Page 38 of Stolen By The Beast
“Of course I do.” Karvik barked a laugh. “You should know that.”
I brushed his cheekbone. “You left in the middle of kissing. I thought maybe you just enjoyed learning about humans, or maybe you liked my taste, but that you weren’t into the kiss.”
Karvik snorted. “I despise humans and have no interest in them. But I am interested in how your mind and body works.”
“So the kiss didn’t mean anything to you?” I could barely speak the words, and was terrified to hear his answer.
“Should it mean something to me? I do not know what you are asking of me, little one.” His growl of frustration sent a flock of nearby birds fluttering into the sky. “If you are asking what I think of kissing, I find it strange and pleasurable. I have not felt that way since I ate fruit that had fermented many hundreds of moons ago.”
Was he saying he’d felt drunk from our kiss? The glow in my chest matched the golden glow of his eyes. “Then why did you leave so abruptly?”
“Because I was losing myself to your touch. I wanted more, and it was not the right time. If I hadn’t stopped then, I would have risked hours of pain.”
My brow furrowed. “Pain? Why would you be in pain from a kiss?”
Karvik turned his massive antlered head away from me and looked out over the river. “I am a creature driven by instincts. One of the strongest is the need to mate. Once lust is stirred in me, I must release that energy or face many hours of pain as I wait for it to subside.”
“Were you in pain after I…we, uh…”
Karvik broke in, easing my discomfort over saying what we’d done out loud. “I had expected to be in pain since I did not experience release with your mouth. But with your taste in my mouth, I was too distracted to feel the pain.”
My stomach clenched, and I squeezed my thighs together to ease the sudden ache between them. That tongue of his was the stuff of daydreams…
“It is odd that my taste increases your desire to mate, stirring a burning need in you, while the cream you gifted me helped to calm the monster lurking inside me.”
My brain was still busy replaying that night, but his words finally sank in. “What do you mean about me getting hornier? Is that what I tasted when I licked your saroque?”
“Yes. When aroused, the males of my kind excrete a chemical that increases the mating pleasure for the female. It also helps to prepare the female’s body for the roughness that often comes when a male loses himself. It would not work on you unless you were already aroused and wishing to mate with me.”
He had a built-in aphrodisiac to increase my enjoyment? There was no way I wanted to return to the land of humans.
“I have something for you.” Karvik’s claws ran through my hair.
“Okay?”
“I need your assistance to show you.” Karvik’s voice was so low I almost missed what he said.
“How can I help?” I prepared to stand, but Karvik grabbed my hands and pulled me onto his lap.
“I need your touch to arouse me.” He moved my right hand to hover over the bulging pouch that housed his saroque.
I couldn’t have gotten wetter faster unless I’d been tossed into the river.
He couldn’t know how many times I’d wished to see it again. Or how many times I’d longed to explore his body, but had been afraid of being rebuffed.
With more eagerness than was ladylike, I slid my fingers along the slit that hid his saroque.
“Ancients!” Karvik hissed, his bulge jerking.
It took only a few strokes of my fingers to turn him on and cause his saroque to push from the pouch.
I ducked my head down to lick the hard length, but stopped as my eyes noticed the design.
This wasn’t the same design I’d traced with my tongue a few nights before.
This was far more intricate. It was twelve inches long and had a slightly more rounded tip than it had before. My fears of having my insides pierced eased a bit. It reminded me of the intricate artwork carved in ivory elephant tusks in medieval times.
“Karvik? Your saroque-cock is different. Is that supposed to happen?”
