Page 31 of Stolen By The Beast
“Don’t bite me,” I warned.
“Never,” Karvik assured me, then added, “Unless you ask me to.”
I absolutely did not want him to bite me… yet. The ache between my legs told a different story.
Lust pushed away my fear. Placing another soft kiss on his mouth, I tentatively slipped the tip of my tongue between his perfectly straight, and far too sharp, teeth.
Karvik stiffened, his claws digging ever so slightly into the skin on my back.
It took a second before my tongue found the heat I was searching for. As my tongue slid against his, Karvik’s body shuddered.
I loved how sensitive my monster was to my touch. Losing myself to the moment, I eagerly stroked and teased, teaching his tongue to dance with mine.
Karvik allowed me to remain in control, never forcing his tongue into my mouth. The longer the kiss went on, the stronger the ache between my thighs grew as memories of the other things his nearly prehensile tongue could do.
It was just supposed to be a lesson on kissing, but my body was begging for more.
Karvik abruptly ended the kiss, gently pushing me away as he rose to his full height.
“I must go hunt.” His chest heaved as he took a halting step away from me. “Do not wander off this time.”
Without waiting for my response, Karvik strode into the woods.
What the flipping flapjack was that? I sagged to the ground, disappointment sending an arrow through my heart.
How foolish could I be? I’d been thinking we were having a moment… a very erotic moment. But maybe it hadn’t been the same for him. What if he was simply humoring me until it was time for him to move on to the next task on his daily to-do list?
Heat blossomed in my cheeks. Karvik hadn’t let me finish pleasuring him, and now he’d abruptly ended our first kiss.
Sure, he’d eaten me like I was his favorite flavor of ice cream, but what if that was all it had been for him? What if I was seeing intimacy where he was just seeing an entertaining distraction… or an actual snack?
I wanted him to want me.
I wanted him to claim my body.
I wanted him to take me over and over until I couldn’t walk, and then I wanted him to cradle me against his soft fur until we woke up ready to do it again.
But what if Karvik didn’t want me the same way? Deep conversations weren’t one of his strong attributes, so I had no way of knowing how he felt about me.
I could ask, but could I bear to embarrass myself further?
Tears pricked my eyes, and giving into them, I dropped my head into my hands and sobbed.
With my mind empty of any happy memories from my past, and Karvik gone into the depths of the woods, I felt truly alone.
“Wake up, little one.” Karvik’s deep rumble jerked me from my crying-induced nap.
I lurched into a sitting position, clutching my chest as I tried to remember where I was.
“Calm yourself. There is no danger.” The soft glow of Karvik’s eyes in the dusky evening light helped to ease the wild panic banging against my ribs.
Karvik was here. Nothing could hurt me.
Remembering the thoughts I’d fallen asleep to, I fought the urge to throw myself into his arms. I wanted to beg him to feel for me the same way I felt for him, but I resisted.
Karvik cocked his head to the side, studying me. “I struggle to understand your expressions. They change before I have time to decipher their meaning.”
I resisted the urge to chew my lip and tried to keep my expression neutral.
