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wasn’t enough. She needed to be closer. Needed skin against skin. Lifting off, she fumbled with his belt buckle.
Shim grabbed her hand. Stilling her movements, he panted for breath. “Not here, flamita . We are too close to the Haus and someone might disturb us. Where are you staying? I didn’t scent you on the second floor. Not with the human guests?”
“They gave me a cottage. It’s near the meadow.” Her voice sounded husky and unfamiliar to her ears. He had successfully transmuted her anger to lust, and she wanted nothing more than to ride this man to oblivion. She rubbed against his hips again, and he growled, smacking her ass. Rolling to his feet in one graceful move, he threw her over his shoulder.
The indignity of it would not be borne. “Put me down, you beast!” Ceara yelled.
Sharp teeth sank into the rounded flesh of her ass. She yelped in shock, and his palm cracked across the other cheek before he flowed into action. He ran like silk, like water flowing over rocks. His feet ate up the ground, giving her no choice but to grab the back of his belt and hold on for the ride. They reached the gates of the meadow before she knew it, and he paused. Ceara shoved her hair out of her face, pointed up the hill, and he moved again.
Shifting to the left, he dove into the tree line, finding the little path to the cottage without her saying anything, no doubt following her scent trail. Slamming the door of the cottage open, he lowered her onto her feet, stepping back to leave a modicum of space between their bodies.
His chest rose and fell in a lazy action, jade eyes glittering in the firelight. She’d banked the fireplace before she’d left. The inside of the cottage remained warm, the soft glow from the flames lit the room. He studied her, his intense look sending shivers down her spine. Whatever courage, or madness, had caused her brazen actions in the trees had fled somewhere during the journey. Ducking her head away from his eyes, she glanced at his chest, his powerful physique visible through the tattered remains of his shirt. Thick scratches gouged his skin, and she raised her hands in front of her, shocked at the sight of blood beneath her nails. She flicked her eyes up, blinking in astonishment at the look of pleasure on his face.
“I like your marks on me, querida .” He growled, tugging the remains of his shirt free. Slabs of muscle cut down his abdomen, a clear line defining each side arrowing down to his hips. She licked her dry lips, wanting to trace the indent with her tongue, to chase it lower and lower until she reached the prize she knew awaited her.
He loosened his belt and unzipped his slacks. The dark material slid to the floor, revealing soft cotton boxer briefs stretched over his cock like a second skin. Stepping forward, she grasped the waistband. Sliding them down his thighs, she dropped to her knees. His rigid flesh sprang free, slapping against his lower belly. She moaned, reaching greedily with both hands. He grunted as she guided the head of his cock between her lips. Gathering her hair in a tight grip, he pulled it back into a long tail, wrapping the strands around his fist.
She hummed in pleasure at the sting across her scalp when he pulled her hair. Bobbing her head, she sucked more of his length into her mouth. Playing her tongue along the underside, she probed with the tip into the sensitive spot just beneath his head. Shim growled, bucking his hips. Nudging his thighs apart, she slipped her hand lower to cup his balls, stretching her lips wider to draw the last few inches into her mouth. The taste of him on her tongue, rich and heady with a hint of eucalyptus and spicy cloves, sent her desire into orbit. Moisture pooled between her thighs. Hard hands tugged on her hair again and she saw stars.
She rolled her eyes up to meet his; the jade green glittered in the firelight. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard on his cock, and his eyes blazed. Withdrawing her mouth in slow
Shim grabbed her hand. Stilling her movements, he panted for breath. “Not here, flamita . We are too close to the Haus and someone might disturb us. Where are you staying? I didn’t scent you on the second floor. Not with the human guests?”
“They gave me a cottage. It’s near the meadow.” Her voice sounded husky and unfamiliar to her ears. He had successfully transmuted her anger to lust, and she wanted nothing more than to ride this man to oblivion. She rubbed against his hips again, and he growled, smacking her ass. Rolling to his feet in one graceful move, he threw her over his shoulder.
The indignity of it would not be borne. “Put me down, you beast!” Ceara yelled.
Sharp teeth sank into the rounded flesh of her ass. She yelped in shock, and his palm cracked across the other cheek before he flowed into action. He ran like silk, like water flowing over rocks. His feet ate up the ground, giving her no choice but to grab the back of his belt and hold on for the ride. They reached the gates of the meadow before she knew it, and he paused. Ceara shoved her hair out of her face, pointed up the hill, and he moved again.
Shifting to the left, he dove into the tree line, finding the little path to the cottage without her saying anything, no doubt following her scent trail. Slamming the door of the cottage open, he lowered her onto her feet, stepping back to leave a modicum of space between their bodies.
His chest rose and fell in a lazy action, jade eyes glittering in the firelight. She’d banked the fireplace before she’d left. The inside of the cottage remained warm, the soft glow from the flames lit the room. He studied her, his intense look sending shivers down her spine. Whatever courage, or madness, had caused her brazen actions in the trees had fled somewhere during the journey. Ducking her head away from his eyes, she glanced at his chest, his powerful physique visible through the tattered remains of his shirt. Thick scratches gouged his skin, and she raised her hands in front of her, shocked at the sight of blood beneath her nails. She flicked her eyes up, blinking in astonishment at the look of pleasure on his face.
“I like your marks on me, querida .” He growled, tugging the remains of his shirt free. Slabs of muscle cut down his abdomen, a clear line defining each side arrowing down to his hips. She licked her dry lips, wanting to trace the indent with her tongue, to chase it lower and lower until she reached the prize she knew awaited her.
He loosened his belt and unzipped his slacks. The dark material slid to the floor, revealing soft cotton boxer briefs stretched over his cock like a second skin. Stepping forward, she grasped the waistband. Sliding them down his thighs, she dropped to her knees. His rigid flesh sprang free, slapping against his lower belly. She moaned, reaching greedily with both hands. He grunted as she guided the head of his cock between her lips. Gathering her hair in a tight grip, he pulled it back into a long tail, wrapping the strands around his fist.
She hummed in pleasure at the sting across her scalp when he pulled her hair. Bobbing her head, she sucked more of his length into her mouth. Playing her tongue along the underside, she probed with the tip into the sensitive spot just beneath his head. Shim growled, bucking his hips. Nudging his thighs apart, she slipped her hand lower to cup his balls, stretching her lips wider to draw the last few inches into her mouth. The taste of him on her tongue, rich and heady with a hint of eucalyptus and spicy cloves, sent her desire into orbit. Moisture pooled between her thighs. Hard hands tugged on her hair again and she saw stars.
She rolled her eyes up to meet his; the jade green glittered in the firelight. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard on his cock, and his eyes blazed. Withdrawing her mouth in slow
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