It took me mere seconds to realize what she meant. To grasp the fact that this woman, this perfect woman, actually thought there was something wrong with her.
I silenced her with a kiss, hard and demanding. When I pulled back, I made sure she was looking directly into my eyes.
The words came to my lips like they never had before. And this time, it wasn’t difficult at all.
“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” I framed her face with my palms, my thumbs stroking her cheekbones. “Strength. Real strength, not the kind that comes from a gym. You built this business from nothing. You stood up to your grandmother. You argued with me when I came in here acting like an ass.”
She didn’t flinch again, not from my claws, my words, or our proximity. Encouraged, I pulled the zipper down slowly. “And your body? I have dreamed about this body every night since I walked into your shop. Imagined what you would look like spread out before me. How you would feel. How you would taste.”
The dress fell open, revealing creamy skin and a red lace bra that made my mouth go dry. I peeled the fabric off her shoulders slowly, letting it pool at her waist. Her breasts swelled over the cups of her bra, and when I cupped them through the lace, she moaned.
I unhooked her bra with more care than I had shown to anything in recent memory. The garment joined her dress. And then she was bare from the waist up, her breasts exposed to my hungry gaze. Her dusty pink nipples responded to my touch, already peaked with arousal.
Bending over her, I kissed every inch of her exposed skin. Her collarbone, the upper swell of her breasts. The valley between them, rich with her scent. She shook under my attention, her palms flat against the table.
I moved my mouth between her breasts, learning what made her gasp and what made her moan. My tongue circled one nipple while my fingers rolled the other. When I bit down gently, her whole body jerked. I grazed her silken skin with a tusk, and she started to shake. “Brok, please.” She could barely catch her breath. “Don’t stop.”
I had no intention to. Not even all the monsters in the Iron Steppe could have kept me from her right now. I pulled the dress down over her hips, taking her underwear with it. She lay before me in nothing but her heels, her skin flushed and glowing. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you.”
I couldn’t get enough of her. Her voice. The soft swell of her stomach, her hips flaring wide, the red curls covering her mound. I wanted to lose myself in her and never let the world find me.
I dropped to my knees between her legs, holding her thighs apart. “You have me. All of me.”
Her scent filled my senses, sweet and musky and completely intoxicating. I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, then higher, until my mouth found her center. The first taste of her made me groan against her flesh. She was already wet, her body ready for me. I refused to let her wait any longer.
As my tongue explored her folds, Hazel succumbed to the sensation. Her hips bucked off the table. She tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting. The bite of pain only spurred me on. This was not a battle, but if it had been, I intended to win it. To make her feel as treasured and beautiful as she’d always been to me.
Every tiny sound she let out made my cock throb even harder. Ignoring my own need, I found her clit and sucked gently. She yelped and almost hit me in the facewith her knee. I bit the inside of her thigh, just a slight nip to remind her of what I truly wanted to give her. “Not yet, Hazel. We’re getting there.”
“You’re such a tease, meathead,” she snapped. If she could still be sarcastic, I clearly wasn’t doing my job right.
I wanted to use my fingers, to stretch her and prepare her for my cock, but my claws made that impossible. I’d seen what damage they could do when extended, the deep gouges they could leave in training dummies. The thought of those same claws anywhere near her soft flesh made my stomach twist. So I used only my mouth, my tongue working deeper inside her. I kept my claw carefully retracted as my thumb found her clit.
She was so tight even around my tongue. The thought of pushing my cock into this slick heat made my vision blur. She wasn’t doing any better. Her thighs began to shake on either side of my head. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling harder.
“Brok, I’m going to—”
I sucked her clit into my mouth and, just like that, she shattered. She screamed my name, her whole body going rigid as her orgasm crashed through her. I kept working her through it until she collapsed boneless against the table.
Her legs quivered against me. Her chest heaved with each breath. Sweat made her skin gleam in the kitchenlights. She looked wrecked, thoroughly taken apart. Because of me. And I had no intention of stopping now.
I stood up and stripped off my shirt, then my pants and boxer briefs. My cock sprang free, hard and aching. Her eyes widened, her gaze dropping to my erection.
“That’s not going to fit.” She was still shaking on the kitchen table, but her eyes stayed on my cock. Not with fear. With hunger.
“It will.” I pulled her to the very edge of the table by her thighs. My green hands looked huge against her pale skin, and something primal in me loved the contrast. Loved that she could see exactly what I was and still wanted me. “I’ll make it fit. But I’ll go slow. I’ll take care of you.”
I gripped my cock and positioned myself at her entrance. She was wet and hot against my sensitive flesh. I pushed in slowly, just the tip at first, letting her body adjust to my size.
She whimpered, but it was a sound of pleasure, not of pain. “More. Please, Brok, I need—”
I pushed in another inch, watching her face carefully for any sign of pain. Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp. She felt incredible around me. I wanted to bury myself to the hilt, to feel her completely surrounding me. Instead, I held back. Not for my own pleasure. For her.
Another inch. Then another. Her body stretched to accommodate me, her inner walls fluttering around mycock as she adjusted. When I was finally seated fully inside her, we both groaned in unison. This was what I had been missing for decades in the human realm. Not just sex, but connection. The feeling of being exactly where I was supposed to be, with exactly who I was supposed to be with.
After today, I knew I’d never be able to give it up.
