Page 29 of Live Love Lasso

“You’re wet, city girl,” he says with a growl. “You been thinkin’ about riding me as much as I’ve been thinkin’ about lettin’ you?”

Fuck. I love an elf with a filthy mouth.

Without waiting for an answer, he slips two fingers inside me and curls them, rubbing against my G-spot. Crying out, I surge over him, pressing my mouth to the side of his neck as I cling to my sanity. He lets out a satisfied-sounding chuckle, bringing his thumb to my clit and pressing gently.

“I’m not gonna let you come like this, Lemon,” he breathes into my hair. “I’m gonna take you to the edge a few times, and then I’m gonna fuck you right here in my kitchen.”

I can only groan as he shoves my dress higher up my thighs, pushing me back onto the counter. He never stops with those talented fingers, moving rhythmically inside me. But when he leans forward and closes his mouth over my clit, I groan and throw a hand over my eyes. I’m gonna come so fucking fast like this. His mouth is so wet, so soft, so demanding as he pulls gently on my sensitive skin.

Glancing to my right, I notice a manila folder on the countertop. It’s filled to the brim with haphazardly stacked papers and my damn name is written on the tab. Oh my gods it must be the case file. Like, the fucking case file. Right next to where he’s eating me out on the godsdamned counter.

His warm lips tease my skin so lightly, heat spearing through my core and making my abs quiver.

Orgasm builds like a thunderstorm rumbling between my thighs as the scent of his blood explodes over my senses. The kitchen’s awash in pine and snow, a deeply primal scent that demands I toss him down and take him.

But I can’t. I won’t. And holding back is the most delicious fucking tease.

I’m on the edge, breath coming in rapid-fire pants when he stops sucking me off. Lurching forward, he grips my throat and hauls me carefully upright until my chest hits his. My ass hangs halfway off the counter as he shoves his jeans down with one hand. They hit the floor, his belt buckle making a satisfying metallic thud.

“Hang on, Lemon,” he growls, guiding the tip of his cock to my slit. “I’ve got a contraceptive ring on, alright? Since we haven’t really talked about that.”

I nod, glancing down to where his thickly veined cock is positioned at my entrance. The dark gray ring is nestled around the base of his cock and it’ll ensure we don’t get pregnant. The rational part of my brain wants to ask why he already fuckin’ had it on, but if I’m honest he’s right—our chemistry is so good.

Maybe this entire exchange was a foregone conclusion.

I can’t find it in me to care as I curl the fingers of one hand around the nape of his neck. Furyon snaps his hips, filling me to the brim in one quick move. My head falls back, eyes rolling upward as he buries his nose in the hollow at the base of my neck. He scrapes his fangs against my collarbone as he thrusts out and back in so rough, the countertop shakes. He’s so thick and hard, every inch of him tantalizing me as his scent fills my senses. My fangs punch from my gums as I imagine biting him and taking that perfect, ruby rich blood.

I can’t. I won’t. I promised.

Furyon supports my ass with one hand, sliding the other up between my shoulder blades with a possessive snarl. He rocks his hips again and again and again, my pleasure driving higher. Orgasm rushes through me like a tidal wave, radiating from my core outward as I jerk in his arms. Cries fall from my lips like prayers, and he never stops the brutal, punishing rhythm.

He fucks me through two orgasms before slowing down. I gasp for breath as I fall onto my elbows, staring up to where he stands between my thighs. His big chest heaves, pale eyes locked onto mine as he moves both hands to my knees. Spreading me wide, he stares at where he’s still buried to the hilt inside me. His lips curl into a lascivious grin as he moves slowly out of me, then back in.

Cum drips from my slit and down my ass crack and he watches the entire thing.

“We made a mess, city girl,” he murmurs. “And I ain’t done with you yet.”

The following morning, sunshine streams through Furyon’s bedroom window, highlighting his smooth charcoal skin and the silvery tattoos covering it. I blush, thinking back to having my mouth on every inch of him last night. Damn, that sex was…exceptional. Connected, hot, experimental. All the best things.

“You ready for round two, city girl?” He rolls his hips as he stretches long, an obvious erection tenting the fabric over his lower half.

“Hells yeah,” I manage at the same time a sound crashes from the front room.

He and I shoot out of bed at the same time as his front door slams and a woman’s voice drifts back to us.

“Furyon! You home? I need⁠—”

I peek out from the doorway as he throws on a pair of jeans and joins me. Right there in his living room stands a gorgeous half-dressed human woman, hair mussed as she holds a spatula in one hand.

She blanches white and throws both hands up. “Oh gods, sorry, you have company. I didn’t, I mean, I was out of pancake batter and shit. Fuck. Sorry!” She spins on her heel and dashes out the front door before either of us can say a word.

Furyon laughs and turns to me. “Didn’t get a chance to introduce you. That’s my neighbor, Tryst. Lives about ten minutes thataway.” He points toward the mountains.

I roll my shoulders, suddenly uncomfortable. Crossing my arms, I look at him. “She usually shows up half naked?”

Furyon’s eyes spring wide, then narrow. He puts both hands on his hips. “Lemon Knox, are you jealous?” He chuckles and grips my chin. “Tryst ain’t nothin’ but a friend. She’s a single mom, and while she’s lovely, she’s a damn mess most of the time. I’ve known her for five years, and there’s never been a thing between us.”

“Of course,” I say smoothly, but inside I’m a jumble of emotion. Last night was great, but he and I aren’t like…exclusive or anything.