Page 52 of Chase Me

“Please,” she sucked in great lungful of air, “please, Jakob I need to come.”

He was going to make her come so hard she saw stars. He waited until he felt her pussy fluttering around his cock and then moved his thumb, matching the rhythm in and out of her sensitive tissue.

“That’s it my love. Let me hear you scream. Come for me, Ciara.” She sank her face into the pillows and the branch in her hands broke in half before her body buckled under him. The force of the contractions squeezed him so hard and tight that her orgasm became his. If every time they had sex it got better, pretty soon they would never leave the bedroom.

Ciara crumpled underneath of him and he lay down beside her wrapping her in the blankets and his arms, and cocooningthem in his wings. What could he say but she brought the beast out in him.

He’d never lost control of his dragon shift, except around her.

She was asleep instantly. He grinned, loving the fact that he'd fucked her to sleep.

It had been a long few days for them both. But while she rested, he had work to do. As soon as she seemed settled, he slipped out of bed and into the en suite bathroom. He cleaned himself and grabbed clean washcloths to use on her.

She moaned a little when he wiped the warm cloth across her body but didn't wake up.

Jakob watched her sleep and sent up another prayer to the First Dragon.

He threw on some clothes and crept out and all the way down to his lair.

Inanna’s ring was exactly where it should be in a smaller cave off the side of the larger cavern, where he stored all of the items important to dragon lore. He would leave it where it was, for Ciara to find later. He opened a chest next to the stand the ring was on and rooted through until he found what he was looking for. He hoped she would like it.

He slipped back into the room, hoping she would still be asleep and that they might have time for one more round before Match and the other Wyverns got tired of waiting.

Jakob slid a box on the bed. It was one of those large rectangular boxes he’d seen in the movies with feathery tissue paper and a gorgeous gown inside. He’d love to see her twirl around holding it to her chest.

Ciara rolled over and blinked sleepy eyes at him. “Where did you go?”

“To get you this.”

He’d never given a woman a gift like this before. God, he hoped he’d done a good job and that she liked it. Women were weird about gifts and especially clothing. It wasn’t like she could go return it and get a handbag or something instead.

“Open it.”

“Come back to bed.”

“Open the box, my love.”

She glanced at it and tried to hide her smile. “Fine, but only because I'm insanely curious about what's inside.” She lifted the lid and slid open the layers of tissue paper. “Oh, Jake, it's so beautiful.”

A dress with hues of teal, jade, and gold, like a tropical island oasis made of silk and fairy dust sparkled in the box. “I can't wear it.”

“Why not?”

“It breaks every fashion rule don't for the plus-size girl. I'll look like giant couch masquerading as a bright green disco ball and it’s pretty impractical for a treasure hunt, don’t you think?”

“Those sound like stupid rules. You’ll look beautiful and this is a special occasion.”

“Nobody has ever bought me a dress before besides my mother.”

“Put it on.” When this mess was over he’d buy her a new dress every week just so he could see how her face lit up at the gifts. Besides, it gave him the perfect excuse to undress her. Like he was going to do right now.

She pushed the box away and shook her head. “No.”

He slid the tattered sleeve of the top of the dress she still wore down her arm and followed his hand with kisses. “Yes.”

She gasped softly. “Don't think that because I let you getbossy with me in the bedroom that you can tell me what to do anytime or anywhere else.”

“We are in the bedroom, cupcake.”

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