Page 32 of Twisted Lies
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Jason closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath as Mikah traced a path over the bruises on his neck. She smelled so fucking good.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Concern laced her voiced.
“I’m fine. The cuts have already healed. And this—this will heal up in no time,” he motioned to his neck. The silver Shane had wrapped around his neck caused a lot more than a little discomfort. It was deadly to shifters and had eaten away at his skin but shifting to his wolf had healed most of the immediate damage. The rest would heal within a few hours.
“You don’t have to act tough around me. It’s okay to admit it if you’re in pain.”
“Haven’t you figured it out yet?” He was surprised by her genuine concern for him. Could it be that she had moved past the stage of constant lies streaming from her mouth with each word she spoke to him?
“What’s that?” she asked.
The way she looked at him—fuck. The things he wanted to do with her—to do to her. Mmm. Hundreds of sexy scenarios flashed through his mind. All of them involved fucking Mikah in every position possible—and then some.
“I can’t lie,” he admitted.
Surprise lit her face. “Now, I know you’re lying.”
“I’m not. I’m physically incapable of lying. It’s some sort of curse—lucky me.” Most people had no problem believing his affliction or curse or whatever you want to call it. Not his mate—she had to question everything.
“Ask me anything you want,” he offered, hoping to prove to her that he had spoken true.
“Anything? Hmm—oh! I know. What’s your deepest desire?” she challenged with a smirk.
“That’s a dangerous question in a dangerous game,” he teased, running his finger under her chin.
“Are you afraid to answer?” She leaned closer, tempting him even further.
“Not at all.” He nipped at her lip, savoring her taste. His length strained against his fly, begging for her touch.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Her tongue snaked out over her bottom lip.
Jason wanted that tongue all over his body—his cock. “I’m not sure you’re ready for the answer.”
“Try me.” Need filled her voice.
He wanted nothing more than to quench his mates need. Jason wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him. “I want to kiss you, taste you, fuck you until you scream my name. Then I want to do it all over again.”
“So, what are you waiting for?”
Thank the Gods!
Jason’s lips crashed down on hers. She moaned into his mouth and he loved every fucking second of it. He did a bit of moaning of his own when her hands found their way under his shirt. Skin on skin contact—it was what he had longed for.
Her touch was soft and warm, cautious and careful and it drove him crazy. He wanted more.
“I need more, want more,” he said between ragged breaths.
“Yes! Please, Jason,” she begged, pushing him against her front door. Reaching around him, she turned the deadbolt until it clicked. “That way no one can barge right in.”
“I like where this is going,” he said, tugging her t-shirt over her head. He nearly lost his mind when he saw her milky white breasts spilling over the sexy black bra that struggled to contain them. Perfect mounds he wanted to bury his head between, getting lost for days on end.
“I’d like it even more in the bedroom.” She ripped at his shirt, shredding the material.
“Your wish is my command. Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said as he easily lifted her off of the ground.
For once he didn’t have to argue with her, she obeyed his command. He watched the rise and fall of her chest as his hardness pressed against her core with each step he took. When he reached the bedroom, he tossed her on to the bed, quickly diving on top of her.
