At my moans and writhing he continues, voice even deeper, “Or do you want to be marked by me again? Have me pull out and spill my seed all over your face and breasts? Rub it into your skin and claim you as mine?”
He reaches back to caress my ass again and continues, “Do you want me to claimallof you?”
I cry out, imagining what it would be like for him to take me where no one else has been. The stretch would be intense, but perhaps with the lubricating plant he could. I’d try anything with him. Everything.
“Eryon,” I whimper, as his hips move faster while he holds me suspended above him, my belly bulging out with each thrust. “Yes. Fill me up. I need it. I want it.”
He hauls me up to the edge of the pool, flipping us so I'm on my back with my legs wrapped around his hips. He grips my shoulders with his large hands, anchoring me, and begins thrusting, slamming his body into mine with long, brutal strokes.
I thought I had taken all of him into my body. I had been wrong. Very, very wrong.
He alternates his gaze from intensely staring into my eyes to looking down to where he disappears inside my body. He towers over me, blocking the night sky from my sight, but it doesn’t matter, the only thing I want to see is him. I had been wrong earlier, this is the best show I’ve ever seen.
He pulls out to the tip and then slams back home. The heat, the velvet, the large pulsating veins slide against my inner walls over and over again. Nonstop cries fall from my lips as my heels dig into the soft fur along his flanks.
“Sruhnar, I can’t hold out against your tight heat. Let me feel you. Now,” he grinds out.
I can’t help but respond to his command, my pussy rippling around him, milking his cock and pulling his seed deep inside of me just as he said. He roars his release and the thick ropes ofheat painting my insides have pleasure rolling through me in waves as I clutch onto him, lost in the storm.
The long hard planes of his body, the slight velvet texture of his skin, the clear devotion in his eyes are the only thing anchoring me to the earth. Because…
I just mated with a Yeti, and it was fucking incredible.
Chapter
Thirteen
Eryon pulls me close and sinks us back into the hot spring. The warmth of the pool washes over us. The sky above begins to blush with the first hues of dawn, dappled light filtering down to paint the scene in soft golds and pinks. His heartbeat thumps beneath my ear as I rest against his chest, and for a moment, I wonder if this iswhat paradise feels like.
My jaw-cracking yawn breaks the peaceful silence, pulling a laugh from both of us as he mirrors mine with one of his own. I promised myself today would be the day I left, but the pull of this place, and the weight of my exhaustion, make it impossible to go just yet.
First, I need sleep. And I don’t know how I’m going to explain to Eryon that I need to go.
As he scoops me up bridal style, ignoring my insistence that I can walk yet again, I can’t help but take in the local flora, now painted with the soft hues of breaking dawn. My gaze lingers on the plants clustered near the head of the spring, their delicate leaves and flowers catching the light. Something about them tugs at my memory, and a frown creases my brow as my sex-addled brain tries to figure out why this plant seems so familiar.
The heart-shaped leaves, the compact growth, the star-shaped flowers nodding gently on their bent stems—the golden light of dawn highlighting their iridescent petals which are the exact blue-violet of my eyes. My breath catches, and my heart stutters as the realization strikes with the force of the avalanche.
Silene vitalis.The name blooms in my mind, unbidden and impossible.
It’s all I can do to weakly pat his arm in protest. He walks on, up and out of the water, passing by the plant without a second glance while I’m left grappling with the impossible truth it holds.
“Eryon, stop,” I force out through the lump in my throat as I wriggle free from his grasp and slide to the ground.
Racing over to the plant, I collapse to my knees. With trembling fingers, I reach out and brush a leaf, and my breath catches. The key to everything I’ve searched for lies right here, within my reach. I never would have found it tucked away in this specialized microclimate. Never.
“Sruhnar,” he calls sharply.
The edge in his voice makes me snap my head around. My heart stutters as I take in his expression. He storms toward me, his eyes flashing with anger, each step radiating a force I can feel through the ground beneath me. But all I can think about is my discovery. Nothing else matters at this moment.
“This is the plant I was looking for. This is the entire reason I came to the mountains.” My voice cracks, a mixture of disbelief and relief flooding me. “I was going to have to leave to find it, but it’s been right here the whole time. I’ll need to take it with me.”
Frustration gnaws at me as I think over the supplies I lack. Without my pack, I don’t have what I need to preserve and transport the plant properly. I’ll need a sterile setup, something to keep it cool and prevent the enzymes from breaking down while I figure out the extraction process. Maybe I should take a few plants, just to be safe.
I must have been mumbling my plan aloud to myself, the list of steps tumbling out under my breath, when Eryon interrupts me.
“No,” he says flatly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I glance up from the plant to meet his gaze. “No? What do you mean, no?”
