Free Pan's Salvation by Shyla Colt Page A

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. Their teeth clashed as they devoured one another.
    “Make me forget. Fuck me until I can’t think of anything else and I’m exhausted. No more teasing, I want to feel you inside of me, stretching me and filling me up.” She ran her hand down his stomach and circled his base while she stroked him.
    He growled. “You sure you want that, little bird?”
    “I need that, Hartley. ”
    His given name on her lips melted the remaining bits of glacier around his heart.
    “I’m clean.”
    “So am I.”
    She moved her hand faster, twisting her wrist.
    His eyes rolled back in his head and he fucked her fist. His dick turned to stone. “Remember you asked for this,” he warned.
    Lark gazed up at him and grinned.
    I’m so fucked. He grabbed her hips, pressed her against the wall and drove home. She screamed and he stilled, allowing her to adjust to him as her pussy put him on a time out with its hold. Her fingers bit into his shoulders. The pain went straight to his dick. He clenched his jaw and she dug her heels into his back. “You ready?”
    “I was ready days ago,” she rasped.
    “Then I’ll make sure it was worth the wait.” He pulled out and slammed back inside her.
    “Shit, yes!”
    They moved together a frantic tangle of limbs. He captured her lips and took her cry into himself. She met him thrust for thrust, grinding her hips onto him as they worked toward completion. Her body shook and his balls drew up tight. Her body convulsed as she squeezed him tight. He moved to pull out. A fresh round of orgasms vibrated its way down his cock and he exploded inside her. Fuck! He rested his head on her. Going raw was never an option and this was the first time he’d come inside anyone. She had him slipping up, taking risks left and right.
    He pulled out. “Are you on at the pill, Lark?”
    She gasped as though the thought never occurred to her. “No, but it’s not the right time, so we should be okay.”
    Pan nodded his head, tamping down the tiny bit of disappointment that rose up in response.
    Clearly, lack of sleep had short-circuited his brain. He eased out of her and studied her face. “Are you okay?”
    “So much more than that,” she purred.
    He laughed. “Now that I got you dirty, let’s clean you back up, except here.” He patted her pussy. “I like the thought of me being inside you.”
    “Hartley,” she drawled.
    “Little bird, if you’re trying to dissuade me, saying my name is the last thing you should do.”
    She smirked and her eyes sparkled with knowledge. “Maybe I like having power over you.”
    All of a sudden, her face crumbled.
    He knew the reality had just sucker punched her.
    “Oh, my God, Robin is—gone.” Her voice cracked.
    The pure torment in her words took him back in time to the loss of his parents. He knew this hurt. Curbing the need to put distance between him, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body to his. The connection they had was one he wanted to expand on. He was man enough to admit it to himself. He reached around her, grabbed the bar of soap and lathered it in his hands. Washing her with care, he allowed her to purge herself of tears and pain. There were no words he could say to ease the ache. But he could be present and make sure she wasn’t alone.
    He relearned her curves as he cleaned her body, removed her from the bath and dried her off.
    Poor little bird has a wounded wing.

    An emotionless robot, she brushed her teeth, dressed and began to make funeral
    arrangements.
    Pan left her alone in his room and went to call Demon.

    “Good to see you’re alive, Pan.”
    “Yeah, it was a late night at the hospital. There were no questions, given her history. They declared it an accidental death via overdose. Lark is making the arrangements for her funeral now.”
    “So, what do you plan on doing with your stowaway?”
    “Honestly, I’m thinking of keeping her for a bit. Seeing how