Page 123 of Carnal: The Beast Who Loved Me

“I love it when you do that.”

He rolled to her side, but left his arm over her waist. Giving her a light squeeze, he repeated, “Mine.”

“You sound like a caveman, Carnal.”

“I’m not a man, Rosie. I’m a beast.” He brushed his nose against her ear, which managed to tickle and arouse her at the same time. “A beast who loves you.”

She could hear that Carnal’s purrs were becoming rhythmic as he grew drowsy.

She shook him. “Oh no you don’t.”

“What?” He opened one eye.

“You’re not going to sleep yet.”

“I’m not?”

She smiled and scooted down the bed. She nudged Carnal to lie on his back, then began caressing his loins and upper thighs with her lips. His claws protracted and he dug them into the mattress. She could see there were going to be chicken feathers everywhere, but she didn’t care.

“What are you…?”

He didn’t finish that sentence before she licked his impressive length from base to head, never taking her eyes off his. He jerked and snarled quietly. When she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, he parted his lips like he was mesmerized.

“Carnal,” she said softly. “Has anyone ever done this for you before?”

He shook his head no as his purring resumed, louder than before. She could feel the vibrations in her fingers where she held his cock.

Knowing that she was the first gave her a jolt of pleasure that she hadn’t expected. By the time she took him into her mouth, his erection was massive and he was visibly straining for control. His pupils were dilated, eyes hooded as he watched with fascination. She stroked and licked and hummed her own satisfaction with the sight and sound of his enjoyment.

Suddenly he pulled away and moved so fast she couldn’t process what was happening until she found herself on hands and knees with Carnal leaning over her back.

He grabbed a fistful of curly hair and pulled her head back so that he could breathe into her ear when he said, “Mine.”

He entered her from behind in one thrust, causing her to gasp both in surprise and delirious delight. She cried out his name as he plunged forward roughly, creating the most delicious friction she’d ever experienced.

After a second mind-numbing orgasm, Rosie put out the lamp and lay facing Carnal. He was petting her by rubbing his hand up and down the side of her body, looking like he couldn’t stay awake a minute longer. With eyes half closed, he said, “Can I go to sleep now?”

“Sleep.” She cupped the side of his face with her hand.

He turned his face into her hand and kissed her fingers. “Mine,” he said as he drifted off.

“Yours,” she whispered in reply.

She watched Carnal sleep, looking forward to every flash of lightning that would make his face visible for a second or two. Knowing what she’d be facing with the coming day, she steadfastly refused to waste a second of their last, and only, night together sleeping. She nestled closer into his body. He threw an arm over her and pulled her in without ever waking up. That, as much as anything, was her proof beyond any doubt that she’d been loved.

She allowed the rest of her time to play out as it had originally with no interference. She stayed as close to Carnal as she could, trying to at least keep him in sight. She tried to soak in impressions and burn them into memories that would have to last for however much life she had left.

Whenever she thought about what was coming, she had to fight back the impulse to double over in pain. By the time the newly formed army was ready to leave, she wasn’t sure whether another day with Carnal had been a blessing or a curse.

When he kissed her goodbye at the munitions plant, she held onto him like a vice grip, not being able to get her fingers to release their hold on his vest. He had to pry them away, saying, “Don’t worry, Rosie. It’ll be over soon. Then we’ll have our whole lives ahead of us.”

She knew he could see tears forming, but she made herself smile through it.

He grinned. “See you soon.”

She stood in the rain on the desert plain looking south for the first sign of the allied contingent. When they appeared on the horizon, she knew the countdown had begun, that it wouldn’t be long until Carnal’s spirit would leave the corporeal realm. Unmoving, she watched as the Exiled left the humans waiting and advanced toward the Rautt.

Under camouflage, with no one the wiser, she watched Carnal perform his deadly errands with dispassion, not caring that he slaughtered dozens of Rautt in their beds, wishing only that he’d killed the one that would lie in wait in the haystack instead of the other way around.

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