Page 20 of Bite Me

The second Portia was out of view, he lifted Jada’s chin with his knuckles. “Now, where were we….”

In the last minute, he’d come up with the perfect plan. He’d seduce the information out of her.

Sweet as.

Adorably, she blushed. He didn’t think a sexual being like a succubus even knew how to blush. “Ah, yes, we were right about here.”

Ky lowered his mouth to hers, taking her mouth, inhaling her breath. The zing of energy he’d felt before hit him twofold this time. He wanted, needed so much more from her than a kiss.

He lifted her by the legs, wrapping them around his waist. She squealed and grabbed his shoulders.

The counter sat a foot behind them and he stepped toward it to lean her against it, fully intending to lay her out and strip her bottoms off.

Her head tipped back, searching for where he was going, baring her neck to him. His muscles tensed at the sight of her creamy skin, unmarred. His for the taking.

As soon as she answered his questions.

He scraped his teeth across the base of her neck, pushing her shirt aside with his chin.

“Oh hell. What are you doing to me? We should not be making out in the middle of the café in broad daylight. But do that again. Please.”

He chuckled because that was exactly what was going through his mind too. They should be doing this someplace a little more private, but he was not waiting.

“Tell me where you hid the soul shard and we can take this anywhere you’d like.” He nibbled and licked his way from one collarbone to the other, hoping to keep her mind on what he was doing to her body.

“I don’t know what a soul shard is.”

He pushed a basket of doggie donuts next to the cash register to the side, making room to lay Jada down. “The golden crystal you and your partner took from Cage Gylden.”

She leaned back on her elbows which thrust her fantastic rack right into his face. He was going to spend days with his face or his cock between those tits.

“Who is Cage Whosie-whatsie?”

Ky couldn’t get to her shirt to lift it up, until he got rid of the apron she had on. No way was he taking the time to cut through the knots. He sliced the fabric tie on either side and pulled it over her head.

“I hope you know how to sew, because I don’t, and someone has to fix that, so I don’t get fired.” She tugged at the hem of his shirt and shoved it up, running her hands along his chest and stomach. “Holy washboard abs. I think I could actually do my laundry on your stomach, it’s so rock hard.”

She was doing a great job at avoiding his questions and distracting the hell out of him with her touch. “That’s not the only thing that’s hard,wahine ataahua. Give me the shard, and I’ll show you.”

“You could be calling me an ugly duckling and it would still sound sexy with that accent. Is it Australian?”

“No doll, I’m no wallaby. Think a little lower.” Damn, she’d distracted him again. He would get back to the soul shard and where she had it.

“I’ve been thinking lower, like all the way down in the gutter since you walked in the door. Why is that?”

“You’re the succubus. You tell me. While you’re at it, tell me where the soul shard is.” Yeah, smooth seduction. Real smooth.

“Is it like a crystal on a necklace? Kind of like yours?” She indicated toward his own soul shard dangling over her where she’d lifted his shirt.

“Yes. Do you have it?”

She reached inside of her shirt, and he wished with all his might she was taking off her bra, but he supposed he should hope she was fishing for the shard.

She pulled out a charm tied with a loop on the end of a cord. The shape matched the bone carving his own soul shard was surrounded by aManaiaspirit creature that resembled a dragon.

The paua shell at its eye glowed a deep blue, filling the café with light.

This was not Cage’s shard.

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