Page 39 of Stolen By The Beast
Raising my eyes, I met the inky darkness in his. The glow was gone.
“I sculpted it last night as a gift for you. If you are sure you wish to bond with me, despite my inability to give you love, this is my offering to you.”
Most men gave their brides a ring, but my would-be partner was giving me a pearly white cock. He’d sculpted it with my body and pleasure in mind. It was just for me.
I may never hear him tell me he loved me, but he was trying to show me how he felt in every way he could.
It was enough.
It was more than enough.
“Yes.” A tear of joy slipped down my cheek.
“Yes, what?” Karvik’s tongue darted out, licking the salty trail left by my tears.
“Yes, I want to be your bonded. I want you to claim me as yours. I want you to be mine until the day that I die.” Laughing with happiness, I covered his face in kisses.
“If we fully bond, I may lose control. I do not know if your body can survive mating with me.”
“I’m your ride or die, monster man.”
Karvik’s teeth snapped at my clothing. “I want these outer skins removed. Let me see you like you were in the river.”
“I thought you were bored that day,” I murmured, fidgeting with the fabric.
“Far from it. I was confused by how a human could be so beautiful and why my body was responding to you like a mate.”
He’d watched me… and liked it.
This time, the warmth in my cheeks had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with desire. I wanted him to look at me with lust.
Undoing my dress, I let it pool around my waist as I watched my mate’s reaction.
Karvik stiffened, and the dark pits of his eyes seemed to travel across every inch of my skin.
One minute, I was astride his lap, and the next, I was flat on my back. The strange rattle I’d grown to love echoed in Karvik’s chest as held himself just above me.
“Touch me.”
The whispered request snapped him from his daze, and Karvik dropped his head to my breast, allowing the heat of his breath to blow across my skin.
My temperature climbed a couple of degrees, and my body sent another wave of slick desire rushing between my thighs. If I wasn’t careful, I’d end up dehydrated with the amount of natural lubricant my body was producing with wild abandon.
Karvik’s monstrous tongue flicked from his mouth, curling around my nipple in a way that had my back arching toward him.
My whimper of pleasure spurred his desire, and Karvik rocked his hips. The icy length of his saroque pressed against my belly.
I shifted my hips beneath him, using my body to show him what I craved. Him inside me. NOW.
It was my turn to make demands. “Show me how much you want me, Karvik. Show me what it is like to be bonded to a monster.”
Chapter Twelve
Karvik
Theforestwasalivewith the whisper of leaves and the gentle rustling of the trees, a symphony of nature that seemed to echo the emotions coursing through my veins.
As Juniper stared up at me, her naked body spread before mine like a rare summer blossom, the air was thick with a tension that had been building between us for several sunrises.
