Page 25 of Stolen By The Beast
“So hungry.” His words were spoken through gritted teeth.
If he was hungry, why had he left the bear? There had to be plenty of meat on a bear that size.
We should probably turn the extra meat into jerky and use the skin for blankets or shoes. Excitement unfurled in my chest. Look at me becoming all outdoorsy. I could totally do this!
“Hurts.” Karvik was talking more to himself than to me, but I tried to focus on what he was saying.
What hurt? His side? I hadn’t had the chance to ask about his injuries with the distraction of his saroque down my throat.
“Sorry, little one,” he croaked, his left hand moving to stroke my cheek.
Huh? He had nothing to be sorry for…
In the blink of an eye, Karvik yanked me from his lap. The next instant, air whooshed from my lungs as my aching back connected with the mossy forest floor.
“I need to eat.” Karvik’s skeletal antlered head loomed over me, and ice trickled through my veins.
Was he actually going to give into the monster he kept telling me he was, and turn me into a snack?
I should have struggled, but although my brain was screaming that he was a predator about to feast on his prey… my body burned with desire for him.
That made me pause. If I was getting turned on by being eaten by a monster, I was clearly into some kinky crap. Maybe it would be best if I never got my memories back.
Being eaten took on a totally different meaning when Karvik shifted his position. Lowering his head, his bony nose pressed against the soaked piece of fabric between my legs.
The light friction of his skull against my most sensitive bits had an unbidden moan escaping my lips.
“Let me taste you.”
I barely heard his words over the erratic thundering of my heart. Soulmates had to be real. It was the only logical explanation for why my body was burning as though it were on fire.
How else could I explain a need so strong I felt sure I’d die if I didn’t feel his touch?
Deciding I could be embarrassed over my wanton behavior later, I shifted my hips to give Karvik better access.
“Please,” I begged.
Karvik didn’t bother asking twice. His claw slid under the fabric of my thong, slicing through it. When his knuckle brushed against my sensitive bare skin, I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out at the shock of pleasure.
The monster looming over me bent down to press the nose of his hard, polished skull against my heat. Over and over, he drew in long breaths as he nuzzled my slit.
With each lungful he drew in, Karvik gently rocked his muzzle against me, creating a friction that had lust coiling inside me, begging for release.
Pull it together, Juniper. You can’t come apart the first second he touches you.
“Your scent has grown stronger. Is this creating pleasure for you?” Karvik’s curiosity over my body had eased some of the tension from his voice.
“Yes,” I whimpered, trying to resist the desperate urge to rock against him.
“I see,” Karvik murmured.
His clawed hands reached up to grab my hips, pulling me tighter against his smooth skull. Using his grip on my hips, he rocked my aching core against him. Hard.
I cried out as pleasure and my need for release twisted my insides into knots.
Karvik breathed deep, enjoying the inferno he was stirring in me. His warm breath was a sensual touch of its own as it blew across my skin.
Once. Twice. Three times Karvik ground my hips against his hard skull and it was more than I could handle. My orgasm ripped through me, and my screams of pleasure sent the birds in the overhead branches fluttering away.
