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ARIZONA
What happens when you play tug-of-war with a pig?
Pulled pork!
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Tears streamed down my cheeks as I clung to the porcelain throne, struggling to calm the nausea churning in my stomach.
My long hair was pulled away from my sweaty face, and a wet cloth was pressed against my forehead. I hadn’t heard anyone come in, and I glanced up expecting to see Rezkac, but instead, I met Zon’s worried eyes. He’d dragged me from the museum, and we’d had incredible sex, but his gentle thoughtfulness was a surprise.
“Zon?” I rasped.
Zon didn’t answer, but he gave me a soft smile. He brushed his free hand down my cheek, carefully studying my face. Opening his mouth, I thought he was going to talk to me, but with a frustrated growl, he snapped his mouth shut and ground his teeth together.
“It’s okay. Don’t push too hard. I can’t imagine trying to get used to human communication while at the same time trying to learn a new language. It will come with time.” I didn’t know how much of what I’d said he’d understood, so I rested my hand against his thigh, hoping to calm him.
Even that slightest touch sent warmth through me, and not just sexual desire, but also a reassurance that I wasn’t alone. It was exactly the type of reassurance I needed, because my life had gone from monotonous drudgery to apocalyptic chaos in about two seconds flat.
I wasn’t sure if I still had a job.
I’d nearly died.
I’d been drugged ancient with fairy dust.
I’d slept with not one stranger, but two.
Two men were claiming that they belonged to me due to a priestess’ voodoo, and rather than seeing that as an alarming red flag, my heart and body seemed to agree.
I was also the prime suspect in the bombing of my museum. Which might be why my confused and stressed-out mind had formed a crush on Detective Jack Oliver, only to remind me it could never work out between us. How had I gone from a one-man type of woman to trying to collect them all?
Scariest of all, I was beginning to believe that magic was real. Because either I learned to believe in magic, or I had to accept that I’d officially lost my marbles.
Staggering to my feet, still clasping the sheet against my body, I closed the toilet lid and moved to the sink. I brushed my teeth and rinsed several times before gargling with mouthwash. When I finished, Zon caught me in his arms and sat down on the side of the tub, cradling me in his arms. The anxiety and tension eased from my body.
Everything would work out. I wasn’t weak, and I wasn’t alone.
Just as I felt relaxed enough to go back to bed, Zon’s hand moved to the top of the sheet, gripping it hard. With a sharp yank, he pulled it away. I fought the urge to cover myself as he drank in the sight of my naked body. There was something thrilling about the way he’d gone from comforting me to craving me.
Zon’s hand brushed along my ribcage, cupping my breast and kneading it gently. He teased my nipple, causing it to harden. I moaned, and his eyes locked on mine. The air left my lungs in a whoosh as his pupils flickered and shifted into reptilian slits. It was terrifying and weirdly enough, sexy-as-heck.
Maybe I did need my head checked.
He leaned down, nuzzling my neck and breathing in my scent in slow, deep breaths. There was something predatory about the way his mouth pressed against my jugular. It was yet one more thing that should have been disconcerting, probably even terrifying, but my body found it perversely sensual.
Moving down my neck and chest, he stilled at my chest. My breasts ached for his attention, and my stomach knotted in anticipation of his touch. I was being hunted by a predator, and dang! It was exciting!
Zon took mercy on me and his tongue curled around my nipple. It was the faintest of touches, but it sent molten lava scorching through my veins. I arched my back, begging for more, and with a laugh, Zon eagerly complied. His mouth latched onto the hardened peak of my right breast, sucking and teasing, while his hand cradled my neglected left breast, gently massaging it.
I moaned, my body quickly becoming wet with need. There were a thousand things I needed to be doing, but I couldn’t remember a single one with his mouth ravishing me.
I reached out, running my hands down the lines of his abs… and lower. My hand bumped against his erection, and it did not surprise me to find he was hard as a steel rod.
Wrapping my hand around his erection, I smirked when he jerked in my hand. In retaliation, Zon’s teeth nipped my breast. Our desire escalated into a frenzy of tangled limbs, erotic kisses, and groping hands.
“Zonnnn.” I moaned his name as his finger delved inside me, testing my wetness before inserting a second finger and then a third.
Zon teased and stretched, drawing me to the brink of release, only to slow at the last second and deny me. It was maddening and addictive.
