Page 52 of Unleashed

“I am sure we will,” he said, voice low. “You already found us.”

Nina was silent, staring at his fingers as they moved. Did she recall their shared dream? How she had touched his body fearlessly, without disgust. How she’d taken his shaft and caressed him, stroked him, brought him pleasure he hadn’t felt in centuries? How her mouth had pressed against his, and her tongue…

Her lips parted, and she released an unsteady breath. “I do, Vortok,” she said softly. “I remember.” She lifted her other hand and slipped her fingers into his chest fur.

Vortok’s heart quickened at her touch, and his heartstone flared.

Nina withdrew her hands, pushed aside the hides they’d been working on, and climbed onto his lap. Straddling his thighs, she returned her hands to his face and ran her fingertips over his features, touching his tusks and brushing them through his mane.

He caught one of her wrists, stilling her hand. “Think of me…as I was.”

Nina frowned, her eyes locking with his. She ran the back of her fingers along his cheek. “You are as you were, Vortok. Here,” she touched his temple before pressing a palm over his pounding heart, “and here.”

He dipped his head, moving his face nearer to hers, and closed his eyes. When he inhaled, her scent teased his senses. Gently, he lifted her hand to his face, guiding her palm to the tusks and bony protrusions jutting from his skin. “Even with all this?”

“Vortok, look at me,” she beckoned softly.

How could he deny her request? How could he deny her anything? He opened his eyes and met her gaze again.

“I chose you, all of you, as you are.” Her fingers curled over the short horns on the sides of his face. “I wantyou.” She pulled him closer and brought her mouth to his.

He did not understand how her lips could be so soft and so powerful at once, or how that relatively tiny amount of contact could produce such a large reaction in him. She’d pressed her mouth against his during their dream, but that sensation could not compare to this, could not compare to reality. His cock hardened.

Her lips caressed his, brushing lightly only to press more firmly. His shaft stiffened further when he felt the moist tip of her tongue flick against the seam of his mouth. He opened to her, and her tongue slowly slipped inside, teasing. He settled his hands on her waist and tugged her closer. It wasn’t long before he learned the movements of her mouth and matched them, conquered them.

“Vortok?” she said against his lips.

“Hmm?”

“You still haven’t had your taste, and I’m…curious to have a taste of you too.”

Nina’s words sparked something inside him, something deeper and more primal than he’d experienced even after a thousand years of being melded with a beast. It was beyond lust, beyond desire. It wasneed; a need to fulfill her, to provide for her, to lay his true claim upon her.

His straining, aching cock brushed her backside through her skirt. He shuddered, hands flexing as the beast demanded he throw her to the ground and mount her. He would not give in. To do so would harm her, even kill her if he didn’t exercise restraint. She was so small compared to him; would he be too big for her?

Vortok reached around her, fumbled for the ties of her clothing, and loosened them with his large, clumsy fingers. When the laces knotted, he could not suppress a flash of rage; he tore them apart with a growl.

He paused and shook his head, focusing on the torn lacing. Their supplies were limited, and she needed all the warm clothing she could get. They couldn’t afford to destroy anything. “I’m sorry. I will replace them.”

Nina’s body shook with laughter. “It’s okay,” she said, reaching back to undo the remaining laces on her skirt before shrugging off her chest covering. His eyes went immediately to her breasts. She climbed off his lap and stood, sliding her skirt down her legs.

She stood bare before him, even more beautiful than she’d been in the surreal, lust-hazed dream they’d shared. Vortok’s gaze traveled over her form, pausing on the patch of hair between her thighs. His mouth watered at the memory of that small taste he’d had. He glanced up to find her eyes gleaming with the same hunger, the same desire, that he felt.

He knew it wasn’t feigned. It couldn’t be. Whatever he saw in his own reflection, she sawmore, she saw past it. She saw Vortok.

“Come, Nina,” he said, holding his hands out to her.

She stepped closer, smiling at him. He grasped her by the hips and lifted her up as soon as she was close enough. She gasped as he turned her and positioned her to straddle his chest backward.

“Vortok!” She placed her hands on his abdomen and began pushing herself up.

He settled a hand on her lower back, stilling her movement, and hummed at the sight before him. Lifting his other hand to her cradle her ass, he spread her slit open with his thumbs to reveal the glistening petals of her sex. The alluring, maddening scent of her arousal struck him fully, and he tightened his grip on her.

“Vortok?”

Her voice was a distant thing as a haze of lust clouded his mind. Without another thought, he pulled her closer, pressing his mouth to her center.

Nina gasped, fingers digging into his stomach. She bucked, but he kept her firmly in place. He was careful of his tusks and horns as he ravished her sex, licking and nipping at the delicate folds, feeding on the sweet nectar it so readily provided him. She panted and moaned, and soon she was pressing closer to him, undulating against his tongue, her body taken over by instinct.

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