The growl Kehl let loose had me shivering from head to toe in the best way possible.
Kehl ran like Daisy was chasing after him demanding he sell her his fabrics, sending freshly fallen snow flying around us.
Holding my hand out, I grinned as falling snow kissed my fingers.
Noting this, Kehl paused at an open spot, then grinned as he spun me in a circle.
My legs kicked and my laughter rang out, snow slapping at me from every angle. “Ease up or I’m gonna puke!” I laughingly warned him.
Kehl slowed to a stop. Lifting me up higher, he brought his lips to mine in a slow but thorough kiss. “Mine,” he rumbled against my mouth.
I was all but clawing at him by the time he pulled back. With a little growl, I nipped at his mouth, then ran my tongue over the spot.
Kehl snarled and would have laved my mouth back but I caught his tongue between my lips to suckle the tip.
Before I knew what was what, Kehl was ducking between huts to push me up against the wall of one.
Feeling as impatient as he was, I was tugging at the tie of my pants before he could set me on my feet.
“Now. Hurry,” I muttered. Spinning around, I gave him my back and pressed my hands flat to the side of the hut.
It was Kehl’s hut, I realized belatedly. It was one of the few that had any kind of offered privacy.
“Mine,” my mate muttered as he came up behind me. Long fingers dug into my hips and lifted me up. He wasted no time making us one. A soft growl rattled my chest as the head of him found my heat, nudged my entrance, pressed, then swiftly buried deep. I felt so full but it felt so damn good. “Mine,” he rumbled out again, his hot breath tickling my ear as he hunched down over me, pressed himself up against me tight, trapping me in his arms, and began to move.
I was loud, probably too loud, despite my attempts to muffle the noises I was making. I couldn’t help it. The things that male did to me.
The heat of him, the cold of the wild weather around us, the feel of him slamming deep inside me as he growled sweet nothings in my ear, I was already on the brink when he let out a snarl more vicious than the last, then sank his fangs deep into the spot where my neck and shoulder met.
That was it and I was flying. A roar tore from my throat. The sound was animalistic, primal, raw. I didn’t know I was capable of sounding like that.
Kehl followed me over shortly after, his cock pulsing so deep inside of me it finally felt like we were truly one.
As the rush of it all began to wane, I fully expected the panic, the mayhem, then Kehl eating me out until I was screaming as I came.
When he continued to pant above me, nuzzle my head, croon to me softly in that rusty sounding purr-rumble I loved, I dared a peek over my shoulder.
Meeting my gaze, lust glazed eyes blazed down at me. “Mine,” he muttered, then leaned in to rasp that forked tongue along the deep bite marks he’d left behind.
“Okay, but next time I get to bite you back,” I sassed cheekily.
Kehl scooped me up, our bodies still intimately attached, the front of my dress shirt hiding the sight from any curious passersby, his arms wrapped around me, head dipped to nuzzle my throat, and walked us over to the back door of his hut.
I honestly didn’t even know his hut had a back door.
When I said as much, Kehl rumbled in Creeson that I could run from him if I wished, through the front door or the back, but could never hide from him for long. I rumbled back, “Promise?”
Right there at the entrance of his hut, the door still half opened, half closed, Kehl pressed me up against the wall of the entryway and snarled into my throat.
My body responded, lighting up instantly. Glancing from him, that look in his eyes, possession, intent, want, my gaze darted to his hands on the wall, claws extended, digging into the hard, stucco-like material that made up the walls of his hut. Curling the fingers of my right hand around his wrist, leaning in, Kehl watching all the while, growling his approval, I growlingly buried my teeth into the heavily muscled part of his forearm.
Kehl snarled, then leaned in to mark up the other side of my shoulder, leaving me double branded.
When I came this time, we came together. Kehl’s pepperminty scent was thick on the air as my climax lingered, dragging his along with. There was a sharp pain at first, like this time he was pressed deeper inside of me than all the rest and my body gave up resisting. That pinch of pain was followed by a wave of pleasure that kept going until my legs felt like jelly.
Kehl was looking a little wobbly limbed himself when he dragged us away from the wall and slammed the door shut hard enough it rattled the walls.
We were still tightly connected, interlocked it felt like at this point, as he wove his way over to the bed.
