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He rose to his feet and approached me, and I had to crane my neck to meet his affectionate gaze. My heart skipped a beat. If he tried to nuzzle or kiss me, I wouldn’t resist. Maybe I wanted him to. Maybe I hoped he would go a bit further and…

“May I carry you to bed, sweet one? I would very much like to carry you upstairs. I would also like to hold you for a while before you go to sleep. Or perhaps you will allow me to hold you while you fall asleep?”

Warmth flowed through me at his offer. “Okay, that sounds really nice, actually,” I whispered in a shaky tone. For some reason, my throat burned with emotion, and I was having difficulty speaking.

He wasted no time in lifting me in his arms, and I wasted no time in leaning my head against the soft fur that covered his sculpted chest.Thump thump thump. His steady heartbeat lulled me into a peaceful trance.

When he lifted me higher, then leaned down to nuzzle his nose to mine, I melted.

Chapter19

MASTORR

I saton the floor next to Liv’s bed while she showered. Knowing she was naked on the other side of the door with water cascading over her body made me ravenous to claim her.

I took deep breaths in an effort to calm myself.

Patience. I needed to keep showing her patience.

She deserved to be treated with tender care.

After I’d carried her upstairs, she’d allowed me to hold her in my lap for a while. I’d sat on the floor next to her bed, cradling her in my arms, savoring the closeness. Wishing the moment could last forever.

A couple of times, she’d squirmed over my hard cock so rapidly, that I thought she meant to entice me, though I couldn’t be certain. I’d held my breath during each instance of squirming, trying to suppress the feral growls that were building in my throat.

As I listened to the running water, I wondered if she would wear the same tight sleeping clothes as she’d worn last night. The image of her standing in her doorway with her clothes clinging to her small but curvy body caused my shaft to throb harder.

I released a shuddering breath and resisted the urge to fist my cock in my hand.Great Spirit, give me the strength to continue showing her tenderness without trying to maul her.

When the water ceased running, I stared at the bathroom door, eager for a glimpse of her. Thankful that she’d asked me to stay in her room for a “little while longer.” Dare I hope she would allow me to spend the entire night holding her?

Once we were mated, I would hold her every night. I would drape an arm around her and pull her close to keep her warm. To help her feel protected. The air in the communal cavern sometimes held a chill, though it never got below freezing. But I would cover her with blankets and give her the warmth of my body. For as long as we both lived, I would see to her happiness and her comfort.

When Liv emerged from the bathroom, my breath left my chest in a rush. Her damp hair was smoothed behind her ears, and her skin was flushed pink from the heat of the shower.

The sleeping ensemble she wore clung to her body just as I’d hoped, though it wasn’t the same one she’d worn last night.

“You are so beautiful, Liv,” I said, “that the sight of you fills me with awe. Everything about you is perfect. There are times I cannot believe that you will soon be mine. Yet the Great Spirit has willed it so.” I opened my arms, beckoning her to sink into my embrace. “Come and let me hold you, sweet one.”

A blush stained her cheeks as she crawled into my lap. I immediately hugged her to my chest and pressed my face into her damp hair. The strange scent that had clung to her all day was absent. I wondered about it but decided not to inquire. When I’d mentioned her strange smell this morning, she’d appeared taken aback, and I had no wish to offend her.

She fit in my lap perfectly, as though she were made just for me. And she was. Just as I was made for her. We were meant to mate. If only she would come to accept this truth. How I longed to lick her all over, to nuzzle her and kiss her, and to push (slowly, gently) into her slick mating hole. To pump her full of my seed and mark her as mine.

I inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of her growing excitement. She squirmed on my lap, pressing her bottom directly over my hard cock, and I almost roared with the pleasure of it. Was she doing it on purpose?

Without warning, she suddenly laced her arms around me, hugging me back. She buried her head in my chest, resting her ear directly over my rapidly beating heart. I’d caught her doing this twice before, and I liked to think it wasn’t an accident. I liked to think she wanted to listen to the steady (or not so steady) beating of my heart. I liked to think it helped her feel closer to me.

I stroked a hand through her damp locks, and she snuggled deeper into my embrace, hugging me tighter. A tingle raced up my inner thighs, and my cock lurched. My scrotum also tensed, feeling heavier and more sensitive than usual.

“How long have your people lived here?” She covered a wide yawn and blinked up at me sleepily. “Have you always lived here in the Cascade Mountains, or did your ancestors come here from somewhere else?”

“My people have occupied these mountains for thousands of years. As far as I know, this has always been our home. My father also told me that different races of Montikaans occupy lands far away, lands that are across oceans. Some of these Montikaans have white fur, while others have pitch black fur. When I was a child, I used to dream about hopping aboard a human fishing vessel and sailing across the ocean to search for other Montikaans.” I smiled as the memories came rushing back. “More than once, my father caught me on the edge of our territory trying to make a run for it.”

She released a brief giggle, and the sound of her laughter vibrating against my chest filled me with… sunshine.

“It sounds like you were a handful as a child. Tsk tsk. Were your brothers just as rambunctious as you?”

“Well, my older brother, Brutus, was always meant to be chief, so he spent most of his time following our father around and learning from him. That meant he didn’t have much of an opportunity to get into mischief. But my younger brother, Gorran, and I used to roam the Starblessed lands getting into trouble. Our favorite activity was throwing rocks at cabins in order to frighten the humans who were inside. Also sneaking up on camps in the middle of the night and roaring as loud as we could. Half-naked humans would bolt from their tents, frantically loading their guns, as they ran around looking for the source of the sound. Meanwhile, Gorran and I would remain hidden in the treetops watching the chaos unfold.”

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