Page 12 of Gentle Giant

I nodded. “Yes, and your arousal is the most enticing aroma I’ve ever inhaled.” My fingertips tingled to stroke her hair again, to rub the softness of her locks and observe as the sun-moss illuminated each individual strand. But I kept my hands to myself as I waited for the fear to leave her eyes.

“Look, I’m not going to mate with you, so you might as well forget about it. I’m not taking my clothes off and I’m sure as hell not getting into that mating position you talked about. Nope, not going to happen.”

Confusion swept through me. “But you desire me, just as I desire you. The Great Spirit has led us to one another. You are meant to be my female. Forever. Mylifemate.”

“Sasquatches mate for life?” She shook her head. “Um, sorry, I know you’re not called Sasquatches. What did you say your people were called again? I-I can’t remember.”

“We are Montikaan, and yes, we mate for life.” Happiness brimmed in my heart at the prospect of making Hailey mine and keeping her for all time.

“Are you going to force me?” She blinked rapidly against a sudden sheen of tears. Her abrupt sorrow saddened me, and I hoped I could calm this particular fear of hers.

“I will not force you, sweet human,” I finally replied. “I swear it. But it is my hope that you will offer yourself to me, that you will take up the mating position and beckon me to thrust into your slick…folds.” I couldn’t remember the English word fora female’s mating hole. I would have to speak with Axxon. He might know.

“You truly won’t force me?” Some of the fear faded from her pretty dark eyes.

“I promise. Remember I vowed that I wouldn’t hurt you? I meant it with all that I am. May the Great Spirit strike me down if I ever cause you pain.” I scooted closer to her, though I didn’t reach out to touch her just yet.

“What about other… Montikaan males from your tribe? Will any of them try to force me to mate with them?” She cast a nervous look toward the arching exit of this cavern room.

“None of them would dare to touch you.” I seethed at the very idea of another member of my tribe trying to claim her before I had the chance. For a brief moment, I pondered whether a male desperate for a mate might try to steal Hailey, but I soon brushed away the possibility. “Among my people, males experience acallingto court a specific female. The male will bring the female gifts and spend time with her, and eventually the female will turn on her hands and knees and offer the male the use of her… mating hole. At that time, they join their bodies as one and become lifemates. It is the way of my people, as it has been for thousands of years."

HAILEY

Mating hole.I flushed at the terminology despite how ridiculous it sounded. I didn’t dare correct him. What was I supposed to say?Oh, by the way, Mr. Sasquatch, the correct word is pussy or vagina or… well, I supposed there were a lot of words that would sound better than mating hole.

But relief spread through me because he’d promised not to force himself upon me. Not only that, but he claimed that no other male in his tribe would force me either. There was still the matter of my escape and getting back to civilization, but at least I wouldn’t have to worry about a Sasquatch claiming me against my will.

A knowing look entered Brutus’s eyes. He rubbed a hand over his face and glanced at the exit. “I am a fool,” he blurted, taking me by surprise. “I will return soon. Stay here.”

With that, he rose from the bed and stalked to the exit, and I found myself staring directly at his sculpted butt as he departed the room. The pulses affecting my center became stronger and I pressed my thighs tightly together, hoping he didn’t smell me. I still couldn’t believe he could detect my arousal. Talk about embarrassing. And super inconvenient. How the heck could I keep from lusting after him if he always strutted around buck naked?

I flushed as I recalled the enormous size of his erect manhood. A quiver rushed through me. Just as he would always know when I was aroused since he could apparently smell me, I would always know when he was excited. There was no hiding a dick that big. Hell, even if he wore pants, I bet I’d see a serious bulge happening.

A laugh bubbled up from my chest at the mental image of Brutus wearing pants. Oh man, I might be officially losing my mind.Move over, Aunt Shirley and Mr. Moo Moo, there’s a new sheriff in town.

I hopped off the bed and walked around the room, trying to work up the nerve to peek into the hallway, or to wherever the exit led. I saw glowing moss-covered walls outside but not much else. He’d told me to stay right here, but I had no idea how long he would be gone. And besides that, nature was calling.

Where did one pee in a secret Sasquatch cave?

This time, I laughed aloud, not caring if anyone heard me. I looked at my phone and frowned when I noticed it was almost out of charge. No signal either, but that was no surprise. I shoved it into the pocket of my bathrobe and departed the room, resolved to go exploring.

What I found surprised me. The hallway outside the bedroom led to four other slightly smaller rooms. One was obviously used for food storage and preparation, while the others were filled with random human belongings. Rustic décor, clothing, shoes, and… a toilet. Hm. Was it working?

After a brief examination, I realized the toilet emptied somewhere. So, I finished my business and found myself laughing again when I discovered toilet paper as well. Brutus had very obviously raided a cabin or two, and there was a part of me that thought it was sweet he’d put so much effort into preparing for my arrival.

In a corner near the toilet, there was a sink that featured a steady stream of water flowing into it that trickled down from a hole in the cavern wall. I eagerly rinsed off my hands and face, then dried myself on the edge of my bathrobe.

Alrighty. Time to do some investigating.

Once I reached a wide arching entryway, I peeked into the main cavern. But I just as quickly jumped back inside Brutus’s cave-apartment. In the distance, I’d glimpsed dozens of Sasquatches moving about, and my heart raced with nerves. How many of Brutus’ kind lived here?

As I listened, I heard them speaking to one another in a strange language that consisted of lots of grunting and clicking noises, though sometimes the words sounded almost human even if I couldn’t understand the meaning.

I dared another peek into the vastness of the cavern but screamed when a large hairy body blocked my path. A tall male who looked very much like my captor stared down at me.

What would happen if I just walked out? If I strolled out of the cavern and into the open forest? Would anyone stop me? I had no idea where Brutus had gone and when he would return. Maybe now was as good a time as any to escape.

“Hi there,” I said with a friendly smile as I waved up at the Sasquatch.

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