Page 14 of Chase Me

“She?” Was there some insinuation in Steele’s tone? Probably. He was a smart dragon with keen senses.

“Yes, the thief is a witch. A powerful one. My best guess is she is trying to gain power over the earth element.”

The tattoo at Steele’s neck writhed. No green dragon would take that news lightly. “What’s her element now?”

Ciara had denied knowledge of her powers, but her passion had given her away. As soon as he could, Jakob was going to tap into that. “That’s the interesting part. I saw her control wind and fire.”

Steele whistled.

Yes, Jakob's sweet witch and her power was that impressive.

“Where did you find her?”

“The Atlantic Coast of the United States.” There weren'tany green dragons living in that area, which was why Jakob decided to follow the trail the relic had left all the way across the damned ocean. “What kind of contacts do we have in that area?”

Steele thought for a minute. “I did a few training exercises with a red dragon named Dax last year. He's stationed over there somewhere.”

Jakob knew Steele well enough to understand that training exercises was code for late nights at the strip club. God, how he missed those days.

“Good. Coordinate with the Golds to get over there. I'll assign Merc to your post in Switzerland for the time being.”

“Will do.” Steele shoved out of his chair and headed for the door. “Hey, glad to see you finally found yourself a companion.”

Jakob frowned. “I'm not that far into my prime that I need to settle down.”

His sex life had been sorely lacking, but he was not a fuddy duddy like Match. Yet.

“Then who is the sex on a stick in the kitchen making toast? I smell her all over you.”

The dragon part of Jakob bristled, pushing its way to the surface. A ripple of green scales passed over his skin. His dragon was more on edge about the obvious appreciation of Ciara in Steele's voice than the fact that she had apparently escaped from her room.

“You get to America and worry about her coven. I'll take care of the witch in the kitchen.”

“Give me a week’s leave when this is over, and I won't tell anyone you're a softy when it comes to jailing pretty women.”

“Get out.” Jakob pointed to the French doors and Steelelaughed and pushed his way out the doors. He shifted to his dragon form and took flight almost instantly.

Jakob headed toward the kitchen, making sure to walk silently so as to surprise his escaped prisoner. Less than a meter from the doorway, he heard her talking and then growl in frustration.

“I am not admitting to liking Jakob even a little bit.”

Was she talking to herself or the toast? Because he, Steele, and Ciara were the only ones in the villa today. He'd sent everyone else away when he first discovered the theft. None of his human staff would dare steal from him, and he would have been able to smell it on any of them. Besides, they were all very loyal with most having served their whole lives for either him or his father.

Once he'd dismissed them, the scent of the thief had practically overwhelmed his senses. She smelled of sunshine and licorice.

He would never get enough of that scent.

When he poked his head around the door, he saw no one else in the kitchen besides her. It was pretty damn cute that she was trying to convince herself she wasn't attracted to him.

“You don't have to admit to it. I know how much you want me.”

Ciara spun around and threw her piece of toast at him. He dodged it easily and they both watched it land jelly side up.

That had to be one of her more useful spells.

“You scared the pee out of me.”

Ciara stood before him, her hands on her hips, and those hips, and thighs, and breasts, were covered in the deepest of green silk. The material hugged all of her curves in the best way. That hard on he'd successfully managed to subduepopped right back up. First Dragon help him, she was so damned gorgeous.

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