Page 43 of Chase Me

“You mentioned her before, my little dumpling, but I still don't know who you're talking about.”

He placed one knee on the bed and planted the ball of his foot into the floor, ready to spring if she bolted. She snagged a pillow off the bed and held it out in front of her. Like that would stop him.

“You must. She knows you, was in your house, was even in your lair. You know, real beautiful, long white flowing dress, has more magic than a fairy godmother.”

Jakob pushed a tiny portion of his shift to his back and prepared to unfurl his wings. But her comment about being in his lair stopped him.

“Where else did you see this woman?”

“She came to me here right after you locked me in the room and took me down to the kitchen. I thought she wasgoing to help me escape but then she said something strange —”

She didn't finish her sentence, but her expression changed to surprise and then she threw a pillow at him. He blocked it and tossed it aside.

“What did she say, Ciara?” He pounced off the bed and missed her by a scant centimeter. A puff of wind pushed him back.

“Nothing.” She scrunched up her nose and the fireplace reignited. “Shoot, that's not what I meant to do.”

“What did she say, Ciara?” Jakob used his own magic and brought the potted plants in the corner of the room to life. While she wasn't looking he grew them to the ceiling.

He feinted to the left making her go right. Right where he wanted her.

She scrambled toward the headboard. “That’s between me and her.”

This time when she jumped, he was ready. The vines dropped from the ceiling snagging her around the waist, shoulders, and legs. They dragged her into the air, suspending her, and she squealed.

“That’s not fair. I don’t know how to talk plants into doing my dirty work.”

Jakob took advantage of her position and slid his hand up her thigh. God how he’d missed touching her for the whole time they’d been talking. He would not be keeping his hands, or his lips to himself any longer. “They won’t be doing all of my dirty work. I save the dirtiest for myself.”

She wiggled, not budging the vines, but making her ass jiggle enough to put his cock on high alert. “You let me down, you pervert.”

She had no idea.

He continued to trace his hand up past her hip, into that luscious curve at her waist and up her ribcage. “You like it when I’m perverted.”

She huffed, or was that a stifled giggle? “That’s not the point.”

She made him laugh, she made him more powerful, she made him want to be a better man, a better dragon. She couldn’t leave.

He adjusted the vines so her head fell back, face to face with him. She was breathing heavy, lips parted, eyes dilated.

Hot damn, she’d enjoyed the chase and being caught as much as he had, and they’d barely played the game. It would be so much more satisfying to get her out into the forest around the villa.

She could run, but she couldn’t hide from him.

He wanted to kiss her, take her, claim her all over again. In this position, she’d be at his mercy. He could do anything he pleased, and he had no doubt that she’d love it.

If she truly didn’t want to stay, he wouldn’t make her. It would be too hard to have her again now, knowing he had to give her up.

“Ciara.” God, his voice was husky with needing her.

“Yes?” she whispered.

“Stay with me.”

Once again, she didn’t respond. He traced a finger over her lips, practically begging for her yes. She still needed convincing.

“I can only help you understand the magic of the earth element, but the other Wyverns can help you learn to control the fire and wind the way you want to.”

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