“Purr-roo.” He literally purred my name.
Without thought, I leaned in closer, and closer, until his bent knees were on either side of me and if I leaned in just a smidge more I could close the distance between us, namely our mouths… Just a little taste, a teeny tiny one.
Kehl turned his head and nuzzled the side of my face. A soft, needy whimper croaked out of me.
“Mine,” he rumbled as he nuzzled his way down the side of my face.
When I thought he would have nuzzled further, headed for my neck, he pulled back.
“What’s- What’s wrong with me?” My teeth had begun to chatter. I was shaking, trembling horribly in place.
“Purr-roo Kehl mate,” he rumbled out in that all too familiar, matter of fact, beastman way.
“Mates,” I mumbled dazedly.
Kehl nodded and then bussed our noses.
“Huedmans keez.” His voice had gone even deeper, gravellier. I liked it. A lot.
“Yes,” I mumblingly agreed.
He was so close I caught a hint of something kind of herbal on his breath. Tea. “Kehl not know how keez.” A growl that to me felt like part frustration mixing with sexual arousal rent the air. Another buss of our noses and he growled out fiercely, “Keez.”
Taking my hands, he placed them on his shoulders, bumped our noses, then cupped my bottom and jerked me towards him.
Our mouths bumped, a smacking of teeth more than a kiss. He growled, a deep, louder version of Cy’sLet’s get sexygrowl. My hands curled into his fur where he’d set them and I eagerly pressed my mouth to his.
Kehl froze at first, stiffening at the initial shock of it, then he pressed his lips back to mine. With a snarl of a growl, he pulled back just enough to dart his tongue out and taste my mouth. Capturing his tongue, I suckled the tip.
Kehl froze up again, then lifted me up, scrambling to grab at my legs, and crushed me to him.
A moan tore from my throat as he pressed his tongue more insistently into my mouth, urging me to suck his tongue right out of his head if it suited me.
The growling rumbles lifting his chest pushed him more firmly against me. We were moving but it didn’t register. Every part of me felt like it was on fire, alive with want.
“Mine,” he muttered, right before pressing me up against a cold, hard surface so his hands were free to roam freely.
Thick, furry hands slid inside the waist band of my pants.
“Seemcret pants,” he muttered as his fingers brushed the waistband of my underwear. “No rip. Kehl careful. Careful.” He groaned and growled out the words. I was pretty certain he wasn’t talking to me— more so coaching himself to be careful.
Secret pants?
“They’re the only pair I have. I’d like to keep them,” I muttered between deep, heated kisses.
“Kehl go slow. Be careful. No hurt my Purr-roo.” Pulling back, he shook himself out.
At my curious look, he grumbled something and then said in broken English, “Kehl not- Kehl-” Whatever he said he finished that thought in his native tongue.
“You not what?” I whispered. A horrifying thought hit me. He said we’re mates. Was he about to tell me he didn’t want to be but this crazy mate pull was doing him dirty?
“Mate-lust,” he grumbled out curtly. Nuzzling my throat as he tried to slide my pants down my thick hips, he made that soft, soothing sound, like he could smell the fear his words hadinstigated, the rush of adrenaline coursing through me worried I might be yet again making a mistake.
“Mate-lust? What is that?” There was something called mate-lust?
“Kehl no have it. Kehl not want hurt Purr-roo. Small. Soft.” Rumbling against my flesh, it took him a moment before he was able to gather himself and remove his face from where it was expertly teasing my overly sensitive flesh. “Want female bad, too bad, hurt while mating, claiming. Accident. No mean to. Want mate too much. Not goot. Bad for huedmans mates.” Thick fingers slid down my bicep. “Have be careful.”
“You won’t hurt me.” I don’t know why I said it but it was true.
