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He guided me up the stairs. He quickly stomped his wet feet on the mat, then led me into the entryway, where I paused to remove my boots, jacket, hat, and gloves. Each time I removed a clothing item, he gently took it from my hands and hung it on the coat rack.

I started to head into the living room, but he stopped me with a light touch to my arm. My pulse quickened as I turned to face him. His eyes gleamed with affection

“I enjoyed walking with you, sweet one, especially when you allowed me to hold you close.” A soft smile played about his lips.

“I-I enjoyed our walk too.” Guilt plagued me when I thought about the other cabin and my escape plans. Would it be so wrong to stay with him? Just for a little while? Well, the snow was supposed to restart soon. Depending upon how bad the storm became, I might not have a choice.

“Liv, I would like to try something.” He leaned down, until his eyes were level with mine. His pale blue eyes that were now glowing. “May I please nuzzle my nose to yours?”

My breath caught, and before reason had time to take over, I nodded and whispered, “Yes, yes, you may.”

Chapter16

MASTORR

With my heart racing,I leaned in and gently nuzzled Liv’s tiny nose. A low growl rumbled from my throat as I continued, warming her cold nose with my much warmer one. The intimacy of the moment washed over me, and my cock thickened and lifted, until my bulbous tip grazed the soft fabric of her shirt.

The delicious scent of her excitement soon reached me, though it was somewhat muted due to the strange soap she must’ve used while showering this morning. I inhaled deeply of her and my blood heated.

She placed her hands on my chest and emitted a soft sigh as I continued nuzzling her. Her fingers tangled in my fur. Great Spirit, how I loved it when she touched me.

“Mastorr,” she breathed against my face, a puff of pokklam berry sweetness. “You-you can put your arms around me. If you want to.”

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, which caused her stomach to press more firmly to my erect shaft. To my relief, she didn’t change her mind. She didn’t try to escape, nor did she try to put any space between us. In fact, she did the opposite. She stepped deeper into my embrace, rubbing herself against my throbbing cock, and released a needy whimper.

Hope blossomed inside me, rising alongside my increasing arousal. She was allowing me to nuzzle her and hold her in my arms. She was allowing me to show her physical affection. Perhaps it would not be long until she turned on all fours and took up the mating position. I prayed it would happen soon, for I ached to be inside her. I ached to thrust into her welcoming warmth.

Montikaans didn’t copulate for recreation. When we mated, it was for life. Which meant I had never claimed a female before. I wasn’t entirely sure what the area between Liv’s legs would look like, but I’d heard that human females possessed enticing folds that were sometimes covered with hair. Within these folds rested the sweet treasure that was their mating hole.

I couldn’t wait to look upon her nakedness for the first time. Couldn’t wait to lick her and bring her to the heights of pleasure—another thing I’d heard other males in my tribe talking about—before I pushed my cock inside her and claimed her as mine for eternity.

“You smell wonderful, sweet one,” I told her. I was still nuzzling her, still holding her. I never wanted to let her go. “Please do not be angry with me for saying so, but I know you are becoming slick between your thighs. Tell me, Liv, what does it feel like when you are aroused? When my cock is swollen, it feels like an urgent ache, and I long for relief. Is that what it feels like when your mating hole grows wet?”

She jerked her nose away from mine and regarded me with wide eyes, though she didn’t attempt to push out of my arms. Her face was beautifully flushed, and her hair was still in disarray from the hat she’d worn. My fingers tingled with the urge to groom her, but I didn’t want to release her yet, so I continued holding her close as I awaited her answer.

“Tell me, Liv, please,” I said, striving to keep my tone gentle. I didn’t want to be rough and make demands on her. I didn’t want to do anything that might remind her of the evil man who’d hurt her. “Please. I want to know if I am causing you to feel just as achy and urgent as you are making me.”

“Yes, Mastorr.” She huffed and gave a slight shake of her head, a frustrated glint in her eyes. “Yes, you’re causing me to feel achy and urgent. Flustered, too. Sometimes when I’m near you, I can barely hold a coherent thought in my head. All I can think about is what it might be like to kiss you or touch you. Or for you to touch me.”

Her honest answer pleased me more than I’d imagined it would. I beamed inwardly with the knowledge that I made her as excited as she made me. The calling. It was getting stronger, and I was starting to suspect she was experiencing it too.

Slowly, I lifted one hand to her hair. When she didn’t flinch, I gently stroked my fingers through her tangles. “You’ve thought about kissing me?” I asked, holding her glowing green gaze. “Truly?”

She nodded, and my heart hammered faster, my blood heating to scorching levels as my need for her built. She was my sweet one, my other half. I thought about how she used to heal injured animals. She was the most kindhearted soul I’d ever met, and her spirit emanated beauty.

My gaze fell to her lips. Only the faintest red mark remained from the evil man’s attack. But was she still in pain? I longed to try the human custom of kissing with her, but I didn’t want to hurt her. Perhaps a small, soft kiss would be all right. A mere brushing of the lips.

“Would you like me to kiss you, Liv?”

Her eyes widened and she inhaled quickly as a fresh flush spread over her face. So lovely, this half-human, half-alien female of mine.

“Yes,” she finally said. “I mean, you just showed me how Montikaans show affection, so I think it’s only fair if I demonstrate how humans do it.” She gulped hard and peered at my lips. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her mouth to mine.

Her lips were achingly soft, and I shuddered with pleasure as I allowed her to guide me. To teach me. I mimicked her movements, caressing my lips over hers.

When she slipped her tongue into my mouth, I growled as my cock swelled harder and my scrotum tensed with longing. I allowed my tongue to tangle with hers, a slow dance of desire, a gentle teasing that was full of promise. In the awkward bent over position, my back ached, but I ignored the pain. I would remain hunched over like this for the rest of my life if only she would keep kissing me.

Eventually, she pulled away and shot me a timid smile. “I can’t believe we just did that.” She flushed and released a shuddering breath, and the scent of her arousal increased in the air. “You’re a good kisser, Mastorr.”

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