Sky Hunter (Skybound) by Sutherland Fae

Author:Sutherland, Fae [Sutherland, Fae]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2013-07-22T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

“Have I mentioned how fucking hot you look as a woman?”

Jeret grinned and glanced over his shoulder as Dagan locked up the warehouse entry behind them. “I always knew you were a pig. Put on a tight skirt and too much makeup, add a gun and suddenly I’m your type of girl.” He dropped down into the nearest chair to yank off the boots. He was pretty sure whoever had designed them was a masochist.

Dagan grabbed the chair by the arms and spun it around to face him. Jeret’s breath hitched now that he was staring directly into those nearly jet-black eyes. “Jadikira, you’ve been my type of anything since the minute I saw you in that tavern.”

Jeret’s throat went dry and he told himself to keep that statement in context. Dagan meant sexually, that was all. Not anything anything. Letting his head spin in that direction was just asking for too much trouble. He was already knee-deep in more messes than he could count. He didn’t need to add hitching his heart to Dagan Nu’aim to his list of mistakes.

He smirked, leaning a bit farther back in the chair. “I bet you say that to all the girls.” He lifted one bare foot to nudge his toes against Dagan’s crotch and the hard bulge under his pants.

Dagan groaned at the touch and reached down to curl his hand over Jeret’s foot, holding the arch against his cock. “I bet I don’t.” He leaned in to kiss him hard and possessive.

It was the possessive that got to him, the same sort of fire that he’d recognized in Dagan’s eyes in Gren’s office. He’d thought at first it was some sort of righteous anger, like how dare Gren want to touch the prince. But that wasn’t it at all. When the kiss broke and their eyes met, Dagan’s burned with possessiveness in a way that made Jeret’s stomach clench. What was wrong with him, thinking a man being a possessive ape was sexy? But on Dagan, fuck, it really was.

“I’m not yours,” he whispered, fingers burrowing into Dagan’s hair.

Dagan’s expression was amused and unconcerned. “Who are you trying to convince, Highness? Me or you?”

Before Jeret could retort, Dagan was kissing him again and had pulled him out of the chair. Instead of heading for the ship, though, Dagan must have decided the couches were closer. A minute later they were tumbling back onto one, Jeret sprawled atop Dagan’s broad chest.

God, he kissed like the fucking devil. Jeret couldn’t breathe, let alone think, which he suspected might be Dagan’s plan. If so, it was working like a charm.

There was something incredibly wicked about the way Dagan’s hands felt on his newly bare thighs, sliding under the tight, too-short hem of the dress. He felt exposed in a way he never had before, and it was an unexpected turn-on to feel so accessible. Dagan encountered no obstacles as he slid his hands higher—until he reached the snug underwear designed to keep Jeret’s bits hidden away.

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