Page 58 of Live Love Lasso

“I don’t need all the evidence.” I simply take a step back. “Just enough to hold you here until I get more. Although,”—I reach forward and grip the delicate neckline of her shirt, tugging it down a little bit—“you’re awful pretty. It seems a shame to keep you locked up like this.”

“Then don’t.” She reaches up and grabs the edge of her neckline, pulling it down to reveal large, taut breasts encased in pink silk, smooth enough to highlight her hard nipples. “Or better yet, why don’t you come in here and tell me what a bad girl I’ve been?”

Her fingers play at the edges of the silk, revealing the hint of areola. It’s enough to make my mouth water, and I bite my lower lip like I’m considerin’ her offer.

“Offer me something better,” I say. “Something more. I can see a nice pair of tits anytime I want.”

She raises one blonde brow in faux surprise. “Is that so?” Reaching down, she lifts the hem of her skirt, pulling it slowly upward until I get a pretty little glimpse of her matching silk panties. Growling, I take a step forward.

Lemon sighs and presses her face to the bars, slipping the panties aside and playing with her clit. “Shame I have to do this myself. I’m so fucking hot, and I want to come. This jail is no place for a sweet little thing like me.” She bats her dark lashes. “It hurts, Ranger. Can you help me?”

Gods, I know we’re just teasing, but she’s a smart woman, and she’s playing right into a dark elf’s deepest, most primal need—to protect and serve. If this were another world, and I was another sort of elf, I’d have gone into the family business and eventually bonded to a client just like her. I’d have covered my body in tattoos of that client so I could feel them deeply, and we’d have been connected for life.

Shit, it could have been her at some point. Lots of big potion houses hire security just like my father’s firm.

“Show me,” I say on a growl. “Wet your fingers and fuck yourself with them. I wanna see.”

She lifts her fingers to her mouth and sucks, swirling her tongue around the tips. I hold back a groan at how pink and soft it looks. Reaching down, she slides her fingers beneath the fabric and rubs slow circles over her mound.

I do growl when her pussy lips swell slightly, her clit swollen and needy-looking.

“Harder,” I command.

She lifts her chin, continuing the slow movement. Removing her fingers from her panties, she licks them again, eye-fucking me until I feel like I’m gonna lose my mind and give up on this play entirely.

“Make me, Ranger.”

Snarling, I lunge forward and grip her throat, pulling her tighter against the bars.

“Spread your legs.” I show her my fangs, a sign my emotions are high and that I’m serious as a fuckin’ heart attack. “Spread them now.”

She lifts her chin despite my hold, not moving a damn inch.

When she doesn’t comply, I shove a hand between her thighs, pressing my fingertips against her pussy.

“Now.”

“No.”

Laughing, I slip my fingers inside her channel and stroke. She’s soaking wet, coating me in wetness.

Lemon’s eyes roll into the back of her head, and she groans, mouth dropping open. I keep the rhythm of my fingers light and soft, not enough to get her off but enough to make her hot. She’s soaked, sweet honey dripping down to coat my fingers. I could come like this, just from watching the way she grips the bars and rolls her hips rhythmically against my touch.

“I did nothing wrong,” she says between panting breaths. “Let me out. You can’t keep me here.”

“I’ll keep you until you come.” I move my fingers slightly faster, grinding my palm against her. My cock throbs against my thigh, leaking precum. I need to be inside her, to feel her slick walls flutter around my hard length. But she’s so close, so pretty like this.

“Furyon,” she wails. “Fuck!” Her grip on the bars tightens, her knuckles white as the ruffles of her dress sway around my wrist.

Bliss hits her, and she screams my name. It echoes off the concrete walls, filling my mind with visions of her beneath me. Fuck, maybe I’ll even open the cell and take her in there. Snarling, I hold back my own pleasure as she writhes against my touch, her pussy fluttering around me. Her cum drips down both thighs as they quake, her knees buckling.

When she nearly collapses to the ground, I reach through the bars and sling one arm around her waist. “I’ve got you, baby,” I remind her. “Let me do the work.”

She slumps against the bars, resting her forehead against them. But now that she came all over my hand, I wanna clean my woman up.

“Hang tight.” I let go of her and carefully pull my fingers from her sopping pussy. Turning and grabbing the keys off the wall, I then unlock the cell door. When I enter, she turns, chest heaving, both tits out and swollen.

Growling, I drop to my knees at her feet and shove her skirt back up around her waist. I lean forward and clean her up with my lips and mouth, reveling in the way she rests a hand on my head, soft little mewls telling me she could go again.