Chaotic Otherworld Tales Kelley Armstrong

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grass whispering, a breeze bringing the heavenly scent of musk, my stomach growling,tail twitching in
anticipation
Marstenshifted, his fingers accidentally brushing my hardened nipples and I groaned, my breath coming
faster.
He chuckled. Not immune to me after all, I see.
Hmmm?
He cupped his hand under my left breast, and pressed it there as my heart raced beneath his fingers.
When those fingers climbed to my nipple again, I let out a soft moan.
Sorry, I said. It s not you.
Another chuckle. If you want to tell yourself that&
I closed my eyes and saw the lioness crouch, hind quarters twitching,mouth watering in anticipation. I
could feel her excitement, pulse racing, and my own raced to match it. I moaned again, asMarsten s hand
slid up to my shoulder.
He hesitated. Either you have some strange erogenous zones, or you re right. It s not me, is it?
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I opened my eyes. It s I waved at the display. I pick things up, from the past& chaos.
Another brush against my hard nipples. And this is what happens?
Mmm, yes. My eyes closed again. Strange, I know&
Actually, no, not to me, at least.Should I stop?
Mmm, no.
A soft laugh.He unzipped my dress and tugged it off my shoulder, pulling the bra down with it. A wave
of cool air rushed over my bare breast and I shivered, backing against him as his hand went to my breast,
lips to my neck, tongue sliding over the sensitive spot behind my ear, raising more shivers. I shifted again
and he put his free hand around my waist and repositioned me on his lap. I felt his erection hard against
my rear, and pushed against it, thrusting softly. He let out a low growl and moved his lips to my ear.
Tell me what you see, he whispered.
When I hesitated, his free hand moved to my leg, pushing up my skirt, fingers tickling up the inside of my
thigh. He traced the edges of my panties,then slid a finger under it. I parted my legs to let him in, but he
only teased me with his finger.
Tell me, he said.
It s& a hunt.
Mmmm. A growling chuckle. Nothing like a good hunt.What do you see?
I told him, the words coming hesitant at first, then flowing faster as his finger slid in, moving expertly as
he thrust against me, egging me on when I slowed, my excitement feeding his. As the lioness sprang for
the kill, I felt the first wave of climax
Then he stopped.
It s still not me, is it?
Wh wha ?
His lips moved down my neck. It s insufferably vain of me, but if I m going to seduce you, I want to be
the cause of your arousal, not passive recipient.
You don t seem all that passive to me.
He laughed, but shook his head, fingers on my thigh.
I craned around to look at him. So you re just going to leave me hanging?
He hesitated,then shook his head. That wouldn t be very gentlemanly of me, would it?
Not at all.
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Hmmm.
He still hesitated, toying with the edge of my panties.
Well& ? I said.
I m trying to decide&
I say yes.
He laughed. I doubt it, and I doubt we re thinking of the same question.
Which is& ?
Control.As in, can I help you without helping myself toyou.
I stood, turned around and repositioning myself on his lap, facing him, squarely straddling him, hands
around his neck. What if I m offering?
He growled deep in his throat and reached for me, pulling me against him, hands tugging up my skirt as I
unbuttoned his pants
An alarm rang, so fast and sudden I almost toppled backward off him.
I looked around. Smoke wafted from the hall. I pictured the fire demon again, reaching for the vase of
scrolls, sparks raining from his fingertips. A few must have fallen into the vase, smoldered there and
caught fire.
From the other room came the shrieks of people hearing alarms, smelling smoke, and reacting as if the
building had transformed into the Towering Inferno. I caught the first lick of chaos and shivered, then shut
it off.
Marsten sarms went around me, pulling me back against him with a hard thrust and a soft growl. I
rotated to face him, my hands going around his neck, mouth finding his, drinking in the chaos arising
around us. Burning building? Who cared? I had a more urgent fire to put out.
Marstengrowled again, this one harsher as he pulled his lips from mine.
I hate to be the one to bring this up, but&
The building s on fire?
Unfortunately.
I slipped my hands under his shirt. How fast can it burn?
A low growling chuckle as he pressed against me. You have no idea how badly I m tempted to test
that. But I have to remind myself that you re acting under the influence of something.
Somethingother than you, you mean.
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There s that, too.
Vain, I said, poking him in the chest.
He caught me up in a hard, deep, tongue-diving, groin-grinding kiss,then put me back on my feet.
Time to go, he said, and started across the room.
Tease.
He tossed a smile over his shoulder. Just giving you something to remember, once all this interference is
out of the way.
We reached the main hall to find it log-jammed with people.Marsten hesitated, then took my arm and
led me straight into the heart of the mob. The crowd buoyed us along, and before I knew it, the cool
night breeze was rippling through my hair. I looked up, and only then, seeing the stars winking against the
city s glow, could I truly believe it.
We were out. Free.
If Tristan and his guards were here, they d be watching with dismay as the museum expelled a steady
river of white shirts and black jackets and nary a yellow dress to be found. The crowd was so thick that
even if I hadn t covered my dress, they d probably never have picked me out.
As fire engines and taxis competed for curb space, sirens and blaring horns rose above the din of
partygoers yelling for their lost spouses and friends. A few taxis managed a passenger snatch-and-grab
before the police cordoned off the area.
We let the crowd carry us across the road, where the taxis were regrouping.Marsten s grip suddenly
tightened, and he ducked sideways, nearly plowing me into a white-haired woman with a walker. As I
glared at him, a voice cut through the din.
Hope? Hope!
Don t look, Marsten muttered by my ear as he steered us into another pocket of people. Just pretend
you don t
Hope?
Douglascut between acouple . He smiled at me. There I was, bedraggled and dirty, hair flying
everywhere, wearing a tux jacket, running from a burning building, and he only smiled, as if I d just
popped back from the buffet line.
TheBairds have invited us for drinks, he said.
I stared, the words not penetrating, certain I was mishearing and somehow the din around us had turned
Oh my God, are you okay? into an invitation for post-inferno cocktails.
I I have to go, I said finally. The the paper.The fire. I need to
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Oh, you ll need to write it up, won t you? He smiled and winked. For a cause, I d go with
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