“Nothing?” he asked, turning to look in my direction as he flipped the cookies from pan to plate. My cheeks burned, but if he noticed me staring and biting my lip, he was gentleman enough not to draw attention to it. I caught a hint of an arrogant smirk on his lips, but he made no comment, just slid the plate onto the table.
I shook my head to clear it, grabbed a cookie to distract myself, and yelped at the sudden pain of burned fingers. Varokmoved faster than I’d thought possible for someone his size, and before I’d registered what had happened, he’d caught my hand. Holding me with casual, gentle strength, he studied my fingertips.
I hoped that kept him from noticing just how red my face turned. How loud my racing heartbeat was. How my breath caught in my throat. A shiver ran through me as he turned my hand over—his grip didn’t hurt, but it was too strong to resist.
I pulled, testing the theory. Nothing. My hand wasn’t going anywhere until he let it, and I wasn’t even sure he noticed my resistance. He didn’t show any sign of it as he brought my hand up to his lips.
And kissed.
My.
Fingertips.
Oh god.The pain of the burn vanished under the firm pressure of his lips, replaced by a different heat. A more powerful fire, burning its way up my arm and down to my core. Instinct made me snatch my hand back, or try to. Nope. Still held in that gentle, inescapable grip.
A low growl escaped his throat, his golden eyes flicking up to meet mine. Slowly, he turned my hand palm down, planting a firm kiss on my knuckles and making me shudder again. I tried to say something witty about not having burns there, but the intensity of his gaze made that impossible.
I’m sure I saidsomething.It might even have been coherent, but I doubt it.
Varok’s reply was a louder, hungrier growl. Wordless, menacing in the best way possible, and sexier than anything I’d ever imagined. I bit my lip again and brushed my index finger over his mouth.
His eyes didn’t leave mine as his lips parted and his tongue curled around my finger. Long, sinuous, and dexterous, it mademy blush deepen. The wicked glint in his eyes told me he knew exactly what I was thinking.
And that he was thinking it too.
He began kissing his way up my arm, his lips and tongue and teeth sending signals of delight and desire through me. When he reached my sleeve, he snarled impatiently at the fabric, and I fumbled at the dress’s fasteners, wanting the damned cloth out of the way as badly as he did. One-handed, it wasn’t easy, and my pent-up frustration was too much to bear. I pulled hard, tearing a seam to free myself.
As though that was a signal, Varok grabbed the dress and ripped it away from my body. Straps parted under his claws, seams tore, and in moments I stood naked apart from my underwear.
He paused there, breathing heavily, looming over me, looking me slowly up and down. His scent—earthy, tangy, and intoxicating—filled the air.
Nervously, I reached out for his belt. A low rumble of approval urged me on, and the leather slid easily through my fingers. Just beneath, an intimidatingly large bulge in his pants told me he was as eager for this as I was.
My cheeks burned, my fingers trembled, and I found myself caught between the urge to look away and the need to see him. Steeling myself, I unfastened his pants and let them drop, freeing his cock.
It sprang to attention like a coiled steel spring, startling a gasp from me. I’d thought I was prepared for him, but this was more than I’d expected. Huge and silver, ridged andpulsing, it looked inhumanly beautiful. And dangerous.
My body shook with need, with desire, and I slid my hand around the silver shaft. To my delight, Varok gasped, his cock pulsing more powerfully as my fingers teased him. I tracedthe ridges, stroking gently. Hard nubbins pressed against my fingers, and I wondered what he’d feel like inside me.
Part of me wanted to check for safety, take measurements, test first.Fuck that, the rest of me shouted back, shoving caution aside and taking the wheel. Leaving a trail of kisses down Varok’s broad, muscular chest, I sank to my knees, enjoying the alien texture of his skin under my lips. His cock pulsed faster, and I shivered as his fingers slid into my hair, guiding me firmly but not painfully. Given the strength in those corded muscles, I knew he was restraining himself.
His cock quivered as I reached it, and I parted my lips, my tongue darting out. A jolt ran through me—he tasted amazing, like nothing I could describe, and I wanted more. So did he, pulling my head down to meet his rising shaft. He barely fit in my mouth, butgodhe filled my tongue and lips with an electric shiver of joy and lust and need.
I groaned around him as he pushed me further down, my hands closing around the base of his shaft and stroking in time with his slow, luxurious thrusts into my mouth. I loved every second, each pulse sending tremors of joy through my mouth and into my whole body.
He growled again, a hungry demand, and I sped up, urging him on. But he had other plans, and when he pulled me back, his strength was irresistible. Gasping for breath, I didn’t argue when he placed me on my back on the table. Careful fingers hooked into my panties and drew them down, revealing my wet, aching, needy pussy to Varok’s gaze.
I resisted the urge to cover myself.Let him see the mess he’s made of me.He’d let me examine him. Turnabout, I told myself, is fair play.
His intensity almost made me reconsider. Varok looked at me as though he wanted to memorize every detail of my body, every inch, every curve. Under that scrutiny, I shivered. No onelooked at me like that. No one made me feel so wanted, soneeded,so sexy.
Not until Varok. He acted as if he needed me, pulling my hands away when the intensity got to be too much and I tried to cover myself.
“You had your fun,” he said, voice rough and choked with need. “My turn.”
He didn’t give me a chance to ask what he meant. Pinning my wrists with one hand, he bent over me and kissed my neck, teeth grazing my skin, making my body arch. His other hand slid up between my legs, parting them and letting him step between them. His enormous cock brushed my pussy and vibrated.
The vault echoed with my cry of pleasure, and my body shook. Varok kissed his way down to my breasts, his lips leaving a tingling trail wherever they touched me. Squirming, I tried to urge him on, to pull him into me, to get him to fuck me.
