Page 31 of I'm Not Your Pet

I glared at him.

He frowned. It was kind of a comical expression on his face—considering all the teeth. Almost made him look fucking terrifying—if I hadn’t known he was a giant teddy bear.

“Huu-goh come,” Roark repeated, slower this time.Growlier.

With a sigh, I gathered my blanket and trudged barefoot across the short distance that separated us. Inside me, the “something” that had itched celebrated. The floor was chilly against the pads of my feet. Icy cold. Like it leached the warmthaway with every careful step. My heart beat erratically as I stood at the edge of the massive mattress, trying to figure out why I was as elated as I was.

Roark patted the bed again.

I hesitated, but only for a moment.

Apparently Roark had had enough of my shenanigans. Because the next thing I knew he’d wrapped his arm around me and yanked me effortlessly through the air. His body was solid and warm beneath mine, the mattress impossibly soft as my toes brushed against it.

I squawked, more than a little surprised by the manhandling as Roark grumbled to himself and arranged the blankets he hadn’t put on earlier around the both of us. The bed was cushy. Squishy. Comfortable. A bit harder than the bed he’d given me, but nice all the same.

Roark’s thick arm wrapped around my middle. He arranged my limbs using a few slithery little tentacles that erupted from his skin. When I was exactly as he wanted me to be, he pulled me in tight, his hot breath tickling the back of my neck as his half-chubby cock pressed against my ass cheek. It was fucking huge. So big it was hard to believe it was a single dick at all.

I’d been such an asshole today. And I knew he didn’t deserve that—and that I should give him an apology. I wanted to beat myself up about it. Wanted to tear apart every little thing I’d done wrong. But I just…

Christ, he was comfortable. And safe. And—and—I felt…god. For the first time in weeks I felt seen again.

Too tired to care anymore, my eyelids began to droop.

This was the first time Roark had let me into his bed. And something loose within me settled. Like for the first time in my life I was exactly where I was meant to be—with who I was meant to be with.

The festering faded.

My ire melted away.

“Huu-goh,” Roark murmured. It was just my name. I’d heard it a thousand times before. But…I’d never heard it spoken so softly. Like it was a full fucking sentence. Like it meant something to him—like he was…thanking me somehow.

Like Roark was as relieved as I was that things had shifted between us.

Maybe he’d been…lonely too?

Roark stroked that big warm palm down my spine, soothing me like he had earlier, that strange rumbling purr in his throat starting up again. Only this time we were pressed so close together it vibrated my whole body, made my lashes flutter, and my limbs go limp. Like a whole-body massage—damn.

I was asleep in seconds, despite the alien dick pressing against me. Roark didn’t move to get himself off, seemingly content to lie stationary behind me as I rested easily for the first time in three long years.

He pulled me tighter.

He was warm, warm, warm.

I dreamed of galaxies, stars, and tentacles.

Roark never let me go.

Huu-goh was…more than I ever could’ve expected. And though I was delighted with the course of events that had transpired the night before, even I could recognize that I was out of my depth. Things had shifted between us. And I didn’t know how to react to that.

This was what I’d been hoping for.

But it was also my first time having any sort of feelings for another person. And I was completely in over my head.

The feelings I had been having had only grown stronger after touching him. After the line that I’d drawn between us had been scuffed out entirely by his sweet little hips.

I found myself thinking about him even more now, as I extricated myself from bed and headed into the bathroom to begin my morning ritual—earlier than usual. That alone made me anxious. I rarely, if ever, deviated from my schedule.

But my mind was reeling, and I just?—

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