10. J’orn
10
J’ORN
J’orn burned for her. His cock was pulsing behind the prison of his flight leathers— aching with need and yet she didn’t want him.
Shouldn’t have tasted her, he told himself.
Not that he’d gotten very far—his tongue had barely dipped into her soft little slit before she was demanding that he stop. But it had been enough to get the flavor of her pussy honey. And her taste—as well as her sweet feminine scent—was fucking addictive.
Stupid, he told himself savagely. Stop acting so stupid. You’re going to have to accept that she doesn’t want you!
But Goddess-damn it, he was certain they were meant to be together! Every fiber of his being longed to Claim her—to make her his and Bond her to him forever! It was so fucking frustrating that she didn’t feel the same way!
Still, he couldn’t force her love. For now, all he could do was escort her to the resort she was staying at and be sure she was safe. Then he needed to start following the leads he had to find the kidnapping ring that was taking women.
Even if the woman of his dreams was nearby, he still had a job to do.