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Tyr turned to eye his companion. Dax’sstony, dead gaze locked on the highway. No admiring the scenery forhim. Might just as well be riding in a vacuum tube. The bloodsuckerwas business only, glare on the target and all that shit.
Sure wouldn’t want him tracking me.
Then he saw something in his headlight. Alump on the road ahead. Smack in the middle. It moved.
Tyr braked, fishtailed, and high-sided it onhis way to the pavement. Not bothering to check on Dax, he shot upand raced toward the injured Aeternal. It was a female. She curledinto a fetal position, arms wrapped around her head. She wasbreathing. Barely. Even from here he could smell her. Pine, soil,and scat.
Chapter Thirty
Jarek understood. Sometimesfucking was less about sex and more about proving a point.
Once inside his yurt, he asked, “Are yousure?”
Maybe Lizette had PTSD. Earthers talkedabout such shit. He should go get Kara. Females were moresympathetic. He was no goddamn counselor. He was born to kill, notcure.
She chewed on her bottom lip. “I’m sure. Butlet me lead.”
“I’m not sure how good I will be with that,but I will try to give you what you need.”
Soft hands stroked his arms, his musclestwitching with her gentle touch. She continued to his abs andtucked her thumbs into the waist of his loose pants. “I want to seeall of your glyphs.”
Jarek nodded. “Just my glyphs?” Aftershrugging his pants down his legs, he kicked them aside.
Lizette smiled, drawing a sharp breath. Sheasked him to spin around. Her fingers traced the swirls of letterson his back, his ass, and thighs. When he faced her again, her gazerolled from his neck to his feet, returning to his cock where itsettled.
“They’re even on your penis. Beautiful.”
“I have no control over where they appear.”Jarek growled when she wrapped her fingers around his stiffarousal, her thumb following a glyph’s pattern.
“I want this inside me.”
He wouldn’t be fetching Kara. His shaftjerked at Lizette’s touch. Making this strong, brave female forgetSpear had become his counseling specialty. He was about to enjoyevery moment of it.
“Lose your clothes.” Jarek’s voice was ahoarse whisper.
Lizette unclasped her linen dress, lettingit slide to the floor. Panties followed as she shimmied them downher hips. Her fingers dipped behind her where she unhooked her bra,allowing the straps to slip off her shoulders, exposing herself toJarek’s gaze.
His hooded stare paused on her roundedmounds of flesh with rosy nipples. She was exquisite. Her silkenhair moved with her every motion. Thick lashes lined her brilliantdark eyes. Her full lips parted as her tongue flicked over them.Her body combined the best of soft and firm with a trim waistflaring into curved hips.
“Where do you want me?” Jarek practiced morecontrol than he knew he had.
Lizette swallowed hard. “On the bed.”
“At your service.” He lay on his back, hislegs spread, his hand circling his hard shaft.
She crawled alongside him, her nipplesbrushing his arm and chest as she caressed his skin, her featherytouches erotic.
“What’s next?” His voice was a gravellywhisper.
Lizette pushed up to straddle his thighs.“Will you stop if I can’t go on?”
“I will. No matter what.”
Lizette bent forward. When her mouth touchedhis, Jarek deepened the kiss, his tongue opening her lips,exploring and thrusting while his fingers stroked her sex.
He separated from the kiss. “Does this feelgood?”
“Oh, yes.”
