Page 41 of Stolen By The Beast
My mate rose to her elbows, panting, while her gaze roamed over my features.
“Have you ever mated before?”
Her question made me uneasy. “No. Remember my Chosen was killed?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, I guess I thought…I don’t know what I thought. So you’re a virgin?”
“A what?”
“Um, nothing. Listen, I know I’m not the same as you, but mating isn’t any different between humans and your kind. I think. Honestly, you’re just…bigger. A lot bigger. But I trust you, Karvik, and gifting me your saroque and virginity humbles me.”
I didn’t understand half of what she said, but Juniper had her hand wrapped around me and was guiding it to the heated center of her legs.
Still I hesitated. “Do you want this?”
I needed to get permission one last time, because once I claimed her, she would forever be mine to possess.
My mate bit her lip and nodded fervently, and any lingering resistance melted away. Lining the tip of my saroque against her soft folds, I gently pushed in.
Juniper groaned, and I froze.
“Why did you stop?!”
“I thought I hurt you.”
“No, you didn’t. I swear. Just please—Do. Not. Stop!”
Holding back a chuckle, I inched in further. My mate coated me with her wet warmth, and it eclipsed anything I could’ve ever dreamt.
Her hands reached up to stroke my face, and then, when I pushed in more, they gripped the antlers on top of my head.
Garbled sounds tumbled past her lips, incoherent mutterings that reflected the jumbled emotions colliding inside of me at our joining.
As I explored the contours of Juniper's body, her sighs guided me on how to please my tiny mate. I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of her silky skin, so soft under my claws.
Although I was newly bonded, it was as if every experience boiled down to this one, somehow preparing me for this moment.
Her gaze locked with mine as I stretched her sex. It squeezed around my saroque tighter than her hands or mouth, and I nearly exploded at the sensation.
Finally, after many torturous moments, I was fully seated inside of Juniper. I stared where my furred body pressed against her folds, flush with her body.
It was a wonder that I even fit, but my mate’s body stretched to accommodate me—as if she had been made for me.
I was mesmerized by the tableau before me, of Juniper spread wide and my saroque swallowed by her pulsing heat.
My mate made a disgruntled sound. “Why did you stop moving?”
“Because I wanted to give you time to get acclimated…and because I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
Juniper laughed as she rolled her eyes. “So typically male—I guess it doesn’t matter the species.”
“Look, tell me the sight of me deep inside your warmth doesn’t arouse you.”
Once more, she lifted on her elbows, the small action causing her to clamp around me. My breath stuttered out at the feeling.
“You’re right,” she whispered in a strained voice. “I love it—not as much as I love the feel of you in me.”
She collapsed back down, crooking her finger until her mouth met the bone of my cheek. Licking me like a wild animal scenting the air, she wrapped her tiny hands around my antlers again.
