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My face heated as doubts abruptly plagued me. I’d never pleasured a man with my mouth before, just as I’d never had a man bury his head between my thighs. I was new to pretty much everything but kissing, and even that I hadn’t done much of.

But I reminded myself that Montikaans mated for life. That meant Gorran was probably even less experienced than I was. Yet he’d found his way around my nether yaya just fine.

I pushed him onto his back and gave him a mischievous look. His nostrils flared and his body tensed as I leaned down to wrap my lips around his shaft. I struggled to fit the head into my mouth, but I finally managed and dragged my tongue over the tip, savoring the masculine taste of him.

He delved a hand into my hair as a fierce growl left him. Moving my head up and down over his enormous girth, I succeeded in taking him a bit deeper, and I kept going and going until finally the wide head of his shaft hit the back of my throat.

My lips and jaw started to ache as I sucked on his hugeness, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to give him the same immense pleasure he’d given me, though I had no idea how long it would take to make him spurt into my mouth, and I also didn’t know if he would need time to recover in between sessions.

“Cari.Cari.” He tightened his hold on my hair, and the slight jab of pain sent a delicious pang of heat straight to my center.

It wasn’t long before my clit was pulsing, and I felt my moisture rubbing between my thighs. While Gorran didn’t have any fur on his cock, the fur that covered his thighs and his lower abdomen tickled my face as I continued working over his shaft, hollowing my cheeks so I might try to take him as deep as possible, and licking up and down his shaft and occasionally swirling my tongue over the tip.

I’m sucking a big, sexy Sasquatch’s cock. Go me!

A thrill rushed through me, tingles racing up and down my spine, my scalp prickling with sensation as his hands continued to tighten in my hair.

This was really happening.

We were sharing intimacies and exploring one another’s bodies, and eventually, if the damn storm would let up, we might travel to his people’s cavern where we would be free to mate fully under the glowing lights in his alcove. He’d never told me the walls of his cavern glowed, but I’d glimpsed his home in the shared dream that had caused us both to awaken in a frenzied state, both sweltering with need for the other.

His thighs clenched and his breathing quickened, the steady growls that vibrated from his chest coming faster. And then he released a mighty roar as his shaft pulsed hugely in my mouth and his seed spurted into the back of my throat. The strong minty taste took me by surprise, and I vaguely wondered if something in his diet caused him to taste like mint or if it was a normal Montikaan trait.

I attempted to swallow all he gave me, but it was so much that some of his essence trickled out of my mouth. I flushed as I felt him touch the corner of my lips and smear it away slowly, as if he were enjoying the sight of his seed on my flesh.

I pulled away from his shaft and when I sat up, a bout of lightheadedness hit me. I took a few deep breaths and the dizziness passed just as two strong furry arms wrapped around me.

He gathered me close, cradling me in his lap, as he gazed down at me. A current of warm affection flowed into me, and I could’ve sworn our hearts were beating in the same rhythm, as though we had become one flesh.

Gorran’s eyes glowed with a tenderness that brought tears to my eyes, and I had to swallow past the sudden burning in my throat. How could I feelso muchfor a person I’d known for just a day? It seemed as though magic surged between us whenever we touched.

“Perhaps I should have told you this sooner, pretty human, but… I can feel your emotions. It’s an ability I’ve always possessed, though very few souls know about it. Just my brothers and my cousin, Axxon, and nowyou.”

Whoa. I stilled, a bit alarmed by his confession. “You can truly feel all my emotions?”

“Yes.”

“Um… can you read my exact thoughts?”Please say no, please say no, please say no.

“No, pretty human, I cannot. I can only surmise what you’re thinking based on how you feel.”

I released a long breath, relieved that he wasn’t a mind reader. “Thank you for telling me, Gorran. Is-is it a burden sometimes?” I found myself asking. “Is it difficult to feel the emotions of others? And is it an ability you’re able to turn off?”

“My father always told me it was a gift from the Great Spirit, but in all honesty, it usually feels like a burden or even a curse. Unfortunately, I cannot turn it off. If someone doesn’t like me, I know it. If someone is angry or sad or terrified, I know it. The most intense emotions will also manifest in me physically. A tightness in my chest, a headache, or a stabbing pain in my stomach.”

I started to pity him but quickly stopped myself. Or tried. “I-I am sorry,” I said. “I hope my emotions don’t bother you or—”

“Your emotions are different,” he said. “Your spiritual energy is so bright and warm, it drowns out any pain I might feel when you have a negative emotion. Or at least that’s how it’s working so far.” He paused and drew in a deep breath, a contemplative look crossing his face. “I am telling you this because I don’t want you to think I’m intentionally invading your privacy when I sense your emotions. It’s something I cannot help. But you are my sweet fated mate, and I wish to be honest with you in everything.”

I cupped his face and pressed a quick but gentle kiss to his lips, and I swore I felt him melting at the gesture of acceptance. “I appreciate your honesty, Gorran, and I am honored that you shared your secret with me.” I kissed him again.

Chapter 16

GORRAN

On our thirdday together in the cabin, the storm finally let up. When I walked outside, the snow reached just above my knees. It was still windy, however, which meant there would be parts of the mountain that contained even deeper snow.

Cari stood on the porch, a mug of steaming tea between her hands. She was still wearing her sleeping clothes, and her hair was mussed from a morning spent rolling around on our makeshift bed kissing, touching, and whispering to one another as we shared stories from our lives.

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