Page 24 of Stolen By The Beast
But it didn’t matter.
Even if I got my memories back and found out he was an alien from another planet, it wouldn’t change the fact that he was mine.
“Show me.” Karvik’s chest vibrated with a growl that had my toes curling. “Prove that you desire a monster.”
And so I did.
Leaning forward, I darted out my tongue to travel his hard length. The ivory was cool against my tongue. It was unusual, but not unpleasant.
Parts of his saroque were smooth as glass, but other parts—the carved sections—were rough against my tongue.
It was odd that the fact he had a saroque, rather than a human penis, bothered me far less than the knowledge that he’d sculpted his boner for a lost love. I tried to shove the irrational jealousy from my mind.
“Little one,” Karvik hissed. His sharp claws curled in my hair, pulling me closer.
I didn’t know what the word meant, but I liked the sexy way it rolled off his tongue.
Encouraged by his reaction, I traveled up his cold erection and slipped my mouth over the tip. I had a feeling this was one popsicle I’d remember for the rest of my life.
“Human, what are you—” Karvik stopped speaking as I took his length into the heat of my mouth.
The glow of his eyes flickered before turning an inky black.
Had he closed his eyes? I knew I hadn’t killed him, thanks to the way his chest heaved with ragged breaths.
I slid him as deep as I could into my throat, all the while slightly terrified he’d jerk his hips and pierce my throat. To his credit, Karvik remained motionless, other than the tremor that traveled through his large frame each time I slid his saroque back into my mouth.
With each stroke of my tongue, a hint of something intoxicating teased my tastebuds. My mouth watered, as if I couldn’t get enough of whatever amazing flavor exploded over my tongue.
I made a mental note to ask Karvik about it… when my mouth wasn’t occupied.
“This is…” Karvik’s voice shook, filling me with pride at how I’d affected him. “I do not know a word for it.”
“Mmm.” My hum of agreement sent vibrations traveling through the diamond-hard saroque.
“Juniper!” Karvik moaned my name, an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain.
His claws tightened in my hair, holding me still, just the tip of his erection in my mouth.
“Do not move,” he growled. “Give me a minute to gain control of myself.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I hummed in acknowledgment.
Which probably wasn’t the brightest idea, since it was the humming that had sent him over the edge in the first place.
Karvik’s hips jerked, slipping his saroque deeper into my mouth.
“I shouldn’t have allowed this.” His breathing was coming in hard pants. “The urges are too strong to resist.”
Tilting my head to the side, I looked up toward Karvik’s white skull. His eyes were still dark—too dark to read what lurked in their depths.
I swirled my tongue around the ivory rod, enjoying the play of cold combined with the heat of my mouth.
What would it be like to have him slip his cool saroque inside the heat between my legs? Just the thought sent a fresh wave of need rushing between my legs and soaking his fur.
I really,reallywanted to find out.
Karvik’s hand jerked in my hair and he released a long hiss that caused the tiny hairs on my arms to stand to attention.
