“I…I think I’m close,” she moaned, tugging on his hair as she bucked up to meet his mouth “Oh God, Brux, I’m going to come!”
“Do it,” he growled against her, the command vibrating deep in her core. “Come for me, baby–drown me in your honey!”
Then he redoubled his efforts and added two fingers deep in her pussy, pumping steadily as he teased her clit with his tongue.
The combination was too much for Kiera–at last she felt herself falling over the edge as her orgasm crashed down on her like a tidal wave.
“Oh…Oh, God, Brux…Brux!” she moaned, bucking against him, grinding shamelessly against his face as he licked her.
She didn’t know how long the pleasure lasted–every time she started to come down, the big Monstrum did something else to tease a little more out of her. Wave after wave washed over her until she thought her heart might burst.
Finally, though, she collapsed against the living mattress, moaning softly with the aftermath of the intense orgasm. She hoped this was enough for the big Monstrum–she didn’t think she could come again.
“Brux?” she whispered, making his name a question. “Are…are you all right now? Did you get what you needed?”
He lifted his head just enough to look up at her, his mouth and chin glistening with her honey, his expression dazed with need and relief and something so much like devotion it made her heart ache.
His eyes were no longer the wild animal gold of his wolf–they were the bright, intense blue of his humanoid form. Clearly, he had finally gotten what he needed.
And for the first time since he had started regressing back to his animal form, Kiera let herself believe that maybe—just maybe—she really could keep him with her.
21
BRUX
Brux could scarcely believe his good fortune. The wonderful woman who had rescued him in his primal form cared for him enough to help him keep his humanoid form. His mate–he thought of her that way, though he didn’t say it aloud–was willing to do almost anything to keep him from sliding back into the void.
Even now—days after the Vorn attack, after the revelation, and after Kiera had brought him into her bed and used her own body to hold him in the light of reason—some part of him still expected to wake and find it had all been a dream. Expected to find that he was still locked in his primal form…still trapped somewhere between instinct and emptiness…still unable to tell her what she meant to him.
But it was no dream–he was here with her. And somehow—by some miracle he still did not fully understand—Kiera had chosen not to fear him.
She had seen him shift…had seen what he was. And she had seen how unstable he still remained–how easily he could regress if he wasn’t careful.
But instead of pulling away–like any other woman probably would when faced with an unstable Lykan– she had drawn even closer.
The memory of that first time in the bed with her lingered in his mind and in his body. The feel of her bare skin pressed to his…the sound of her sweet voice urging him to stay with her…the generous way she had offered her own body to keep him from going primal when he had needed it most.
Brux loved her so much it hurt–loved her with the desperate, aching certainty of a male who had once believed himself dead inside and had suddenly, impossibly, been called back to life.
And Kiera…his sweet Kiera was so willing to help him.
At first she had been shy about it—understandably so. Both of them had been.
The morning after the Vorn attack and his first real conversation with her, they had moved through the home-dome in a strange, charged sort of carefulness. Everything had changed between them and yet the ordinary rhythm of the sanctuary still had to go on. Animals still had to be fed and checked. Work—bots still had to be directed. Fences still needed monitoring after Higgs’ sabotage.
So they fell into a new routine, one built around the old.
Brux remained at Kiera’s side always now, not in beast form but in his humanoid shape. He still shifted back sometimes when he slept too deeply or when a strong emotion caught him off guard, but the more time he spent close to her, the easier it became to hold the bipedal form.
At least at first.
But slowly, the primal part of him began creeping back…seeping into his life more and more often.
Kiera noticed it before he did the first few times.
They would be working—walking the sanctuary grounds, checking feed stores, tending the more delicate animals—and suddenly she would stop mid—sentence and say, “Brux—your eyes.”
And he would know it was happening even as the primal wolf in him surged forward, trying to take control.
