Page 25 of Monstrous Heat
The jungle. Lost. Chased.
The incredibly sexy man who’d found me. His gigantic body beneath me, his breath rocking me gently. His hands in my hair, on my back. I tried to lift my head but could only manage to roll my cheek slightly across his chest.
“There’s my baby,” he whispered, his voice a deep, low rumble. “I think it’s safe to declare both experiments a success.”
I laughed out a groan. “Only if your goal was to blast me to unconsciousness.”
His fingers stroked over my face, his thumb rubbing along my lip and chin. “My goal is to blast you with pleasure every single time I touch you.”
My muscles felt floppy but I finally managed to coordinate my elbow to brace against his chest so I could prop my face up. I drank in the casual sprawl of his body. Broad shoulders leaned against the flimsy cabin wall, his massive body completely filling up the tiny bed. It wouldn’t surprise me if his feet hung off the other end, though I couldn’t muster the strength to look.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed. I shifted slightly, sending a fresh wave of tingles cascading through my groin. He was still inside me, though it didn’t feel like he was stuck. Just so damned big that he could casually lie with me in his arms and keep his dick inside me indefinitely.
Huffing out a laugh, I shook my head a little. Shell shocked and blissed out at the same time.
He cupped my cheek. “What are you thinking?”
“How long have I known you?”
“I found you at 20:49:16 yesterday, which means you have known me for almost eighteen and a half hours.”
I blinked, trying to comprehend the fact that I hadn’t even known him a full twenty-four hours yet. And we’d already had sex twice. Three times, actually, because we’d quickly gone for round two. Not counting the two climaxes I’d had just thinking about him.
But it was more than sex. Already.
It was the gentle way he stroked me constantly, as if he couldn’t stop reveling in the simple texture of my hair or skin. Or he simply wanted that physical connection with me. And honestly, it was the same for me too. I wanted his scent in my nose, the heated velvet of his muscles against my face. I wanted to learn more of the unusual sounds he made and what they meant. All the little things he did that made me feel cherished.
Granted, the bar had been pretty fucking low from my past relationships. Just in the bedroom category he’d blown them all away, let alone how tender he was. How carefully he handled me despite his size.
But—and it was a HUGE one—I couldn’t forget the monster that had chased me.
He was a freaking alien dinosaur soldier with technology that I couldn’t even begin to understand.
Maybe he was right, and I was biologically compatible with him. What did that mean for our future? Could he stay on Earth? How would we live? What about the other aliens? Was anyone looking for me? Had they realized that I was lost yet?
How can I possibly go back to my old life after this?
Without him?
I couldn’t even talk to anyone I knew. No one would believe me.
“Do not worry for the future, Natalie.” His voice lowered even more, a deep rumbly bass that made my eyelids heavy and soothed the worry from my body. “I’m here now, and I’m not fucking going anywhere.”
14
KROKTL
Lying with my mate in my arms was a treasure that I’d never even imagined would be mine. I’d lived with the squad my entire life. We were raised together. Trained together.
We killed together, and someday we’d die together.
So I’d always thought—until Axxol tore the squad apart and disappeared, stranding us on this backward planet.
The idea of me ever having my own mate was as foreign to me as the idea of splitting up the squad. Now both impossible things had happened, and nothing would ever be the same.
I wasn’t trained for the possibility of being alone on an alien planet, because it never should have happened. My skills were the best in the universe—but they were limited. I had no idea what foods my human mate could eat. I couldn’t make a jump off planet to somewhere safer. If she was injured or ill, I had no idea how to heal her. I could see the inner workings of her anatomy, but without a medic’s training, I could do more damage than good if I tried to intervene in her body.
Worse, I had no solid plan for how I’d provide for her beyond this flimsy shack in the jungle. She needed solid, impenetrable walls. Soft bedding and plentiful food. Clothing to keep her warm and protected.
