Page 61 of Stolen By The Beast
And I would embrace the light.
Chapter Nineteen
Juniper
“Karvik!”Isquealed,treadingwater as I searched for my mate.
Even after living with him for almost a year, I was surprised by how stealthy a beast his size could be.
Something brushed against my leg beneath the water and I stifled my scream. I resisted the urge to swim away, not wanting to give Karvik the satisfaction of knowing he’d finally managed to scare me.
There was another brush, this time against my inner thigh. What was he playing at?
The distinct flick of his tongue against my slit had me bobbing wildly. I likely would’ve drowned if his large claws hadn’t guided my thighs over his shoulder.
Karvik moved us toward shore until my body, waist up, was out of the water, but kept most of his his underneath. Only the top of his head and antlers broke the surface.
I was astride his shoulders like we were preparing to play a game of chicken with an opposing couple…
Except we were alone in a lake so far from civilization.
Oh, and except for the tiny detail that I was facing the wrong way.
A position that put Karvik’s skull against my already aching core.
Which my bonded used for his advantage…and mine.
He rocked the hard planes of his skull against me, teasing me in a way he knew I loved. Most girls got a guy with one great bone.
Mine had two that he enjoyed pleasuring me with.
Satisfied with my moans and quivering thighs, Karvik plunged his tongue inside me. It wasn’t a gentle exploration. No, Karvik was rough and used the textured surface to create an amnesia-inducing friction. That wasn’t an exaggeration.
The last time he’d done this—which was yesterday—I’d forgotten my name. It was odd that I still remembered his. Maybe because I’d been screaming it over and over like a super fan at a football game?
Pleasure began to build, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I never did. Karvik didn’t mind and considered it a testament to his ability to satisfy me.
Closing my eyes, I let the world fade away and focused on the incredible sensations of my lover’s tongue stroking deep inside me.
Wobbling, I grabbed his antlers to steady myself. A smirk curved my lips when he groaned.
Karvik wasn’t ticklish, but I’d been delighted to discover his antlers made him horny. He hadn’t found my joke amusing, but that’s only because we were still working on his sense of humor.
I brushed the pad of my thumbs against the polished surface of the antlers, trying to keep rhythm with Karvik’s tongue.
With each stroke, my stomach grew heavier with need. The pleasure built until it twisted my insides, and I was almost afraid to give into my release.
My heart thundered in my ears and the lake had probably risen an inch with the amount of wetness my body kept sending between my legs.
“Stop fighting it,” Karvik rumbled, gently grasping my hips and lifting me slightly.
The white of his skull dipped just beneath the water’s surface as he shifted our positions, moving so that I was sitting astride his face.
The textured ridges and curves of his skull and large canine fangs pressed hard against my aching slit.
Parting his mouth, his tongue shot up inside me. At the same time, he ground his skull against me and his claws used the motion of the lapping waves to rock my hips.
Karvik’s breath hold was impressive, and he only came up for air a handful of times. Each time his skull broke the surface, I whimpered his name.
