Legend's Passion by Jaci Burton Read Free Book Online

“Look around you, Dylan.” He tore his gaze from hers and surveyed the dance floor. She already knew what he’d see. The smells and sounds of sex surrounded them, permeating the entire room.
    The party had begun.
    Dylan didn’t want to look at anything or anyone but Chantal, but the sounds of moaning crescendoed even over the ear-splitting music. Various stages of foreplay or downright sex were happening all around them. People were either dancing and ignoring what was happening, or they were getting down. Right next to him a woman had straddled her dance partner. His pants were unzipped and they were going at it as they danced. Across the room one guy had his woman spread-eagled on the table and was snacking on her pussy. Another woman was going down on a guy while he leaned against the bar.
    Christ. Was this some kind of sex club?
    Chantal leaned into him. “I told you we’re a passionate lot. This happens at the parties. Since we don’t kill for sport anymore, we fuck to let off tension.” He pulled her back and searched her face. “You do this often?” She shook her head. “Never, actually. Been to the clubs before, but never…engaged.”
    “Why not?”
    Her lips curled in a teasing smirk. “I’m picky.” He liked that. “Guess I should be flattered, then.”
    “Yes, you should be.”
    Dylan searched the room looking for Noah, but couldn’t find him.
    “Where’s your brother?”
    Chantal shrugged. “Probably took off after he looked around a bit. He knew what we were going to do here. I doubt he wanted to witness it.” 43

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    “And what do you think we’re going to do here, Chantal?” Her eyes darkened, lips parted as she moved her hips against him. “We’re going to fuck.”
    That wasn’t why he’d come here. But it’s what he needed. The mission be damned, he needed to be inside Chantal. His balls were twisted in a painful knot, throbbing tight and hard against his body. His lust for her was overpowering, driving every thought away except the need to mate with her. It burned within him to the point if he didn’t take her right now…
    Oh, fuck it. Enough thinking. He shuffled her backward, off the dance floor and through the crowd, holding her close to his body and using his hands to push people out of the way. Not that anyone paid attention to them. They were too busy doing their own thing.
    He slammed her up against the wall and latched onto her lips, driving his tongue inside her mouth. She tasted of raw passion, of the same hunger that burned within him. It fired his blood, making the lust churn inside him. Soon he forgot where he was, didn’t care about the people around them, the fact they were in a public place.
    With a low growl against her mouth he tugged her skimpy little skirt over her hips and slid his fingers underneath her panties, desperate to make contact with the heat of her flesh.
    She was wet and pulsing. He rocked his palm against her sex, then inserted two fingers inside her. She moaned against his lips and thrust her tongue against his.
    Rock-hard and ready, he couldn’t stand this. Playing was one thing when he had patience. Now he didn’t have any. He withdrew his fingers and unzipped his jeans, tugging them down enough to withdraw his cock. He didn’t even ask if this was what she wanted. One look at the glazed expression in her eyes, the way her tongue swept over her bottom lip, and he knew.
    He pushed against her and entered her with a quick thrust. She cried out, the sound absorbed by the loud music. Only he heard and her cries were the sweetest music in the 44

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    place. He pushed her hard against the wall, pistoning his cock deep, feeling her pussy grip him as she welcomed him inside.
    Chantal clawed his back with her nails, scraping along the tops of his shoulders, trailing them into his hair, tugging it fiercely.
    “Fuck me,” she demanded in a low, sexy voice. “Harder.” He slammed against her, pulling back so he could