and she was right.”
    “She wanted to protect you,” I reasoned. “She cared about you.”
    “And it got her killed!”
    I got up from the bed and crossed the room until I was standing in front of Mitch. His face was contorted with a heartbreaking combination of anger and despair. His entire body was shaking.
    “It wasn’t your fault,” I repeated. “You can’t blame yourself. The nature of our job, it’s…”
    Mitch wasn’t listening. “Then last night when the vampires surrounded us, I was convinced the same thing was going to happen and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to prevent it. I fought, but they had me pinned, there was nothing I could do,” he said desperately, staring at me as if he was willing me to understand. My heart ached for him.
    “They made me watch while they taunted you—pushed you around. If it hadn’t been for the Fae…” Mitch took hold of my arms and shook me. “You would have died and I couldn’t have fucking stopped it.”
    “But I didn’t, Mitch, I’m fine, I…”
    “You would have died!” he repeated on a roar.
    Tears clogged the back of my throat. I didn’t think there was anything I could say that would have penetrated the fog of terror and sorrow which blanketed Mitch so I didn’t even try. Instead I leaned up, tilted my head and kissed him. A strangled sound escaped his throat right before he grabbed me tighter and pulled me into his body, kissing me back with a hungry, desperate need.
    I don’t know what I expected to achieve with the kiss. Maybe I’d meant to distract him from the terrible memories or maybe it had been to calm him. He sure was distracted, but he was far from calm. Before I could think about what was happening, Mitch had turned us, walked me backwards a few steps and slammed me against the door—all without removing his mouth from mine. Mitch answered my gasp with a low growl and as he plundered my mouth with his tongue, he grabbed at every inch of me he could reach.
    When his hands stilled on my waist, he removed his mouth from mine, but only long enough so that he could lift up my T-shirt. He did so with such speed and force that I had no choice but raise my arms for him to pull it over my head. I didn’t see where he threw it because his mouth was back on mine, distracting me with another passionate and unbelievably hot kiss.
    Without thinking, I ran my hands down his back until my thumbs hooked into the top of the towel then I ripped it from his body. Things got pretty uncontrollable after that. Mitch grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me clean off the floor. I yelped and threw my arms around his neck to support my weight and wrapped my legs around his waist. His hard cock was pressed against me and it felt amazing. It would feel even better inside me. Before I could think more about that possibility, we were moving again. Mitch carried me to the bed then threw me down on it, coming down heavily on top of me. He skirted his hands up my thighs while kissing his way down my neck until his mouth covered my nipple and he sucked on it, right over the material of my pink lacy bra. I arched my back, unsure if I was trying to get away from the stimulating sensation or needed more of it. Mitch didn’t stop there. He slithered down my body, lifted the hem of my mini skirt and mouthed my clit, again, right over the matching material. Then he licked his way down before pushing his tongue inside me as far as my