My hands rose to his chest, my fingers splaying over hot, firm muscles. He felt just as sexy as he had that night. Rough fingers tilted my chin, firmly but reverently. A soft growl was my only warning before his mouth found mine and he claimed his prize.
And this time he was the one leading as our lips and tongues danced and dueled. Every long drag of his lips across mine was hungry and claiming. My arms slid around his thick, tree trunk-like neck, pulling him closer as the warmth and vibrations of his chest spread through me. His hand slid to the small of my back, holding me firmly to him.
Under my ass, Ror’k’s cock grew hard and obvious. The thought that I was making this proud and strong hunter reactsent an electric thrill through me. A soft sound escaped me and it was answered by a low, satisfied growl.
My hands moved up to his majestic horns. I knew those were erogenous zones with the right type of touch. The moment I touched him his hips bucked and he groaned, the sound tortured.
I decided right then and there that experiencing it in real life was most definitely better than reading about it in books.
Chapter 6: Ror’k
I wanted to roar in triumph! I’d finally caught my mysterious female, and she was worth every moment of searching. Perhaps these humans had the right idea with these games of hard to get.
Need surged through me in undeniable waves. Her lips were so sweet and hungry against mine, and it had my pulse hammering in my veins. My chest rumbled so loudly it was deafening, and she responded with a soft, needy moan, the sound threatening to undo me.
I traced the curve of her lips with my tongue before recapturing it between my own. Every small movement and sound from her fed the fire building inside me. Her fingers tightened on my horns, making me long for more.
I wanted to flip us, to lay her on the mat and cage her body with mine. But there wasn’t enough room for me here, and too much movement might just bring all the casually strewn mats and equipment down on us. Plus, she deserved so much more than hiding in a storage room.
I pulled away reluctantly, my breath rough and uneven as I struggled for control. Keeping my hand on her lower back and holding her against me, our foreheads rested together. Her breathing was unsteady, and I knew she was just as affected asI was. I don’t know how long we sat there in the dark, the soft rumble from my chest filling the air.
Slowly, the noise from outside filtered back to my awareness.
Several male voices sounded from beyond the door.
“Let’s wait until they leave,” Dottie whispered.
I understood that humans were private about bodily functions, including sexual needs, so I did not argue. It was probably the reason why she insisted we find this hidden place before our kiss. We sat, holding each other. I was grateful to have several more long moments with her.
She fussed with her hair and clothes in the dark, pulling back down the shirt I’d shoved up in my search for more skin-to-skin contact.
As we waited, I focused on the conversation outside. They were speaking in hushed tones, but I caught several words here and there.
“… we’re in trouble…”
“…we have to get them back.”
“…has to be a better way…”
“...who do you think it is?”
I frowned, trying to piece together the bits and pieces into something cohesive. They sounded young, and I wondered if someone really was in trouble or if they were talking about something else and I simply didn’t have all the information.
They continued to whisper. But they weren’t right by the door, and I only caught a few words, mostly locations in the community center. They did not move away, staying longer than we’d expected, and Dottie started to shift her weight in my lap.
“Fuck this!” one of them said louder. Several people shushed him.
In my arms, Dottie straightened. She was listening too, her head tilted in the most adorable way.
The young male voices outside returned to the barely audible whispers. Whatever they were talking about, they didn’t want to be heard. I caught something about making a distraction, then there was a short silence followed by the shuffling of feet.
“Do it now,” someone said a little louder.
There was a long silence, and then a sudden loud siren had Dottie stifling a gasp, her eyes wide with panic. She stood and hit her head on the mat that had been tossed over the one we were sitting on and held up by a stack of chairs.
“Slow,” I said, hoping she could hear me over the klaxon.
Humans did not have good night vision, and she was blind in the dark. They had very poor senses in general compared to ours, and no natural weapons at all, unless one counted their fists. But in the years of watching them fight alongside our warriors, I knew that what they lacked in physical attributes they more than made up for in their intelligence and adaptability.
