Filed To Story: A Claim of Fortune Book PDF Free by Jaymin Eve
Yes. Please.
He started to run, and I could do nothing but hold on. We ended up inside, and Hunter all but kicked open a door near the glass sliders, bringing me into what looked like a storage room off the kitchen. “Sorry, little omega,” he rasped. “I can’t wait?-“
I shut him up with another kiss, sliding my tongue against his, completely intoxicated by the taste of mocha. Hunter let me keep control for about two seconds, before he clenched his fists in the back of my hair and tilted my head to give him the access and control he craved.
I barely noticed when my ass hit a table, too caught up in his intoxicating kisses. He gripped my face, holding me in place, until he had every one of my nerve-endings humming.
I gasped for breath as he pulled away, and then frantically reached for his shirt, needing him more naked than he was. When his bronze muscles and tattoos were under my touch, I groaned at how good he not only looked but felt.
Fuck. I really didn’t need any extra stimulation, already teetering on the edge of exploding from just staring at him.
Hunter’s expression turned serious as he looked me over, like he was memorizing every curve of my face. “I love you, Emmeline Anders,” he said, giving me one of those rare glimpses of his more vulnerable side.
Pressing my hands against his chest, I straightened to kiss him softly, the touch almost chaste compared to how we’d ravaged each other before. “I love you too, mate.”
Hunter’s dark eyes darkened further until they were devoid of light. Slowly, oh so fucking slowly, he glided the zipper of my sweatshirt down, and I slid my arms free. He lifted my ass with one hand to remove my pants, leaving me breathless and clad in black underwear.
When I leaned back, resting my elbows on the table behind me, Hunter leaned forward and brushed his right hand down my throat, over my heaving chest, before coming to stop between my thighs.
“All fucking mine,” he growled, his dominance in full force. “I share with our pack and no other. If anyone else ever touches you again, they will die.”
“What about Talon?” I whimpered, unsure if bringing up the other dragon was a good idea in these circumstances.
Hunter didn’t immediately snap, but he did mutter “We’ll see,” before he shut down any further questions by pressing his lips to his bite, his teeth sinking in as he tore my bra off my body.
I arched into his touch as I cried out. “Please,” I moaned, aware that begging was Hunter’s kryptonite. “Please, Alpha.”
His big chest rumbled as he gave my tits plenty of attention, sucking one nipple and then the other into his mouth. As he moved back and forth between them, his groans against my skin grew guttural, and my limbs trembled in response.
My panties were the next to be torn free, and then I was bare before him as he kissed down my body. His right hand remained around my throat, his claim visible, even as he sank to his knees before me. Right between my thighs.
Oh, fuck.
My kryptonite, and I was fucking done.
My head dropped back as I cried out, and Hunter tightened his hold, keeping me in place as his tongue flattened against my pussy, sliding up to circle my clit.
As he lapped at my core, the desperate rumbles from his chest had me clenching my thighs on his face. Or at least trying to. His raised right arm and shoulders kept me from being able to do much more than slide one hand behind his head to hold him in place and arch against him.
Not that he was going anywhere as he did exactly as he’d promised and devoured me.
Hunter’s tongue slid in and out of me until he flicked over my clit, and I came so hard that if he hadn’t been holding my throat, I’d have fallen backwards off the table.
Worth it.
TALON
The scent of my mate’s arousal reached me in my prison. Along with the throbbing in my bite, it had my dick harder than I’d ever felt before.
Emme was the most desirable shifter I’d ever met, and she was mine, but my patience ran thin as I waited for her to understand there was no other possible future except the one where we were together.
They had me locked in a strong cell, but I could get out of here if I wanted. It’d cost me in energy, which was why so far I remained in place, but these alphas had no idea what I was capable of. The only one who could match me was my twin, and he’d let the rift between his power and beast widen to the point he was weakened by it.
Alpha wouldn’t care that I was here. When he’d discussed plans with me, he surmised that my capture was a possibility, and that I’d use that time to learn their weaknesses.
So far, their weakness was my weakness: Emmeline Anders.
The connection I’d felt from the moment I sank my fangs into her was an instant bond and obsession, and now there was nothing else in the world more important than Emme.
I hadn’t expected the intensity of it.
It fucked with my concept of pack and mate bonds, but I was coming to accept that I couldn’t kill the rest of her pack if it meant I’d hurt Emme at the same time. Therefore they’d have to eventually join in with our plans, or they’d be the ones who’d spend their eternity in a cell.
When Alpha informed me of his intention to bond me to an omega, it was before Emme had joined this pack. We’d been under the impression that after her mom’s death, she’d shunned shifter cities and alphas. Though I didn’t blame her after feeling the intensity of our scent match… it was impossible to fight.
My beast stirred, his power ancient and filled with dragon fire. There’d always been a rift between us too, but as we’d had no other to connect with, I’d forced our closeness. I kept control, and so did the dragon. We were a team, albeit a fucked up one.
My brother let weakness into his soul, and in doing so, willingly brought a predator into their midst. Lucky for them, this predator needed them all alive, but luck only got you so far in our world.
Pressing against the bars, I struggled to keep my power contained. Dragons were different to other shifters with our essence as close as a beast could get to magic. We controlled energy and matter around us, and while I’d seen Slade use it to clean and purify his air, he hadn’t bothered to use it as a weapon. Not even when he was attempting to extract information.
Missed opportunity for him there. Though, maybe like me, he enjoyed getting his hands dirty on occasion too. My biggest annoyance with my kin was that he’d gone too easy on me during his interrogation. For Emme, he should have torn me to pieces and stitched those pieces back together with a rusty piece of barbed wire.