Page 7 of Wild for the Wyvern

“I built this house fifteen years ago but I’ve lived in the Catskills all my life.” The wyvern prompts me to get closer to her despite knowing it’s a bad idea. She’s human and has no knowledge of monsters. She passed out just from the sight of me when I carried her here. This isn’t where she belongs.

“Do you go to town much? I noticed a nice little bistro when we drove through the other day.” She wraps her arms around herself but doesn’t look at me.

A foot from her, I stop and force myself not to reach out and touch her, not to pull her back against my chest, and not to slide my hands inside the robe covering her from neck to her shapely calves. It’s pure torture. “Rialto. It’s a very nice Italian restaurant. I go to town from time to time. I’m not a shut-in, but I do prefer these woods and my home to crowds.”

“What do you do for a living?” She peeks over her shoulder.

“I trade in precious metals for exclusive clients.” Unable to resist, I run my hand from her shoulder to her elbow. There’s aninch of terry cloth between my fingers and her flesh, yet it still feels intimate.

The little hitch in her breathing increases my longing. “It sounds interesting or illegal.”

Fuck but she’s adorable. “I like it so it’s interesting to me. I assure you, it’s perfectly legal.”

When she turns, it brings her even closer. Arching her neck to look me in the eye, her lips part on the hint of a gasp. “None of this is any of my business. You saved me from myself in the woods. You’re not obligated to tell me anything. It’s only…”

My hands ache to feel all of her and my wyvern growls inside me, practically screaming for me to take her, mark her, and make her ours. I skim my thumb along her soft jaw. “I would tell you anything. Everything.”

“Is that all you want? To talk?” She leans her head against my hand and presses her lips to my palm.

The monster’s growl makes its way through me and escapes as an audible moan. “Kori, what exactly are you offering?”

Inching closer, she rises to her toes and kisses my neck. “I’m not like this. I don’t get rescued by handsome men. However, I do often need rescuing. I never go home with men I don’t know. It’s only, there’s something about you. My brain says one thing and my body says another.”

Lowering my face to her wild, wavy hair, I breathe in her scent as if it’s my last gulp of air. “Which one are we listening to?” I let my hand rest on the small of her back and ease her close enough that my painfully hard cock presses against her. “Because I think my desire is apparent.”

“Because you’re into damsels in distress? I know men like women who can’t take care of themselves. You didn’t really see me at my best today.” She stiffens but doesn’t move away.

I thread my fingers through her hair. “No. Not because I think you’re helpless. It’s deeper and very difficult to explain.Everything about you summons me.” Without explaining the entire nature of monsters, that’s the best I can do.

“Maybe you could kiss me now?” She meets my gaze with utter faith that I won’t hurt her.

Cupping her cheek, a bubble of joy wells up within me. I’ve never felt anything like it. I press my lips to hers and the rest of the world falls away. It’s only Kori and me in the entire universe.

She grips my shoulder and lifts up onto her toes again.

While I band my arm around her back, I nibble her bottom lip and run my tongue along the seam.

Her warm tongue touches mine, and she makes the most guttural deep moan. She wraps one leg around mine, pulling her center tight to my shaft and grinding forward.

The beast growls and I press my tongue inside, exploring every centimeter of her lips, tongue, and teeth. “Kori,” I mutter against her lips.

She answers with a longing cry.

Giving the tie on the robe a tug, I free it and slip my hand along her hip to her soft thigh. “I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret. I want to be a gentleman.”

Looking up at me, she stills and brushes my hair out of my eyes. “You think I’m being hasty?”

Kissing the palm of her hand, I brush my knuckles along her pelvic bone, then along her abdomen, to just under her perfect tits. “What I think doesn’t matter. I want you. I long to bury my cock deep inside you and make you come a dozen times. I want to taste every inch of you then start at the top and taste you again. But only if that’s what you want and need, sweetheart.”

The haunting sound of yearning that breaks in her throat is nearly my undoing. “I feel safe with you. Even now. I haven’t had that many places or people who make me feel that way. I know I should play coy and tell you to take me back to the resort. Still, I can’t make myself do it. I want you to make me come adozen times. I want to give you pleasure and maybe for you not to forget my name the moment I’m back in the city and you’re here.”

I wrap one hand around her ass and then the other before lifting her off the floor.

She grips me with her legs and arms, watching me with questions in those steel-blue eyes.

Passing through the kitchen, I shift her weight to turn off the stove before carrying her down the hall to my bedroom. Carefully placing her on the bed, I follow her down. “I will not forget your name, Kori Devers, or any other part of you.”

“Do you promise?” She slips her arms out of the robe.

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