“What? No, that’s crazy.” She looked around as if expecting an attack.
“No one will harm you. I give you my word, female. Anyone who might interfere with your pleasure will die.”
“You can’t just go around killing people, Velik.”
“I will eliminate any threat to you.” Bending down, I leaned forward until our faces nearly touched.
“You’re supposed to wrap that around your waist.” Stefani lifted her gaze to the towel I held in place over my shoulder.
Ah. That made much more sense. I stood to my full height—making sure to display my hard cock to my female—and wrapped the towel around my hips.
I looked down to judge her reaction. I wanted to entice and seduce her. I needed her to desire me, not fear me.
Her breathing was shallow and too fast. She was rubbing her hands up and down her thighs as if irritated or nervous. And her skin? Bright red.
Was she feverish? Too hot?
“Are you unwell? You must answer truthfully, or I will not be able to properly care for you.”
“I’m fine.” She licked her lips and I watched without blinking, hypnotized by the small action. My pulse pounded in my ears. I fought the urge to lift her from the ground, tear her clothing from her body, thrust into her pussy. Claim her here. Now. Right fucking now.
This female was going to own me. “I want to taste your pussy, mate. I need to taste you.”
“We’re in a parking lot. In broad daylight.”
“Mine.” The beast’s low rumble was back as he fought me for control. If he took over now, I wouldn’t be able to stop him. He would not surrender to me until he’d fucked her. Claimed her.
Or we were dead. There would be no other option for us should she refuse to accept our claim. Our body. We needed our mate to find us worthy and make us whole.
“This is insane.”
No being had ever spoken truer words.
Her hands moved at a more languid pace, up and down her thighs. Knees to hips. Back and forth. The scent of her wet pussy called to me, and the beast inhaled deeply, savoring the scent, wanting to taste her.
Not want. Need.
I needed to touch her, too.
“I need—” Fuck. How was I going to explain the primitive needs of my beast to this perfect female? My beast growled when I did not finish my statement. I couldn’t speak our truth. Shut the fuck up beast. Do you want to scare her?
“What? I know there are a couple more tentacles under that towel. I can get them off now.”
“No. I need—I—fuck…” I couldn’t speak my desire. Didn’t dare. If she refused me, the beast would rage, and I would not be able to stop him. I was too close to the edge. Instead, I dropped down and knelt before her. Small pieces of gravel pierced the skin of my knees where they rested on the ground. I welcomed the pain. I needed it to maintain control.
“What are you doing?” She scooted back until her bottom rested on the odd carpeting inside the back of her car. Her knees hung over the edge, her tiny feet nowhere near touching the ground.
With a sound I feared would remind her of a wounded animal, I bent over and placed my head in her lap, the top of my scalp pressed to her stomach, my face atop her thighs, my shoulders leaning on her knees. I held most of my weight away from her slight frame, but I needed this. Contact. Connection.
My beast couldn’t be alone anymore.
“I’m sorry.” I spoke into the crease between her thighs even as I breathed in the exotic scent of her pussy. I was so close to her wet heat. So close. In and out of my lungs. My mate’s wet cream. My home. So close.
I knew I should get up, move away. No doubt I was being too forward for this human female. If she were an Atlan female, I would have tossed her over my shoulder, carried her to a private area, transformed into my beast and fucked her mindless by now. She would be begging for more. The liquid fire of her pussy juices would be on my lips and tongue, down my throat, and coating my cock.
But Stefani was small and human. Fragile. I had to proceed with utmost care, so I did not terrorize her into rejecting me. And yet…
I pressed my lips to the bare skin of her inner thigh. Barely made contact. Gently brushed the taste of her skin onto my lips.
