I suppress a sigh. I mean, a man of few words is one thing… “Haley,” I say. “And you are?”
“Mine.”
“I doubt that’s your name. Where are we? Why won’t you talk to me? I know you can understand me!”
He lets out a growl and then his lips come crashing down to sear my mouth. I lose myself in the intensity of his kiss for a second before pushing him away.
“Look, the sex is amazing, but I think my pussy needs a break, okay?”And I need to find out where the fuck I am, and what to do next. After all, I can’t spend the rest of my life in a cave being brought to screaming orgasms by the brooding green giant.
Even though that’s exactly what my pussy wants.
His hazel gaze is hypnotic and I stare at his face, somehow unable to tear my eyes away. His pupils are huge. What with his size, his green skin and coppery tribal markings, the growling and purring, weird cave dwelling complete with floating glow-orbs, and the freaking knot in his massive dick, I can no longer deny the reality that there’s no way in hell this guy is human.
But then… what is he?
“Where am I?” It seems like a safe question. Besides, Sian already told me, so I have a way of verifying whether he’s being honest.
“Mine,” he answers.
Goddammit.
“I met someone. She said we are in Arboron. The Forest Kingdom.”
He grunts. I guess that means yes.
There’s a sharp pain as my teeth find my lower lip. Maybe I should quit with the questions. Never ask a question you’re not prepared to hear the answer to. Not sure where I heard that, but it seems like sound advice. “How did I get here?”
Silly Haley. How would he know? He just found you in the forest. While out hunting. For Omegas. Which he thinks you are. As I thought, he remains silent on that one. I sigh.
“So… Arboron is the forest? And it’s a kingdom.”
“My kingdom.” His tone seems sad, somehow, and there’s another tugging sensation deep in my chest.
“Your kingdom?”
He places a hand on his chest. “King.”
“You’re the king?”
He nods.
“No freaking way.” It slips out and I blush. Is he offended?
“King,” he says again.
I take stock of the cave once more. It’s comfortable enough, I guess, for a room carved out of rock, but it’s hardly a palace. No plumbing. No aircon. No fridge. I prefer glamping. “Hardly a palace.”
“Not palace,” he says. I’m stunned. This is the most in-depth conversation we’ve had so far, and I’m desperate for it to continue.
“You have a palace?”
He nods, his expression grim. I get the impression he’s not a fan, but can’t tell whether it’s being king he doesn’t like, or this palace we’re talking about. Maybe both.
“Will you take me there?” I blurt. A palace implies luxury. Soap. Food. People. Maybe somebody more talkative, who can tell me what the hell is going on. Like Sian—if she ended the hunt okay. She said she wanted to get caught. Maybe I can ask someone about her at the palace. “Please?”
He seems to consider it for a moment, then his expression grows fierce. “No.”
“Why?”
