Page 14 of Ember's Claim

He stretches an arm over to the back of my seat and glances behind him as he prepares to reverse out of the parking spot.

Tugging up the middle console, I grimace as change falls all over Veryn’s back seat.

He releases the gearshift without moving the vehicle, and his hand lands on my hip, like he’s going to pull me closer to his side. Only, I’m already in the process of crawling into his lap. It’s awkward, and not as sexy as the movies make it seem, but I keep super focused on where my ass is, so I don’t honk the horn.

Luckily, he’s a fucking giant, meaning the seat has to be back pretty far, and I fit. My knee bumps the door, but I ignore whatever digs into my shin and focus on planting my mouth on his.

A low, dangerous growl echoes out of his chest, and he swirls his tongue around mine. His forearm lands in the indent just above my hip and his hand flattens on my back. The safe, confined feeling seems to heighten every sensation.

He moves a hand into my hair at the base of my skull and tugs me back. I whimper, trying to dive for his mouth once more, but he shakes his head.

“We can’t get carried away here.” He rests his forehead against mine while I struggle to catch my breath. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you when we get to my place.”

My abdomen aches with cramps that I can’t explain, but I don’t mention them as Veryn helps me move into the middle seat.

Instead, I snuggle close to his T-shirt, breathing in his citrusy scent. Something weird is going on with my system, but my head is so foggy, all I can focus on is thoughts of what happens when we get to his house.

My hand brushes up and down the denim of Veryn’s jeans as he drives. He picks awesome and super soft shirts. Or, at least, the one he currently has on is. My face rolls around it, trying to figure out where his scent is strongest.

“You’re fucking killing me here,” Veryn growls.

He’s got his right arm around my shoulder, and with how far I’m turned into him, it gives him easy access to palm my ass.

Freakishly long arms for the win.

He drives with his left hand on the wheel and that forearm flexes, showing off his clenched muscles.

“You know you’re about three inches from my dick, right?” His tone is pained, and it gives me the courage to slide my hand a little higher.

The bulge is unmistakable, and based on his scent in the air, I’m sure his dick is leaking pre-cum. I bite my lip and work my fingers over his length on top of his jeans.

“Are you trying to kill us both?” He grunts as his cock jolts under my touch.

“We’re immortal,” I remind him, twisting a little until I can work on his belt. “But you should still focus because this would be really hard to explain to the town council.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Anti-aging immortality is not the same as undying.”

A slow smile crosses my face as I get his belt apart. Pulling up the bottom of his shirt, I run a hand down his abs while the other works the button on his jeans. Once that’s handled, I slide my hand down the front of his jeans and take care of the zipper.

“Push up if you can.” I move to tug his jeans down a little.

He complies, and I lick my lips.

His thick cock lies against his lower stomach. The tip is sticky, and my mouth waters as my forearms dig into his thigh. Okay, so, vehicle sexy times might be sexier as an idea than in real life, but I’m going for it.

My hand wraps around his shaft as I stretch to lick the dribble of pre-cum from just below his abs. Seriously, it’s unnatural how many he has. I work out regularly to stay in shape for my job, but my alpha genetics don’t seem to give me visible muscles like his do.

My eyes fall shut as his salty, citrusy taste hits my tongue.

“Fuck, that tickles and feels really good, all at the same time,” he says on a groan as my tongue flicks over his abdomen.

I grin.

If he thinks that feels good, I know what will feel even better.

I squeeze his shaft, pulling his crown to my lips. I wish I could see his face, but in this position, it’s just not possible.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but seriously, I think you should wait the three minutes until we pull into my garage.” He growls as my tongue circles his mushroom head.

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