13

Kaitlyn

A rough hand squeezes my hip. Growls echo off the walls. My hair wrapped around a claw tingles my scalp. The slap of damp fur against the backs of my thighs. The fire between my legs started with that first stretch when he buried his monster cock inside me. It blazed out of control when his knot inflated, locking us together. He fights its hold, thrusting and yanking, like a feral beast who won't be controlled by anyone—even his own biology. My delicate flesh is tugged and rubbed until I fear I'll rip—

Nope. No, no, no. Splitting my vulva in half and drowning in a puddle of blood isn't sexy. Settle down, Kaitlyn. You were almost there.

My orgasm fades as my fingers worry my clit at a frantic pace. I must retrieve the beautiful dream dancing in my mind as I woke. While I'm a single lady, I've never gone this long without flying solo—except when I didn't know such bliss existed. My other hand jams into my cunt to refresh my memory of the dreamed sensation of Serik's cock. I gush and squirt, but the telltale coiling of internal muscles doesn't follow. My hyper-sensitive clit screams in pain as the magic drifts away. I'm more frustrated than I was before I tried masturbating.

Dammit!

Serik's groan resonates from the other room.

My fists hit the furs at my side. An animalistic growl escapes my clenched teeth. Frustration turns my vision red. I'll cause myself a headache if I try again. Peeling my tongue from the roof of my mouth, I force my facial muscles to relax. A pulse lingers at my temples. I'm too late. Great, I'll have a tension headache to endure on the five-hour drive to real painkillers. No herbal shit will cure my sexual frustration migraine. I need pharmaceutical alchemy.

"If you would have waited an hour, I'd be gone," Serik says as he slides through the crevice. "I never told you how sensitive my sense of smell is, how delicious your scent is, or how something in me responds to your screeches of frustration…like a moth drawn to firelight."

He's right. If I had waited a few hours, I'd be in the privacy of my bedroom with my toy collection and a worldwide web of scintillating videos. Using Adam's phone, I ordered a case of chocolate bars, nursing bras, and toothpaste to pay Vera and Sydney for the reindeer ride to civilization, where we'll take the most expensive ride-share ride of my life. Patricika, through Adam's phone, got the notification of the delivery yesterday along with my new phone's delivery to my landlord's place.

"Sorry to disturb you," I mumble. My face must be tomato-red because my cheeks are on fire. He's slowly advancing toward his bed as if I'm a wounded animal who may strike him. I should tell him to stop and maintain his distance. A good person would tell him I've planned my escape and will leave shortly after him. I should soothe his fragile ego by telling him I hate his lifestyle, not him—that I'd love nothing more than to stash him in my apartment and experiment with lubes. Lots of lube. Bought in bulk.

"Apology not accepted," he says, slowly lowering himself onto the furs beside me. I'm so hot and bothered the dip in the cushion thrills me. "You've worked us into a painful situation, my chernyrozd. I'm too stiff to walk properly and judging by your scent, you will spend the day washing and smoking furs. Is that punishment enough, or will you clean for hours while carrying a headache?"

"Why do you think I have a headache? I just orgasmed hard enough to bring the walls down," I lie.

He taps my fingers massaging my left temple with a knowing smirk. I drop my hand to my lap and give him my big-sister glare.

"Liar," he whispers, lifting my hand to his nose. He makes a show of smelling my fingers. I yank to retrieve my hand, but his grip is ironclad. My knuckles crack and the bite of pain rekindles some of my earlier arousal.

His tongue is impossibly thick, long, and bends in more places than humanly possible as it wraps around my index finger. I'm hypnotized when it disappears behind his fangs, only to reappear between the next two digits. He turns my hand palm-side down before giving me a toe-curling swipe from wrist to fingertips. The tingle at the center of my palm shoots like an arrow to my nipples. Never mind his frightening monster cock, his tongue is a much safer star for my fantasies. That and his icy blue eyes watching my reactions like I'm a porn star, not an accountant.

"What am I to do with you, my mate?" I'd argue I'm not his mate, but the purr behind his deep voice steals the air from my lungs. "I refuse to be the Svoloch who left his mate in heat."

"Humans don't go into heat," I argue without my usual venom. I hate how the husky quality of my voice gives away his effect on me.

"Your face says otherwise—"

"It's called blushing," I snap in a terse whisper. "I'm embarrassed you caught me and didn't have the decency to pretend you didn't notice."

"Having no decency is what Svoloch means—a word my mate should know," he says with a predatory smile—all pointy fangs and lips glistening with drool. "For she has a Svoloch at her feet, lured by the scent of her cunt, and ready to ease the ache he knows she feels. Let us help one another—"

"I'm not letting you tear me apart with your cock so you can just—" He shushes me with a finger to my lips. "The first time you take my rut will be our mating chase. Why pressure us into mating when you aren't ready? Ooh, my chernyrozd likes this, I can tell by the way your body softens. We can do other acts to sate our needs."

"Okay," my inner hoe-bag pushes through my lips. What happened to leaving before he became attached? I'm sure mutual masturbation, sixty-nine, or whatever else he plans will make him more attached! Oh, but a sixty-nine with that monster tongue… All of the snug fit with none of the tearing danger…yes, please.

"Okay? You aren't arguing with me," he says. His brows lower and he rears back as if I've been replaced with a body double.

Yeah, I know I'm shocked too, buddy.

I can't even stop him with a promise to ease his ache when he returns. I won't be here.

"Maybe you aren't the only Svoloch in the room," I whisper shyly because eff-it. I'm getting some monster action before this nightmare ends.

"Dushevnayasvyaz is never wrong." He leans towards me. Our faces are centimeters apart as he scans my face for consent.

What the hell does that mean? Why must he ruin this by bringing up commitment? Oh, yeah…because to him, we are committed. I'm the jerk who isn't with the picture.

His lips meet mine with strength and determination I didn't think he possessed. While my kiss days ago was a hesitant brush of mouths, his is an act of claiming. He tugs my hands, so I lose the balance I had on my elbows. My back slams into the furs as I fall. Our lips don't lose their connection as he follows me.

He clasps my wrist in one hand to grab my jaw with the other. My mouth tilts to the left with a clank of teeth as he deepens our kiss. Will he cut me with his fangs? I hesitantly run the tip of my tongue over their sharp points and revel in the scrape against my sensitive flesh. The taste of blood coaxes a moan from my mouth.

Restraint. Stings. An edge of danger.

He checks all my boxes of the perfect lover. There's no doubt I'm making out with a nonhuman Casanova. My monster's got skills. I've never wanted to be a virgin-tamer. Thank you, Patricika, Manya, and any other female who had Serik first. I must give credit where it's due because this male's kiss is more arousing than all the porn on the internet.

When his hand sweeps down my jaw, circles my neck, and then pushes at the neckline of my pajama shirt, I thrust my chest at him. How can such large fingers unbutton my tiny buttons so fast? With my wrists locked in his grip, my breasts are pushed together like I'm presenting them to him.

I guess I am because I'd empty my bank account for a swipe of his giant tongue over my nipples.

"You can touch them," I beg against his mouth. "I give you permission to—"

"I didn't ask," he says with a growl. "Your scent tells me what you need. Our dushevnayasvyaz tells me what to do. I'm your other half, Kaitlyn. The sooner you realize I was created to give you everything you want, the sooner we can start our lives."

With that, he licks the underside of my right breast and over my nipple where those crooked teeth catch on my secret piercing. The nipple rings were an act of defiance in my early twenties…or so I thought. I can count the people who have seen them on my fingers, so not much of a statement on my part. Was it a way of marrying my need for a bite of pain with Serik's need to accept his teeth as what makes him special?

"I'm sorry—" He lost his confident smirk and if my hands were free, I'd yank his ears in frustration.

"Do the other one!"

"What?"

"Give me those sexy teeth, mate!"

As dominant as Serik is, I didn't think he'd be so obedient. Licks, flicks, and tiny bites leave my breasts decorated with saliva and blooming bruises. Mating marks. Each of his ministrations sends blood between my legs. The initial pulse of my headache runs away. My labia plump around my throbbing clit within my soaked pajama bottoms. I open my legs and whine when the cold air hits my weeping entrance.

He grabs my chin. I freeze as I read in the hunger written on his face.

"Your turn to touch me," he says, pressing my bound hands against the thick fur over his pelvis. His monster cock emerges from behind the hair to between my fingers. "Learn my shape and how we will fit together. Replace your fear with knowledge, excitement, and appreciation for the male who you deserve."

"You're frighteningly huge," I say, with tears gathering at the corners of my eyes.

"Because you deserve the best," he says, leaning over to reclaim my lips and wipe the doubts from my mind.

Despite multitasking as my strong suit, I struggle to measure him against my finger lengths, with his tongue dueling with mine. Squeezing, I measure how much give he has if I ever mustered the courage to ride him. Not much…especially at the base…that apple is a knot, isn't it? When I imagined it impaling me, I envisioned a few centimeters of braided muscles. Touching him has widened it into a fat ridge like the grinding toy I've never been able to afford…

My squirt of excitement at my new find jolts my hips. Serik takes that as the green light to slip his giant hand down my pants. He's not Mr. Consent, is he? I guess that's where he got his reputation and self-indicated nickname of a bastard. Part of me is happy he's reading my body cues instead of instigating awkward conversation. He knows my limit—which currently shuttles between my fists—but otherwise, considers my body his playground. Maybe it's the mate thing, maybe it's his personality.

His arrogance is sexy as hell.

I clamp down on the finger he pushes inside me as the others skip within my labia with gentle strokes. His thumb presses my clit with expert precision and firmness. He chuckles against my lips when I bend at the waist and wrap my leg around his hip. I don't care what ego boost I give him as long as he doesn't stop the slow crook of his finger against my g-spot.

"So close," he whispers with a hoarse groan. "Let me stretch you first."

I nod because he doesn't have to ask me twice. Give me more stimulation? Please, thank you, and hell yes. Two fingers scissor and twist in delicious torture that crosses my eyes. My hips rock against his fist when he inserts the third finger. This is what knotting would feel like… I wait for fear to rise, but lust and something more dangerous bury it.

His thrusts move in time with mine, so his tip bumps the top of my mound each time we're near. My eyes fly open to find him watching me. The intimate contact sends a shiver down my spine. He bites his lip, fangs piercing his flesh as he thrusts faster. I move one fist lower to squeeze and release his knot. My other hand twists with a flick of my wrist at the tip to show off my skills. Ha! We will see who pushes the other over the edge first!

"Peak for your male," he growls.

My treacherous body tightens from head to toe. Electricity zaps my nerves so my neurons all fire at once, sending a bolt of lightning through my brain. All my energy pours into his hand, which he returns in a splash against my belly. My body drops limply against the furs. I struggle to breathe as my heart pounds in my chest and my insides pulse with pleasure. A thump echoes through the cavern as my hands drop to my sides.

How am I to escape now when I don't have the muscle coordination to lift my head? He finger-banged the fire out of me. Why did I want to return to civilization, anyway? No man will ever master my body like Serik. But is sex everything? Hardly. Blinding orgasms are not a replacement for nights in front of the TV with takeout. Damn, that sounds shallow. It's too late to change my plans and too late to say goodbye. Leaving Serik is for the best…right?

"I can't do this," I whimper. "The babies, the hunting, the—"

"None of that matters," he huffs between gulps of air.

"It does," I whisper with a shake of my head. "I can't be what you want—who you need."

"You already are." His face is somber, despite what we just shared.

He sees into my soul and, on some level, knows this is the last time I'll be in his furs. Maybe we are fated mates because he reads between my words and finds my innermost secrets. The thoughts I'm too cowardly to share and the goodbye I'm too selfish to give him, he plucks from my heart. As I catch my breath, he silently gathers his gear and leaves.

He doesn't say goodbye either.