Page 36 of Alien Huntsman

The command was soft, but his voice was deep, rumbling through her. With a cry, she shattered beneath him, her body shuddering.

He continued to stroke her, his lips caressing her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, as her body came down from the peak. The sight of her faze, dazed with pleasure, made his beastpurr contentedly despite the need roaring through his veins. He wanted more, needed more.

He slid down her body, leaving a trail of kisses until his head was between her legs. His fangs were aching, his cock hard and ready, but he wasn’t done with her yet.

When his tongue found her clit, her hands tangled in his hair. Her moans and gasps were the most erotic sounds he’d ever heard, and his cock twitched with anticipation.

Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, her heels digging into his back as her body tensed again. He could feel her approaching another peak, her body writhing beneath his mouth, his hands, his lips.

He tried to slip a finger inside her, but her body resisted and he groaned. She was so small, so tight, so… innocent.

That thought penetrated his lust enough got him to raise his head despite her protests.

“Are you untouched?” he demanded, and her cheeks grew even pinker.”

“I told you I wasn’t interested in anyone in the village.” She squirmed impatiently. “Don’t stop.”

Something powerful stirred inside him at the knowledge that he would be her first. And her only, if he had his way. But not tonight. He would have to prepare her first.

He dropped his head again, focusing on her clit as he slowly, carefully, worked one finger inside that narrow channel. She gasped, but her hips lifted off the bed.

“Korrin, please,” she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair.

He worshipped her with his mouth until she gave another startled cry and quivered beneath him, milking his finger with tight little pulses. His own need was driving him wild, but he couldn’t take her yet. He slowed his strokes, soothing her with his tongue until her body relaxed.

She looked up at him, her eyes dazed and happy, then frowned.

“I don’t understand. You didn’t…”

“Not tonight, love. We have time,” he added when she started to protest, and a sudden smile lit her face.

“Time. I like the sound of that.”

So did he.

She curled against him, her breathing slowly returning to normal, her body warm and pliant in his arms. Despite the persistent ache in his cock, his beast purred in satisfaction, content in a way he’d never experienced before. She was safe. She was pleased. She was his.

Tomorrow he would worry about what came next. Tonight he would allow himself to relish this moment.

Unfortunately his worries returned in full force the next morning. He sought refuge in chopping wood, swinging the axe with more force than necessary, sending splinters flying as the log split cleanly in two. But the physical exertion did nothing to quiet his mind. All he could think about was Tessa—her scent still lingered on his skin, a constant reminder of what they’d shared.

He paused, wiping sweat from his brow, and caught her watching him from the cabin doorway. She smiled softly beforeturning back inside, not demanding anything from him. Not pushing for answers he wasn’t ready to give.

His beast rumbled with satisfaction. She was perfect. Patient. Understanding.

Dangerous.

He returned to his task, methodically splitting log after log, building a woodpile that would last them weeks. As if they had weeks. As if this fragile peace could somehow stretch into something permanent.

The memory of her taste flooded his senses—sweet and intoxicating. The softness of her skin beneath his hands. The way she’d whispered his name when she came apart. His claws extended involuntarily, scoring the wooden handle of the axe.

Inside, he could hear her humming as she prepared lunch, the pups yipping happily as they played at her feet. The domestic sounds pierced something in his chest, a longing he’d never acknowledged before.

He finally set down the axe and gathered an armful of split wood. As he approached the cabin, he caught her scent on the breeze and his beast stirred again, urging him to go to her, to claim her properly.

But he couldn’t. Not yet. Not until he figured out how to keep her safe.

She looked up when he entered, her smile warming him more effectively than any fire. She didn’t mention last night, just handed him a cup of water, her fingers brushing his deliberately. The simple touch sent heat racing through him.

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