Page 61 of Chase Me

Her emotions were completely quashed. Burning down the house.

How could he reach her now? She’d been the most alive, the most free when he’d dominated her. If he didn’t give her achance to think and analyze she might let go of this ridiculous notion that they didn’t belong together.

Jakob slid his hands down her arms, lightly skimming across her skin and took her wrists in each of his hands. He needed to do this next part carefully.

He raised her arms. She resisted at first, but then allowed him to push them up and over her head, then back to wrap around his neck.

The position thrust her chest out pushed her ass back into him, her soft plump rear caressing his cock through his trousers.

“You’re mine, Ciara,” he whispered in her ear and nibbled on the shell of her ear.

She shivered, her moans so quiet he wasn’t sure he’d heard her. “Don’t.”

“Ask me to stop and I will. Don’t ask me to, and I’ll prove to you just how much you belong to me.”

She didn’t move, except to tilt her head to the side, baring the mark. Yes.

His lips found the tattoo, then his tongue, and his teeth. He bit down hard, reclaiming her and making sure she knew it. She sucked in a gasp and wilted in his arms.

This wasn’t submission, she was entranced again.

Fuck, shit, fucking shit.

He lifted her and carried her to the bed, ready to call out to the others. But her body tensed, shook, and then she opened her eyes.

“Kur-jara is coming. We must stop him before he finds her.”

The voice coming from her mouth was not her own. The dragon mark on her neck writhed as if trying to escape her skin, to rise up and protect her.

His own dragon tattoo stretched its wings, reaching for her. How could he protect her if he could feel, see, or find the enemy? Who the hell was Kur-jara and was the woman he searched for Ciara or another?

“Ciara, can you hear me? Wake up.”

She shivered and her body went limp.

“Ciara, come back to me.”

Her breathing returned to normal and her eyelids fluttered. She struggled to open them and when she did, they were unfocused.

“Jakob?”

“I’m here. What did you see? Are you okay?”

“Go to America. Quickly. Find the flower.” Her words were slurred.

Jakob didn’t think she even knew what she was saying. “I’m not leaving you.”

The other Wyverns could go to America. He was not moving from Ciara’s side ever again.

AMERICA OR BUST

Ciara’s mind swirled in a black ocean. No. Wherever she was, it wasn’t wet, but soft and smelled of dirt. She’d been there a long time. But it was okay. She had her mate.

But where were her children?

She woke with a start. Under her was a soft bed, Jakob’s body wrapped around hers, his wings unfurled and lay on top of them like an emerald green cocoon.

What had she been dreaming about? A dark presence, something that scared her, and children. Her children.

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