Page 13 of Chase Me

“I don't intend on marrying anyone I have just met and especially not someone who has kidnapped me.”

“Marriage is a whole other step. Mated is what I said. You’re Jakob's true mate.”

DOWN TO THE DUNGEON

Jakob was this close to shifting back into his dragon form, ripping the French doors off his office and digging a giant hole smack dab in the middle of his wild–style garden. Which was something he hadn't done in a good hundred years. Not since he was a youngling and had been yelled at by his father for trying to impress one of the villager girls with his wings.

What he wouldn't give to be able to ask his father's advice on what to do with the woman upstairs. But his father was gone, and he was the one who people came to for advice now that he was the Green Dragon Wyvern.

He sank back into his office chair and inhaled the scent of the myriad of green and flowering plants around him. The office may look more like a jungle than the spartan rooms his father kept, but he was half the age his father had been when he became Wyvern. Jakob knew he could draw strength and focus from having as much of mother nature inside as he had outside. He drew his power from the earth, could manipulateit, and use the ground, trees, and growing things to his advantage.

He ought to fill the guest room upstairs with every potted plant in the place, so he wouldn't strangle the curvy witch up there. Because she was most definitely driving him crazy. It was either strangle her or fuck her silly.

They both needed time to cool down. He'd leave her up there for a few more hours before attempting to interrogate her again.

He had hoped to already have the First Dragon's relic back in his possession by now. He had precious little time before he would need to reveal the theft to the other Wyverns.

Match would be coming by in the next few days to check on how Jakob was settling into being the Green Wyvern.

He really didn't want the loss of the dragon's most important sacred item to be the first thing that people thought of when they remembered Jakob's rule.

Match was the first of their generation to inherit his Wyr and had assumed the role all Red Wyverns did. First son of the first son. Alpha among alphas.

If you asked Jakob, Match was a cranky old bastard, who acted more like he was pushing six centuries rather than a bit over two-hundred years.

He would give Jakob hell the minute he realized the First Dragon’s relic wasn’t exactly where it was supposed to be—entrusted to the green dragons and hidden away deep underground.

How the hell had Ciara even gotten into his lair? It had every state-of-the-art security system, plus every ward and magical deterrent available to him. He didn't have time to investigate his lair's protection shortcomings and get the relic back from Ciara. He hated to have anyone else in, around, ornear his treasure, but he hated the thought of having another dragon in, around, or near, especially not in, his little thief.

There were few dragons he trusted enough to even know where his lair and treasures lie. He and Steele had done much of their warrior training together and battled many a demon dragon at each other's backs these past years. Steele was still young for a dragon warrior, not even in his prime yet. Although Jakob was only a few years older.

Match had questioned Jakob when he chose Steele to be his second. Cage and Ky had backed him. Even if they hadn’t, Jakob knew who he could count on.

Jakob pulled his mobile phone from his pocket and sent a quick text to Steele to find out how quickly he could get to the villa. Steele replied right away and would be there within an hour.

Patience was not his best virtue. Luckily, he had a mountain of paperwork to keep him occupied. He signed a few invoices, wondered what Ciara was doing, read a dispute he needed to mediate between a green and a red dragon, pictured Ciara naked in his head, and growled at his own hard on.

It had to be simply because there was a lush ripe woman in his house. It had nothing to do with her beguiling smile, her pure sensuality, or the way her hips swayed when she walked. Of course not.

He had been without a woman for too long. That was all. He'd been under a thousand skirts in the past fifty years, but not even one since he'd become Wyvern. He'd been too busy. His cock had chosen today to protest that fact.

Fine. He'd go to Prague the next chance he had and wine and dine the pants off the first woman he met.

Except the idea didn't excite him at all. Not like thewoman upstairs did anyway.

Steele sauntered into Jakob's office a few minutes later. Jakob decided to stay in the chair behind his desk rather than try to hide or ignore the tent in his pants. Getting his mind back on the problem at hand would help it go away faster than anything else.

“What's up, boss?” Steele plopped down into a chair on the other side of the desk.

Jakob steepled his fingers and said, “My lair has been broken into.”

Steele’s easy pose straightened, and he sat up. “Holy shit. How could that even happen?”

“I don't know, but you're going to find out for me,” Jakob growled.

Steele’s eyes widened but he stayed silent.

“I’ve already caught the thief. If she reveals anything, I’ll let you know.”

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