Page 21 of Yasmin and the Yeti
The trip to the market had been enlightening in more ways than one. The alien town had been a chaotic, noisy place filled with beings of every possible shape and color. She’d seen furry males, both large and small, a massive male with horns and red skin, and several strange, insectoid aliens that scuttled about on multiple legs. But she hadn’t seen any other humans. Was she the only one who’d been taken?
“Yasmin,” he said at last.
“What is it? What’s bothering you?”
He hesitated again, then gently touched her cheek.
“Hooman.”
It took a moment for her to recognize the word, then her breath caught.
“You knew?” He quickly shook his head. “Then how?”
He moved his arms up and down, mimicking the four-armed male who’d tried to buy her.
“The trader knew,” she whispered. “That means there are more of us.”
Her knees started to tremble and he immediately reached out to steady her, but then his hands hovered uncertainly over her waist. Did he not want her now that he knew? She immediately dismissed the thought. The desire to touch her was in every line of his body. She put her hands over his guiding them to her waist, his touch anchoring her—anchoring both of them she suspected.
“I guess I’m not really surprised,” she said. “It didn’t seem likely that I was the only one. But why does it bother you so much?”
He studied her face, clearly trying to understand what she was asking him, then raised a careful hand to her face.
“Yasmin look hoomans?”
“That’s what’s upsetting you? You think I want to leave you and look for other humans?”
He gave a quick nod, his glowing eyes hopeful and afraid.
She considered the idea, then immediately discarded it. She was right where she wanted to be. She understood the uncertainty in his voice now. He thought she might want to leave him. Herheart ached for him, for his fear that she would leave him as his sister had done.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said firmly.
“You stay?” he repeated, his deep voice hesitant.
“Stay. Here. With you.”
She leaned forward and kissed him, putting all of the longing she’d felt since the last kiss into the press of her lips against his. He froze for a long moment before his arms wrapped around her, pulling her so close she could feel the warmth of his body, even the rapid beat of his heart.
His mouth opened eagerly beneath hers and he groaned, a low, desperate sound that made her own heart race. She slid her tongue into his mouth, exploring him. His fangs were sharp and dangerous, and the knowledge of that danger made her heart pound, even as she trusted him to keep her safe. He growled again and his tongue tangled with hers, his taste flooding her senses. He tasted like the snow and the mountains and something indescribably male. Her nipples tightened, aching for his touch as liquid heat gathered between her thighs.
She moaned, pressing her body against him as she let herself go, let herself savor his touch, his taste, the feeling of his big, strong body against hers. She could feel the huge ridge of his erection pressing against her stomach but when the kiss finally ended and she looked down, there was nothing visible beneath his fur.
“Where…”
She blushed, unable to complete the question, but he seemed to understand. He gently took her hand and guided it down to his erection, then pressed her fingers at the base. His cocksprang free—a huge purple column that glistened in the firelight, perfectly smooth except for a wide ring of darker skin around the base.
“Oh my God.”
He shook his head, misunderstanding her words.
“Kotra.”
She reached out a tentative hand, and he shuddered as her fingers curled around the thick shaft. She couldn’t resist a quick stroke, delighting in his shiver of response.
“I like it,” she whispered and he groaned again.
Without warning, he stood, lifting her effortlessly in his arms. The sudden movement startled a small gasp from her, but there was no fear in it—only anticipation. He carried her across the cave to the bed platform, his steps slow and deliberate, giving her every opportunity to object.
