Page 29 of Maid for Her Snow Beast

I delve my tongue deeper, cannot get enough of her taste.

“Torben!”

I latch onto her and suck.

She screams.

There’s a relentless chime that I tune out so I can pay attention to Val’s responses to my touch.

But when I hear a strange voice, I stop, immediately alert.

Clarity cuts through the fog of lust clouding my mind.

It’s the mayor. And the entire chamber of commerce. “What is the mayor doing on my property?”

“Oh my god, the luncheon!”

Luncheon? Does my mate wish to eat? I should have thought of sustenance before I wear her out.

She scrambles up from the tangle of blankets and cushion that comprised our love nest. My mate should be on her back with her thighs enveloping my face, crying out in pleasure. I should be driving my tongue in her hot pussy, tasting every bit of her as she writhes in bliss.

Instead, she smells of worry and anxiety. I growl at the source of the irritation. The damned town can be swallowed by the rift for all I care.

“Don’t be mad at them, Tor. I’m the one that confirmed their appointment to meet here a couple of days ago. A-ha! There it is!” Val finds the little slip of fabric she calls underwear and steps into it.

She is already dressed. Too many clothes on my mate. I wish to remove them.

Val tsks. “Oh my god, Tor, how in the hell am I supposed to get changed and ready without them seeing me?”

I gaze down at her, inspecting her as she seems to need. “You look beautiful, my love.”

“That’s not the point. I don’t want them seeing me like this. It’s unprofessional.”

“I see.” I don’t see. But humans have their own form and structure, and I file away some of these quirks for future research. “What do you need?”

“I just need to get to the cottage. Wash up. Change. That will take me five minutes, ten minutes max. I’ve done that before between job.” She pauses her pacing. “I mean, not that I’ve done this before, just the changing uniforms and clean up part.”

She flails her hands and hops a little. She reminds me of a cute baby bird. I keep that observation to myself.

“I can go up through the greenhouse, right? Maybe you can distract them? That way they won’t notice I’m late?”

I take my mate’s precious face between my hands. “You have nothing to fear and nothing to explain to anyone. You are mine now, and the lady of this house. The luncheon starts when you deem it to start. They will wait if they wish to partake. If not, they can leave.”

Her eyes grow large with each word I speak. Questions flicker over her expressive face, one after the other. Not for the first time do I wish for a mating ring or bracelet so I can be attune to her feelings.

I’ve come to understand her just a little bit better than the first night; I know that she’s not as fragile or as easily to offend as I once thought. Perhaps she won’t hold my rough words against her.

“Okay,” she says. “There’s some things to unpack there, but okay. I’m not freaking out.”

“Good. Now just speak what you need, and the house will provide.”

“What, like, a portal to my room in the cottage so I can get ready in peace?”

Before she finishes speaking, a portal appears for her.

She stares at the portal unmoving. “What? How?”

“Would you like a lesson in portal theory and quantum mechanics, or would you like your shower?”

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