My breath catches at the feeling of his thickened skin on my lips and the mystery in his eyes. For being lost somewhere in the Himalayan mountains, I have never felt more found.
“Where are we?” I whisper.
His eyes drop to my lips and warm, reigniting the earlier desire that pooled in my belly. He’s looking at me like I’m his next meal, and despite my brain screaming at me to run, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be devoured by him.
The warm safety of the cave is a sharp contrast to my fall, the suffocating snow, and my close brush with death. I reach up and lay my hand against his arm. “You saved me.”
He shoots me a very human smile as we stand with the steam curling up from the pool and filling the air between us. I’m not sure which is more surreal—this hidden oasis in the midst of the mountain's snowstorm, or this creature. But now I owe him my life.
I shiver, but not from the cold. Noticing, he gently tugs my hand and leads me up a path to the top of the pool. I follow, dazed, admiring the strength in his back, the curve of his spine, the frankly perfect ass that should not belong to a myth.
“That ass though,” I mutter.
He stops abruptly, and I’m so focused on the view that I crash into him with a yelp and topple over.
Chapter
Eight
Water rushes over me, the weight of my wet clothes dragging me under. Panic bubbles up like the scream that escapes from my throat, but before I can even fight to surface on my own, he lifts me from the water like a rag doll, holding me against him as I sputter and gasp.
Marvelling at his reflexes, I cough, then mumble, “Sorry.”
He raises an eyebrow. “How did you survive without me?”
My jaw drops. His voice is rough,as if dragged from the heart of the mountain, hewn from the stones themselves, but his English is flawless.
Which means…
The singing. The abdominal snowman nickname. The ass comment.
He heardeverything.
My cheeks flame as I mumble out the first response that comes to my mind. “To be fair, I don’t usually almost die more than once a day.”
“I rather enjoy you alive,” he replies, setting me on my feet. The way his voice rumbles over the wordenjoyreverberates deep in my core.
The water laps at my waist, and as I look down, I realize three things.
One—all I had to do to save myself was stand up in the shallow water. Instead, I panicked.
Two—for the first time in my life, I am very small. I barely reach his chest, and the water that pulled me under doesn’t even make it past his thighs.
And that’s how I end up staring directly at realization number three—giant mythical creatures have giant mythical cocks.
Oh. My. Gods.
And said cock is now close. Very close.
I can’t help but stare. In awe. In curiosity. In want.
He begins to harden under my gaze, the already impressive member rising up through the air towards me as the long prominent veins on the shaft begin to pulse. Mortified, I snap my eyes away.
“Um, thanks again,” I squeak, suddenly fascinated by the shimmering stalactites above us.
As he reaches out to unzip my coat, I bat his hand away and snap my eyes back to his. “Excuse me! Just because I had a little looky loo doesn’t mean you can undress me.”
He rolls his eyes and says, “Your clothes are soaked. You’ll catch cold.”
