“Ever?”
“No.”
What was I missing here? This wasn’t normal, was it? Wasn’t the beast supposed to appear for battle, claiming his mate, and…what? I couldn’t think of anything else I’d heard of or read about. Beast comes out, claims his woman, slaps mating cuffs on her and bam. Done. He goes back inside and the regular version of an oversized Atlan male returns. Right?
How was I going to talk enough sense into this beast to get out of here? He would not hurt me. I wasn’t worried about that. But how was I going to help him if he was too stubborn to let me go? This had disaster written all over it.
“Change back. I need to talk to Kovo.”
“No. Talk. Now.”
He truly had no intention of changing back into the manly version of himself. Had this ever even happened before? Didn’t the beast have to change back? Wasn’t that just how it worked?
I took a deep breath to try to calm down. Big mistake. Huge.
His smell made me feel drunk. Literally. Dizzy. Unable to focus. Aroused. The warmth of his chest beneath my cheek was no help. All I had to do to taste him was turn my head a little and press my lips to his skin.
My obsession was even worse than before I’d had sex with him. Which, if you’d asked me a few hours ago, I would have declared impossible.
Unable to resist, I placed a kiss on his skin and breathed him in for a count of three. His cock twitched.
I scrambled off his lap. “I—I can’t. Sorry, I just…” What the hell was I doing? I couldn’t even form a complete sentence. I was an excellent student. I’d been talking since I was two. I could figure out how to make my tongue form words. Right? “Where is my—” My voice trailed off as I looked around for my discarded dress.
There. I walked to the small pile of creamy material and lifted if from the floor. Holding it up, I shook out the non-existent wrinkles and realized I hadn’t finished that sentence either.
Sex drunk? Orgasm overload? Did these Atlan guys have some kind of magic pheromone in their skin that put their mates into a trance in which literally, the only thing they could think about was sex? And more sex. And skin and touching and big hands. Big fingers. Lips. Cocks. “Stop it!”
Kovo rose to his feet so quickly I barely registered the movement. He was at my side before I could blink.
Oh, shit. There would definitely be no outrunning this one. Ever. Probably not even in a car.
How did someone so big move so fast?
With a sigh, I placed one hand on his forearm and squeezed. “It’s okay. I’m sorry. I was talking to myself. Everything is fine.”
“No danger?”
“No? I was yelling at myself.”
“No.”
“I can’t yell at myself?”
“No.”
I looked up into his dark eyes and burst out laughing. He was dead serious. I was not allowed to yell at myself in his presence. “I’ll try to remember that.”
Still chuckling, I put the Atlan gown back on and felt a bit more like myself. Naked Adrian wanted one thing, and one thing only. More Kovo cock. Evil wench. Fully clothed Adrian would have to talk some sense into that bitch or we were not getting out of here, Kovo would be executed and I would never forgive myself. Or stop wanting him. Somehow, I knew no one else’s touch would ever feel right after this. Afterhim.
Hands on my hips, I paced. Turned.
Speaking of cocks.
“I can’t think with your giant junk staring me in the face.”
“Junk?”
God, he was adorable, in a big, beastly kind of way. I spotted his pants and walked to them. I picked them up and tossed them in his general direction. He plucked them out of the air without taking his gaze off me. Big, sexy and coordinated. If I could take him home, he would crush it in the neighborhood softball game. That would probably be cheating, but we tended to play with a loose interpretation of the rules anyway.
