Page 29 of Chase Me

He snuffled her with that great snout of his. She smacked it. “Jesus, Mary, and Jiminy Cricket. I thought you were one of those things. And what the hell were those things? Quit talking in my head and turn back into a man right this second.”

The adrenaline that had been thumbing through her veins and arteries and brain and fingertips crashed. Tears trickled out of her eyes and she blinked, not wanting to cry in front of him.

He shimmered and shifted back into the sexy ass man she knew.

She had two choices here. Stay mad, fall apart and cry, or jump his bones.

One of these things was going to happen. If she fell apart, she looked like a big fat baby, and he'd simply carry her back to his lair where she would probably die.

But if she jumped his bones, she wasn't sure she would be able to look herself in the eye in the morning.

Well, she’d deal with that in the morning. Guess that decision was made.

She grabbed his shirt and yanked him to her.

He opened his mouth, not to kiss her but to speak. She slapped her hand over his lips and said, “shut up and kiss me.”

He raised one eyebrow, pulled her hand down off of his mouth, and did as he was told.

Boy, oh, boy, did he do as he was told.

Jakob grabbed her around the waist and yanked her tight to his body. His tongue dipped in and out of her mouth, mimicking exactly what she wanted other parts of their bodies to do.

Jakob apparently did too, because she could feel his erection pressing against her stomach. Either that or he had a – no, no that was definitely a long hard dick in his pants, and he was happy to see her.

He pushed her up against the metal awning and reached down, lifting her left leg and wrapping it around his hip. He ground against her, pushed his hand into her hair and growled her name.

“Ciara. You fucking taste like licorice and fire.”

That adrenaline she thought was gone sang a song of exultation as it rushed back through her body. She didn’t even care that they were outside, that anyone who peeked out a window would see them dry humping in the middle of the square. She wanted this man with a ferocity she’d never known.

He grabbed her other leg and lifted, ripping the skirt of the dress so she straddled him. Sweet baby Cheeze Whiz.

If he were anything other than a guy who could turn into a dragon, she’d be worried they were both going crashing to the ground. No man picked her up, she wasn’t that lithe, wispy kind of girl. But she didn’t need to worry about the insecurities attached to her size with him. God that felt amazing.

Desperation, adrenaline, and lust were all in the driver’s seat. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and her tongue around his teeth.

All she wanted right now was to crawl inside of him, or rather have him inside of her. The part of her conscience that was flipping out, telling her to take it slow, and called her mean names was outmatched by the happy, excited, let’s get laid part.

In fact, the horny cheerleader for team sexy times sat on sane good girl and squashed her into the dirt.

Ciara shoved one hand into Jakob’s soft hair and scraped her fingers across the back of his neck and got the growl she hoped for. Jakob sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit hard enough to send a pleasure pain shooting through her.

“Ah, my dirty witch likes it a little rough, huh? That I can do, sweetheart.”

He moved his mouth from her lips down to her neck, sucking and nipping at her. His hands kneaded her butt and his hips pushed at her rhythmically.

“Mmm, yes.” Each scrape of his teeth across her bare skin sent shivers through her body, up and down her spine, sparking her lust for him. “You need more hands, so you can do that thing where you hold my wrists over my head.”

A pile of stones rose up underneath Ciara, creating a seat at exactly the right height. Jakob grabbed both her arms and shoved them against the metal at her back. He didn’t raise his face, only buried it deeper into the crook of her neck.

“Tell me right fucking now if you don’t want this, Ciara.”

Uh, duh. She answered with a whimper. Shoot, that’s not what she wanted to do. She wanted to shout her yes, yes, yes, so the whole village heard. But each time his tongue licked over her collarbone, each rasp of his teeth, every biting drawof her skin into his mouth sent her body into complete reactionary mode.

Her mouth to brain connection frizzled and nothing more than moans made it out.

He brought his face up to hers. The green of his eyes had gone dark, his eyelids hooded, and he stared straight into her soul. “Say it, Ciara. Say you want this, want me.”

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