Chapter Sixteen – Jacob

They raced down the mountainside, Harlan’s dragon skimming the tops of the trees as he flew. In his arms, Avery trembled, not from fear, but from the thrill of flying on a dragon. Something few people alive would ever be able to claim to have done. As she threw her head back and laughed, Jacob laughed with her. They had done what they set out to do, and soon this whole episode would be over. Then Jacob and Avery would be able to get on with their new lives together.

Wherever that may be.

Familiar landmarks rose up out of the night; they were approaching his house. After they showered and had dinner, they could make their way down to the sheriff’s office and make their statements, before they went to arrest Chief Banner.

He would go with Avery every step of the way. He’d be by her side if she needed him there. And if she didn’t, he’d cheer her on from the sidelines.

“Hold on tight,” Jacob advised Avery as the dragon put his great big feet out in front of him and raised his wings to slow them down. They landed in one piece, in front of his house, where they had set out from only two days ago. But so much had happened in those two days. So much that had taught them how to work together.

When Harlan folded his wings by the side of his body and bent his leg, Jacob slipped down off the dragon’s back to land on the ground. Avery followed, falling into Jacob’s arms as she landed.

“My legs are refusing to work,” she said as way of an apology.

“Why don’t you go and soak in the bathtub while I make dinner?” Jacob held her close until she was steady on her feet.

“I am not going to argue.”

Harlan turned his head to watch Avery and Jacob, who was sure the dragon was smiling. “Thank you, Harlan. I owe you one.”

The dragon closed his eyes and nodded, before rubbing his scaly head against Avery’s hand. Then he stepped away from them, and launched himself into the air, circling them once before racing at full speed back across the mountains.

“He was in a hurry,” Avery commented.

“He has a date with his wife, and he’s late.” Jacob grinned. “And Fiona is not the kind of woman you keep waiting. Not on a date.”

“Is Fiona a shifter too?” Avery asked as she followed him on stiff legs to the front door.

“A dragon.”

“So he’s not like the last dragon or anything?” Avery asked in awe.

“No, there is a family of them. They live in the next valley.” He pointed across the mountain.

“Cool neighbors. I thought I was lucky having a bakery owner living next door who always supplies me with leftover cakes.” Avery wearily climbed the porch steps, and they went inside, where she immediately dropped her backpack on the floor. “I’m going to have to crawl up the stairs.”

“I’ll carry you.” Jacob lifted her effortlessly into his arms, and strode toward the stairs before Avery had a chance to protest.

“I’m not a damsel in distress,” she chided him.

“I know. But you have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to help you over the last couple of days, but I knew you didn’t need it. That you could look after yourself. Please, let me do this one thing for you.”

Avery settled back against his chest. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

He chuckled, and looked down at her. “There are plenty of other things I’d like to have done too.”

“Such as?” It was a leading question, and she knew it. Avery looked up at him through her eyelashes, a tinge of pink coloring her cheeks, evidence of the heat spreading across her skin.

He reached the top of the stairs, and stood still, his breath coming fast. Then he lowered his head and captured her lips with his. She tasted sweet, with a hint of honey that made his bear go crazy. However, this was not the time for bears, this was the time for humans. For a man and a woman to get to know each other more intimately.

She returned his kiss. And it wasn’t a chaste peck-on-the-cheek kiss, this was a full-blown, I want you in my bed kiss. Her hands encircled his neck, her fingers coiled around tendrils of his hair and grasped them tight, as if she never wanted to let go.

Jacob hesitated, not knowing what to do. Should he take her to the bathroom, or to his bedroom? Did she want this to go further? Or did she want to take it slow?

“I need a bath,” she whispered in his ear. “Or maybe a shower.”

She slipped her hand from his neck, and moved it down over his chest, and lower, then she reached down much lower and stroked his cock. His knees nearly gave out, but there was no way she would bring him to his knees, not when he was carrying such precious cargo.

Jacob shifted her weight in his arms, and with a deep guttural groan, headed for the bathroom. Avery slid out of his arms, keeping close contact with his body as she stood on her own two feet in front of him. He gazed into her eyes, cupping her head in his large hand and kissing her sweet lips once more. He couldn’t get enough of her. The last couple of days had been an agony of self-control, but now that he’d let it slip, he needed to claim her.

Her teeth grazed his bottom lip, driving him crazy, and he roughly unzipped her coat, and shoved it off her shoulders, while his tongue quested for entrance into her mouth. She let him in, sucking on his tongue, her teeth grazing it as she removed his jacket and threw it to the floor. They matched it each, removing each other’s clothing in a frenzy of need.

Only when she stood before him clothed in her panties and bra did he pause, and take a step back. He wanted to look at her, devour her body with his eyes, before he tasted every part of her with his mouth.

“Are you looking at my ass again?” she teased, before turning around and slipping her panties down over her thighs.

“I most certainly am.” He stepped forward, closing the space between them, and placed his hand on her round cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. Avery leaned back against him, and rested her head on his shoulder, tilting her head back and offering her lips to him.

Jacob brushed her hair back from her neck, and kissed her sensitive skin. He wanted to tease her, to make her want him. As his right hand stroked her ass, his left hand stroked her stomach, moving higher, to cup her breasts through the lacy fabric that still encased them. Her bra had to go.

With fumbling fingers, he unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Using the palm of his hand, he chafed her nipples until they were hardened buds, before rolling them between his finger and thumb. Avery sagged in his arms, her mouth open as she gasped for air.

Claiming her mouth, he became the air that she breathed, robbing her of her senses. She writhed in his arms, her ass pushing back on his cock, moving in a circular motion to stimulate him until he thought he would explode.

Maneuvering them toward the shower, he relinquished her breasts for a moment while he switched on the water. Lifting her, he placed her down under the hot jets, and reached for the soap. He was going to massage every inch of her tired body.

As he lathered the soap, Avery reached for the shampoo, and washed her hair, then she leaned back under the jet of water and rinsed it off, before applying conditioner. He watched her, enjoying the sway of her breasts as she raised her hands to her hair.

He’d never wanted anything so much in all his life. Swallowing down his own desire, he soaped her body, starting with her neck and her shoulders and then working his way further down, paying particular attention to her breasts. She bent her head and watched him, her hands plunging into his hair, as he knelt before her and soaped her inner thighs.

Teasing her, he moved closer to the center of her need, before sliding his hands away. Avery inched her feet apart, opening herself to him, inviting him in. Jacob teased her some more, he couldn’t resist seeing how far he could push her. But it was a torture in itself. His cock hardened painfully; he needed to be inside her.

At last, he slipped his hand between her thighs, his thumb rubbing against her clit, making her whimper. Back and forth, his fingers gliding across her sex, while his thumb circled her clit before he leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the tortured bud.

“Oh, please. Right. There,” she cried out as he licked and sucked her clit, while his fingers entered her, stimulating her inner walls, until at last she could hold out no longer and she came. It was a beautiful sight, Jacob looked up through the jets of water cascading down her body. Her mouth was open, in a silent Oh, her head thrown back, and her body moving in rhythm with his fingers.

As her orgasm passed, she looked down at him, and placed her fingers under his chin, encouraging him to stand. “Fuck me.”

Jacob switched off the water, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, then he grabbed one for himself and flung it around his hips. Taking hold of her hand, he led her from the shower.

“Here.” She indicated the chair in the corner of the bathroom, which she pushed him toward, her fingers on his chest as she made it clear he was to sit.

In one fluid movement, she straddled him, guiding him into her sex, and lowering herself down onto his hard shaft. Jacob closed his eyes and let himself experience every minute detail as she slipped down onto his cock. She was tight, her inner muscles strong as they gripped him. The friction was incredible, skin against skin, warm, wet, slick.

Avery impaled herself on his cock, before lifting herself up once more. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she steadied herself and then slid back down to take him inside her. She found a rhythm, her hips circling, her body rising and falling. As slowly his senses returned, Jacob cupped her breasts in his hands and licked them, his tongue flicking over the hard buds.

Avery reacted to this new stimulus, her hips bucking, as she rode him on toward the inevitable end of this journey to pleasure.

When she came, her inner walls gripped him tight and she milked the seed from him, his essence flowing into her. Jacob put his hand on her shoulders, and lifted himself up, grinding his hips into her. She took all that he offered and left him begging for more.

Begging for an eternity with her by his side.