Page 70 of Live Love Lasso

After Cairn disappears toward the front with his tray and equipment, I slide both hands around Lemon’s waist and grip her ass, grinding her against my cock. I’m hard, feeling possessive, needing my woman. Not to mention that the tattoo’s magic is winding its way through my system, which means I feel her in ways I couldn’t before. It amplifies my natural ability to read her.

She’s hurt. Emotionally. Putting on a happy face and feeling better than earlier.

Her pain produces a near immediate response in me as my muscles start to pop and stretch. It shocks me, the way my hormones react to push me into my larger, more dangerous form. I start to grow taller and broader, my protective side pushing the physical growth.

Lemon’s eyes go wide as she grabs my shirt. “Furyon. Oh my gods, this room is not big enough for a large form dark elf.”

Not to mention I need to be careful since Cairn just finished the tattoo, and I don’t want to stretch it while it’s healing.

I grit my teeth to get my emotions back under control. I don’t need to give Lemon more shit to deal with. But it’s a struggle not to let my bigger form free to wreak havoc on the rest of the fucking Denton clan. Fuck those assholes.

Problem for another day.

“Get the hells out of my shop!” Cairn shouts from the front. “Go take the edge off. Y’all are choking me in pheromones, and I’ve been single for too long. Git the fuck out!”

Snapping my fangs at another male’s command, I duck and lift Lemon up over my shoulder, opposite the tat ‘cause I know not to fuck with that too much for the next couple hours.

Cairn jerks his head at me as I pass the front desk and grab my credit card. I sign my name on the receipt and leave with my woman over my shoulder. Outside, I drop her carefully into the front seat and lean in, biting her shoulder softly.

I need to take her pain and banish it so fully, that haunted look doesn’t come back into her eyes. That’s what we’re gonna do…right fuckin’ now.

Lemon

“I can’t believe you got a tattoo of my face.” I run my fingers over the iridescent silver lines as Furyon’s muscles pop.

He grits his jaw as the edges of his lips curl upward. “I’m yours. Seemed fitting.”

I slide my hand through his elbow and grab his thigh. The muscle moves smoothly beneath his jeans. When I slide my hand up higher, moving it to the bulge between his legs, he growls.

Damn, I’m gonna soak his front seat if he keeps that up. I can tell he’s mad about what Father said to me earlier. And I know we’re likely to discuss it more, but he seems pretty damn determined to take my mind off it. And I’m just as anxious to forget all the fuck about my godsdamned father and my stupidhead brother.

Furyon growls again. “Baby, you keep thinkin’ about them, and I’m gonna Hulk out and start smashing something. Godsdamn, I didn’t expect to feel you this deep, Lemon.” He pats the tattoo carefully, like he wants to rub it but knows he can’t. He’s a dark elf… He’ll heal fast. But I wonder if it’s tender.

I lean over and sink my fangs into his exposed shoulder, careful not to push venom into the bite. Even so, his hips buck, and he lets out a deep, needy groan, swerving off the road. Red dust clouds rise up around the truck as I slide halfway into his lap, careful to avoid touching his pectoral muscle and the fresh tattoo there.

There’s something about knowing he chose me, that he put me on his skin, that has me ready to go wild.

Furyon swerves off the road again as I bite my way up his shoulder to his neck, sucking blood to the surface of his beautiful dark skin. He grunts, tightening an arm around my waist as I grind along his thigh. The friction sends heat swelling through me in anticipation of what’s coming.

I’m not even looking at the road, so thank fuck Furyon has a hold on me because I’m not ready when he slams the truck to a stop. He throws it in park then shoves his mouth onto mine with a heady snarl.

His mouth is everywhere. He’s biting at my lower lip and sliding his tongue along mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth with such force, I’m lost under his onslaught. I’m practically limp in his arms as Furyon takes every inch of my mouth.

Pulling away from him, I reach down and shove his jeans open. His cock springs up, bobbing obscenely toward me. Gods, I want it. I bend down, sucking the tip into my mouth and laving it softly.

Furyon moans when I slide my tongue around his crown, admiring how thick and hard he is. I’ve always loved giving head, but doing this with him might be my new favorite thing. The way Furyon moans and hisses? Perfection. And when he grips the door handle, claws digging into the leather? I could almost come just from the sight of him losing control.

Almost.

Humming around the tip, I sink further down until my nose nestles in the thick black pubic hair around his base. Gods, I love a man who keeps things tidy but still has hair. There’s something so obscenely masculine about it.

“I’m about to embarrass myself,” he growls, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me slightly off his dick.

With an answering growl, I surge forward and take him to the base again, sucking my way rhythmically back off him.

“Godsdamn it, woman,” he hisses, gripping his cock as he thrusts up into my mouth. “If you’re determined to make me make a mess of this truck, keep goin’.”

“I’m determined.” I look up with a smile. “Splatter your seed everywhere, Furyon. On my face, on my tits. All over the steering wheel. I want to taste it.”