Chapter 25 Furyon
Furyon
“Where are we going?” Lemon shouts over the roar of the crowd as we head to the truck.
I rush ahead and grab the passenger side door for her, offering her my hand as she rejoins me.
“This is huge, baby girl. I wanna update Echo and have her start calling the ranchers to give this a try with the cattle. If there’s even a chance this might stall the progress or halt it, we’ve gotta let folks know. ”
She nods and hops in, tucking one leg gracefully under the other. “I’ll help make phone calls if you want.”
Half an hour later, I’m endlessly grateful for her. She, Echo, the sheriff and I sit in the sheriff’s office with stacks of paper in front of us. We’re calling every rancher to let them know what we saw.
“We’re not saying it’s a fix,” Lemon says gently to a hologram of one of the ranchers on her list. “We don’t have much data other than what we saw tonight. But it gives you something to try, so proceed with caution and let us know, alright?”
The big gargoyle dips his head at her. “Thank you, Miss Knox.”
She smiles as he hangs up, then turns to me. “He knew who I was!”
Bishop Rygold lets out a roughshod laugh. “Ain’t you been all over The Gossip’s front cover these last few weeks?”
I waggle my brows at my woman, who blushes and looks from me to Echo, who’s been silent throughout the exchange.
Echo sighs and runs her hands through her shaggy black hair. “I’m done with my list. How ‘bout y’all?”
Lemon smiles tentatively at her. “That was my last one too.”
“Same,” Bishop and I confirm simultaneously.
The big gargoyle rises and stretches his wings wide, arching his back into a big stretch. “Well, ain’t nothin’ more we can do tonight, so I’m gonna head home and sleep until tomorrow. Might pray not to wake up to more bullshit, too.”
“Fingers crossed,” Echo says. Glancing over at me, she stands. “I’m gonna head home and help my father vaccinate our cattle. He’s got quite a few head to get through since we just moved ‘em all down from the high pasture.”
“Do you need help?”
When Lemon offers, Echo jolts a little bit but shakes her head. “You ever vaccinated cattle?”
Lemon blanches. “I haven’t, but honestly, I’m a quick study. If you need help, we’ll help.”
Echo snorts, the gold ring in her nose shimmying slightly. “Naw, we got it, but thank you for the offer. It’s kind.”
The sheriff crosses the room and grabs Echo, shoving her toward the door. “Can’t you see they want time alone? Git, woman.”
“Bye!” Echo hollers as she and the sheriff head for the door.
Lemon laughs and waves around at the office with its ramshackle desks stacked with case files and half-empty coffee cups. “Yeah, alone time at the jail. How sexy.” She winks at me. “Although I do believe you threatened to lock me in here the day we met.”
“Come to think of it,” I cross to her and lift her into my arms, “I promised to do naughty things to you in this jail, Lemon. You wanna get arrested, city girl?”
A moment of unease flashes through her gaze, but she slings both arms around my neck. “Yeah, but at this point, you’re officially done investigating me, right? I mean…we’re good?”
I chuckle as I stalk down the hallway at the back of the office to one of our two jail cells. They’ve been here since the early days of Pine Gulch, and they’re about as simple as it gets—just three concrete walls, a front with skinny bars, and nary a window to be seen.
I set her down and push her gently inside with a little smirk. She watches, wide-eyed as I pull the door closed, the auto-latch snapping in place.
“And the key?” She crosses both arms, one blonde brow lifting high.
“Somewhere on my person,” I say. That’s a lie. It’s hangin’ on the wall, but having her physically search me sounds fun.
She steps to the bars and grips them, pressing her breasts up against the metal enclosure. I hold back a groan at how wrong it looks for her to be behind bars. Wrong in the most delicious way possible.
“You can’t keep me locked up.” She lifts her upper lip in a vicious-looking snarl. “I’ve done nothing wrong, and you can’t prove I did.”
Oh, fuck yes. This sort of play is right up my godsdamned alley.
“I don’t need all the evidence.” I simply take a step back. “Just enough to hold you here until I get more. Although,”—I reach forward and grip the delicate neckline of her shirt, tugging it down a little bit—“you’re awful pretty. It seems a shame to keep you locked up like this.”
“Then don’t.” She reaches up and grabs the edge of her neckline, pulling it down to reveal large, taut breasts encased in pink silk, smooth enough to highlight her hard nipples. “Or better yet, why don’t you come in here and tell me what a bad girl I’ve been?”
Her fingers play at the edges of the silk, revealing the hint of areola. It’s enough to make my mouth water, and I bite my lower lip like I’m considerin’ her offer.
“Offer me something better,” I say. “Something more. I can see a nice pair of tits anytime I want.”
She raises one blonde brow in faux surprise. “Is that so?” Reaching down, she lifts the hem of her skirt, pulling it slowly upward until I get a pretty little glimpse of her matching silk panties. Growling, I take a step forward.
Lemon sighs and presses her face to the bars, slipping the panties aside and playing with her clit. “Shame I have to do this myself. I’m so fucking hot, and I want to come. This jail is no place for a sweet little thing like me.” She bats her dark lashes. “It hurts, Ranger. Can you help me?”
Gods, I know we’re just teasing, but she’s a smart woman, and she’s playing right into a dark elf’s deepest, most primal need—to protect and serve.
If this were another world, and I was another sort of elf, I’d have gone into the family business and eventually bonded to a client just like her.
I’d have covered my body in tattoos of that client so I could feel them deeply, and we’d have been connected for life.
Shit, it could have been her at some point. Lots of big potion houses hire security just like my father’s firm.
“Show me,” I say on a growl. “Wet your fingers and fuck yourself with them. I wanna see.”
She lifts her fingers to her mouth and sucks, swirling her tongue around the tips. I hold back a groan at how pink and soft it looks. Reaching down, she slides her fingers beneath the fabric and rubs slow circles over her mound.
I do growl when her pussy lips swell slightly, her clit swollen and needy-looking.
“Harder,” I command.
She lifts her chin, continuing the slow movement. Removing her fingers from her panties, she licks them again, eye-fucking me until I feel like I’m gonna lose my mind and give up on this play entirely.
“Make me, Ranger.”
Snarling, I lunge forward and grip her throat, pulling her tighter against the bars.
“Spread your legs.” I show her my fangs, a sign my emotions are high and that I’m serious as a fuckin’ heart attack. “Spread them now.”
She lifts her chin despite my hold, not moving a damn inch.
When she doesn’t comply, I shove a hand between her thighs, pressing my fingertips against her pussy.
“Now.”
“No.”
Laughing, I slip my fingers inside her channel and stroke. She’s soaking wet, coating me in wetness.
Lemon’s eyes roll into the back of her head, and she groans, mouth dropping open.
I keep the rhythm of my fingers light and soft, not enough to get her off but enough to make her hot.
She’s soaked, sweet honey dripping down to coat my fingers.
I could come like this, just from watching the way she grips the bars and rolls her hips rhythmically against my touch.
“I did nothing wrong,” she says between panting breaths. “Let me out. You can’t keep me here.”
“I’ll keep you until you come.” I move my fingers slightly faster, grinding my palm against her. My cock throbs against my thigh, leaking precum. I need to be inside her, to feel her slick walls flutter around my hard length. But she’s so close, so pretty like this.
“Furyon,” she wails. “Fuck!” Her grip on the bars tightens, her knuckles white as the ruffles of her dress sway around my wrist.
Bliss hits her, and she screams my name.
It echoes off the concrete walls, filling my mind with visions of her beneath me.
Fuck, maybe I’ll even open the cell and take her in there.
Snarling, I hold back my own pleasure as she writhes against my touch, her pussy fluttering around me.
Her cum drips down both thighs as they quake, her knees buckling.
When she nearly collapses to the ground, I reach through the bars and sling one arm around her waist. “I’ve got you, baby,” I remind her. “Let me do the work.”
She slumps against the bars, resting her forehead against them. But now that she came all over my hand, I wanna clean my woman up.
“Hang tight.” I let go of her and carefully pull my fingers from her sopping pussy. Turning and grabbing the keys off the wall, I then unlock the cell door. When I enter, she turns, chest heaving, both tits out and swollen.
Growling, I drop to my knees at her feet and shove her skirt back up around her waist. I lean forward and clean her up with my lips and mouth, reveling in the way she rests a hand on my head, soft little mewls telling me she could go again.
Well, me too, city girl.
And we do for fucking hours.