His Darkest Embrace (Jaguar Warriors 2)

Her voice trailed into silence and Jagger’s hands slowly made their way up to her shoulders, where he caressed and massaged her. He bent low and whispered along her skin near her ear. “What do you wish, Skye? Tell me, and if I can make it come true, I will.”

Jagger felt her shudder violently as he spoke, and her energy faded as she collapsed against his body.

“I wish I was normal. I wish that I was anywhere other than in the jungle. I wish I’d never heard of the fucking portal or the eagle legacy.” She pushed against him and he looked down into eyes that had darkened several shades. Jagger’s heart began a slow, heavy rhythm, one that danced the beat of seduction.

It was crazy. Where his mind was going. What he wanted to do.

The world was going to shit, the entire jungle was filled to the brim with otherworlders gunning for their asses, the portal had come up missing, and yet all he could think about was making love to the woman that he held.

“What do you wish?” he asked once more, his voice gone low, rough.

“I wish that I could be that girl …” She paused and inhaled shakily, her fingers splayed against his chest. He watched her closely, his stare intent. The air around them changed, sparked with the energy their bodies were creating. It felt like a blanket of nerve endings had just been laid across his entire body.

Jagger knew he was on the cusp of something life altering and he was more than ready for it. Everything that he’d ever done had brought him here. To this moment. With this woman.

Skye Knightly belonged to him fully, even if she didn’t know it yet.

“That girl?” he prompted, barely able to get his words out.

Skye nodded. “The one who has her happy ending.”

The denim blue of her eyes shimmered as she regarded him. Her expression had changed. No longer was she sad, broken.

Her arms crept up his chest to circle his neck. She stood on her toes and he could feel her heart racing, beating in tandem with his own. The need to take her, to claim her as his, rushed through him so violently, Jagger’s eyes blurred and the familiar burn of his animal ripped across his flesh.

He closed his eyes briefly, trying to control the raging desire and need that threatened to engulf him.

“Couldn’t we, for this moment, pretend we’re somewhere else?” Skye’s voice was thick and her breath against his neck was doing crazy things to his body. Jagger groaned loudly and his hands gripped her shoulders hard.

“We could,” he managed to get out. His body was on fire with such need it was painful. The erection between his legs was crushed against her abdomen and as she pulled at him, trying to get closer, he hissed.

“You’re fucking killing me, Skye.” His eyes blazed, the green depths morphing into a darker hue, one tinged with the glow of feral desire.

“Good,” she said as she pulled him down toward her.

Jagger resisted. His mind was a mess of thoughts. “Are you sure?” he said hoarsely.

“I want you,” she said simply, her voice tremulous. “I don’t care about anything else right now. I need to forget everything.” Her hands wound their way into the thick hair at his nape. “Can’t you help me forget?” she whispered hoarsely.

“Once I claim you as mine, there will never be another.” His hands grabbed her face and he cupped her jaw between them gently. “Do you understand? For a warrior there can only be one.”

Her eyes were closed and she rubbed against him seductively, eliciting another hiss from between his lips.

His face darkened and he tightened his grip on her face. “I will kill anyone who touches you.” He shook his head as his skin continued to burn. “I will never let you go.” His statement was a warning, whether she knew it or not.

“Shut up, already,” she said roughly, and the look in her eyes as they flew open took his breath away. “And kiss me.”

Chapter 23

Her lips opened beneath his and when his tongue slipped inside, each pass pulled deep into her gut, enhancing the ball of need until it was a shivering mass of desire.

The ache between her legs intensified and she groaned into the warmth of his mouth as she encircled his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her pulsating center into him as hard as she could.

But it was not enough. The ache only grew in intensity and she felt her body swell, deep within the folds of her sex, heavy with need.

When his mouth left hers and trailed a line of fire down to the hollow at her neck, she closed her eyes and her head fell back, limp and vulnerable. She felt the wetness of his tongue against her skin and she wrapped her hands into the silky length of his hair again, pushing herself up at his mouth. “Christ, you taste so good.”

Jagger’s voice wa