Page 30 of Chase Me

“Mmm.” Whimper. Nope. Try that again. “Ya….uh…esss.”

“Say. It.” He was a wild predator, focused only on her and what he wanted from her.

“I...” she more than wanted him and his body. She needed both. Ciara swallowed and pulled in a shaky breath, recovering from the unabashed desire enough to say what they both wanted to hear. “I want you, right here. Right now.”

His eyes went incredibly darker, his pupils elongated, and Ciara saw the dragon inside, rising to the surface. Brilliant green scales rippled across his skin and the night lit up with a green light. The crystal at his neck sent ribbons of magic and light into the darkness like the Aurora Borealis.

The necklace she wore matched it, but with sparkles of dazzling white.

Jakob captured both her wrists in one of his hands and ripped open his belt and pants with the other. She tilted her hips forward, trying to meet him, show him with her body that she wanted him.

He pushed aside the torn bits of fabric from her dress and positioned his cock at her entrance but froze. “Where the hell are your panties?”

“Don’t stop now, dragon.” She wiggled against him, trying to get him to move. She’d changed out of them hours ago when Mrs. Bohacek had given her this dress. “I’m not wearing any.”

“That is sexy as fuck.” He finally, finally pressed forward, sinking his cock into her, filling her, stretching her around him.

“Oh, God.” The guy didn’t need an ego boost, but he was so big, and it felt so damn good. She closed her eyes and laid her head back, reveling in the way his body matched hers so perfectly.

Jakob lowered his head, latching his teeth around her collarbone, but not biting down. Then he thrust and withdrew, thrust again giving them both what they wanted, what they needed.

MINE

Ciara’s whimpers went on a war path directly from Jakob’s ears, down his spine and straight to his cock. Being inside of her wasn’t enough. He needed to possess her body and soul. God, how he wanted to take it slow, make sure she was getting as much fucking pleasure from their joining as he was. But he simply couldn’t help himself.

Every thrust inside of her sent the same message through his brain. Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

She was beautiful, she was lush, she was a goddess—mother nature come to life in his arms. She was his.

The skin at her neck was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. Addictive. She would be covered with bruises and bite marks, all that he promised himself he would soothe, after he claimed her.

He couldn’t.

He had to.

No dragon since before his father’s generation hadclaimed a mate. Not for seven hundred years. Because the only woman a dragon could claim was his true mate.

Dragons no longer had true mates.

Companions. Human women who one could have a relationship with, maybe even children. But not one that he loved, not one whom he was created to love and be loved by in return.

Real love was no more. Not for him nor any of his kind.

The draw to Ciara was undeniable. Every raw instinct screamed the truth.

He’d known it from the second he saw her, he just hadn’t wanted to believe it. Now he couldn’t deny the rush of need that went well beyond lust. It hit him in the chest, directly behind his soul shard, traveling through him like a landslide.

He needed her more than the earth needed the sun. The deepest, most primal part of him—the place inside where his dragon came from—pushed him to mark her, claim her, make her his mate.

“Jakob, yes, yes.” Ciara keened, and her body tightened around his.

Thank God. Because with this rush of emotion, the pure compulsion he had to fuck her, mingle his scent with hers, his essence with her being, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

He’d be damned if he let the primitive drive to own her completely make him into an ass. She would come long and hard with his cock buried deep inside of her. She would be his then, and she’d love every minute of it.

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