Page 6 of Chase Me

Her lush body pressed against him and he was instantly hard. It had to be a spell. No female, witch, fairy, demon, or human had ever addled his brain this way. Maybe she was a succubus.

“If you wanted a roll in the hay, all you had to do was buy me a drink and tell me I’m pretty. You didn’t need to fly me halfway around the world.”

For having been dragged halfway across the world, she was oddly calm. She brushed the hair off her face and sat up so that she was straddling him. Jesus, an inch lower and her sex would be perfectly aligned with his.

“Get off me.”

A necklace with a crystal heart surrounded by wire shaped into quadrants representing the four elements dangled from her neck. It was almost as beautiful and fascinating as she was.

She picked another piece of hay out of her hair and straightened her clothes. “You get off me.”

The tree in her necklace shimmered at him. “I’m not on you.”

“Are you sure? I can’t seem to move. You’re doing something very mesmerizing with your eyes. It’s making me want to lift up your shirt and sprinkle kisses all over your body.”

Yes. She should do that, immediately.

“You are the one casting lust spells. I suggest you ceaseimmediately, they won’t affect me and you’ll only drain your energy. Now get off.”

Jakob gripped her around the waist. Such a gorgeous, overfull hourglass figure she had. It took him a whole count of ten before he could talk himself into lifting her up and off instead of tighter to his own aching body.

He needed to get away from her before her spells took total control of his mind and made a liar out of him. In one fast movement he picked her up and stood, then stepped away.

“Hey. You’re the one who kidnapped me, so don’t go feeling all victimized that I landed on top of you. I’m sorry if I squished any manly bits.”

“Manly bits?”

“Yes,” she waved a hand below his belt, “you know, man parts, male anatomy, your penis. Wait, do dragon-men have penises?”

Jakob looked to where she indicated. “You were worried you damaged my cock?”

“Yes. I’m not exactly a lithe pixie if you hadn’t noticed.”

“I noticed.” Boy, had he noticed. He couldn’t stop noticing to the point where his tongue was ready to loll out of his head and drool all over her.

His witch’s gaze went straight to the ground and she crossed one arm over the other. Her cheeks had gone a lovely blushed pink. He’d much rather see her skin flush from sexual pleasure than embarrassment. What in the world did she have to be embarrassed about?

Ah, she was human, and human culture had developed some bizarre fascination with half-dead twigs of women in the past hundred years. Ridiculous.

“Come along, luscious witch.” He turned and strodetoward the French doors to his study that overlooked the gardens.

“I’m not going in your house. I don’t know you, you could be a serial killer or a psycho or a?—”

“Dragon?”

“If you’ll just point me toward Prague, I’ll be going now.”

“It’s a twelve hour walk to the outskirts of Prague from here. I don’t think you’ll make it without your shoes.”

She looked down at her feet and wiggled her toes. He’d never really been one for a foot fetish, but she had sexy feet. Nails painted the exact shade of his iridescent green scales when he was in his dragon form.

“Come inside. I won’t bite.” Yet.

“Promise?”

“Of course.” No.

He turned and walked toward the back terrace before he did bite her. Right in that sweet spot between her neck and shoulder. “We simply need to resolve this matter like adults.”

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