Free Amber Fire by Lisa Renée Jones Page A

with his tongue. Expertly, he used his free hand to get rid of one of her boots. In a matter of seconds, he’d freed one of her legs and lifted it over his shoulder. His mouth settled over the V of her body.
    â€œJareth, I . . . oh . . .” His fingers slid inside her; her fingers slid into his hair, holding him in place.
    He smiled as he lapped at the sweet cream of her arousal, long languid strokes of his tongue tracking a path along her sensitive folds, his fingers mimicking sex until she was pumping against him, riding his hand. She was holding her breasts, touching them, pinching her nipples. He was thick with arousal, watching her touch herself, her face shadowed with the blissful ache of pleasure. Soft sounds of pleasure poured from her lips, until she cried out and stiffened, clenching his fingers with her muscles, hot and tight, as she spasmed around him. He licked her through the ride, took her with his mouth, with his fingers. When she sighed and calmed, he eased to his feet, their eyes locking, holding.
    She opened her mouth to speak; he kissed her into silence and turned her to face the bed. Kicked a foot-high stepping stool into position and put her on top of it, lifting her fine white ass in just the right angle. Devoured her with his eyes. His balls tightened, blood rushing through his cock as he spread her wide and inspected her swollen, wet lips. He needed one more taste. He kneeled, and licked her up and down. She gasped with the unexpected intimacy of it; her knees almost gave way. Jareth steadied her, kissing a line beneath one lush butt check before standing back up. Ready for her. So damn ready.
    Anticipation charged through his body a moment before he slid his erection along her dripping wet heat. Teasing them both with several long strokes along her core.
    â€œJareth, please,” she begged, looking over her shoulder. “I want—”
    He pressed the head of his cock past her lips and she cried out. He dipped a little deeper and pulled back, a little deeper and pulled back, resisting full penetration. Making the tension last, aware of his limits. Aware that the minute he felt her fully consume him he would be wild; he could feel it building inside him, feel the want and need. He thrust hard and deep, straight to her deep center, burying himself to the hilt. Pleasure ripped through his limbs. Jareth tilted his head back with a silent roar of ecstasy, of feeling her wrapped around him.
    Then, unexpectedly, the primal cat in him roared to life—the sudden tingling of gums, a warning that his teeth were extending. Claim her! The words rang out in his mind, over and over, an insatiable desire. He wanted to bite her, to bond with her, to make her his mate for all of eternity. There was no logic to it. She was human. He could not mate with a human. But yet, he wanted to, needed to. Jareth had to have her.

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    J areth thrust into Amber, burying the mating instinct in the hard strokes of his cock inside her. Never had a woman created this urge in him. Never had he burned to claim a mate. He pumped into Amber, trying to sate the need with the hard ride of hips against hips. Burying his face in her neck, he caressed her breasts. Filled himself with the enticement of touching her, tasting her. Silently willing himself not to bite her. Not to mark her.
    He palmed her ass a moment before he wrapped himself around her, framed her body with his, his hand resting over her stomach. He aligned his cheek to hers. “I am not a stranger,” he whispered again, turning her lips to his for a long, drugging kiss. Then he pumped hard into her. Pumped again and again. Faster, deeper, burying the urge to claim her in the sweet recesses of her body, until she clenched around him, milking his cock with the intensity of her orgasm. Her orgasm set off a volcanic eruption in him. His body exploded, shaking violently, and again the urge to mate overwhelmed him. His teeth extended, barely scraping her