His Darkest Embrace (Jaguar Warriors 2)
Nico stopped his pacing and the two warriors stood in silence, listening to the comforting sounds of the jungle. Each deep in thought.
“I need to hunt,” Nico said suddenly.
Jagger watched the warrior slide into the darkness and then he went to Skye. He pulled her against his chest and settled in to rest. Tomorrow they would head out in search of the Cave of the Sun.
His thoughts turned to his enemies and he snarled softly into the night. He would not hesitate to kill any who stood in his way.
Chapter 16
Skye was awake long before Jagger. Her head hurt, her throat was dry, and every single muscle that she owned was either sore or cramped.
But she didn’t dare move.
Being held by the tall warrior, tight against his chest as if she were a breakable, a china doll, was like heaven. Well worth any of the other discomfort.
She let her hand trail a soft path across the width of his shoulders, admiring the intricate tattoos that marked him as jaguar.
How weird was that? Had she lost her mind?
Maybe she had. But, hell, it just felt so right.
She sighed softly and snuggled deeper into his embrace, wanting the moment to last longer than
it could.
Images danced in front of her, hazy weird things, and while she knew something profound had happened the night before, she wasn’t quite sure what it was. Skye remembered the demon, the vampire, but most everything else was fuzzy.
Her hand rested against Jagger’s chest and she could feel his heart beating steady, firm against her fingers. She turned her face and kissed his skin, her tongue slowly moving over his flesh.
He tasted wild, untamed, and she moved slightly as the softness between her legs began to pulse. It was a sinfully sweet pain, and as she continued to rub her legs together, it increased, drawing a small moan from her throat.
She could feel the response in his body, his hardness thickening against her thighs, and she smiled softly to herself. Her hand moved across the rock hard abs, up his arms, and when she looked up at his face she stilled.
Green eyes, dark and stormy, pinned hers with an intensity that took her breath away.
“Hey,” she said softly.
He didn’t say a thing. He didn’t have to.
The air stilled around them and her mouth went dry. She wanted him. That was all.
When he lowered his mouth she met him with equal fervor, her tongue sliding between his lips and attacking aggressively. The feel of his warmth was incredible and she nipped at his mouth, her tongue circling madly.
His taste was wild. Intoxicating. It pulled at her and she felt the heat rush through her body, filling her veins with liquid fire.
“I want you,” she said simply; there were no other words.
Jagger groaned against her mouth, his tongue plunging into her depths. He pulled her across his body until she straddled him, and his mouth fell to her breasts.
“Are you all right? Christ, I thought you weren’t gonna make it.” He paused as if he’d said too much. “I mean, the demon … you’re not in pain?”
“The only pain I’m feeling right now is the kind that hurts so good, it’s sinful.”
Their eyes met and held.
His were dark with need, and with a growl he pushed the thin T-shirt she wore up roughly. His hand claimed one breast while his hot mouth closed over her other nipple. He suckled the turgid peak, hard, and each pull drew a line of desire from deep within the folds of her sex.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered against her soft flesh. The stubble that adorned his cheeks was rough, and as it scraped across the sensitive skin of her breasts she moaned once more.