The Savage

She took a moment to just stare at Styx, at the way his body moved so fluidly, his muscles bunching and relaxing with every step he took, the intense expression he also wore. She felt herself become wet, wanting him inside of her desperately, but she’d never say it out loud. She couldn’t. But then Styx stopped just a few feet from her, set his sword down so it leaned against the rock wall, and turned to face her.

She watched as his pupils dilated, his eyes becoming dark and dangerous, a trait she knew meant he was aroused. She also saw the tip of his fangs, and the side of her neck throbbed with the remembrance of him running those deadly points along her flesh, not puncturing her, but the threat, enticement there at the surface.

Food forgotten and arousal claiming every part of her, there was something that shifted in Audrey She found herself slowly rising, her pulse increasing, and the sound of the fire crackling not blocking out their increased respirations.

“Audrey.” Styx said her name softly, with heat. He inhaled, and a tingle spread through her at the knowledge he was taking in the fact she was wet for him. This low, animalistic sound left him, and then he was right in front of her. He had his head lowered and ran the tip of his nose up the length of her throat.

“I can smell how much you want me, mate,” he growled out in a deep whisper.

She closed her eyes and nodded, knowing he couldn’t see her do the act, but unable to actually say anything.

He cupped her cheeks in his huge hands, leaned back, and looked into her eyes.

“Matuva Grethya Nu,” he said in his native tongue. His words were gruff, his language on the serrated side, but she found it beautiful all the same.

“What did you say?” she asked. One day she’d learn his language.

That thought had this warmth spreading through her, because it was like a slap to the face with the realization she wanted to stay.

He lowered his gaze to her mouth. “It means you are my earth, my moon, sun, and stars. It means my heart beats for you, that you’re my everything.”

She lowered her gaze to his mouth, as well. “All of that for three little words?”

He lowered his head an inch closer to her. “More or less.” The corner of his mouth lifted, and then he had his lips on hers. Styx moved his hands down her face, stroked his fingers along the sides of her neck, and continued lower until he gripped her hips. He kissed her while he did this, stroking his tongue over her lips, before delving it into her mouth. He flexed and released his fingers on her hips, and she knew that this encounter … this mating, as he called it, would be so heated she wouldn’t even be able to comprehend the magnitude of it.

It wasn’t just about her losing her virginity to Styx, but about her giving herself to a male that would never let her go.

And that is a heady combination.

The fire running through her veins could not be ignored, could not be extinguished, but Audrey didn’t want it any other way.

He broke the kiss and started moving his mouth down her cheeks, along her neck, and stopped at her collarbone. “So sweet, mate.” He growled the words out.

She breathed out heavily, because at the moment that was all she could do. Styx made her wet and so ready to take him into her body, making her feel like she was losing all control. He pulled her closer to him, and she felt his hardness. She gasped at the feeling because it heightened her own arousal.

A shiver worked its way through her, and Audrey grabbed his head, tangled her fingers in his messy, longer hair, and pulled his head back until she could look into his eyes.

He flared his nostrils, his pupils fully dilated and his mouth parted. She glimpsed his wicked-looking fangs again, and she got impossibly wetter. Audrey took control of the kiss and gave back just as forcefully as Styx had. He groaned against her mouth and grabbed a chunk of her hair behind her head, pulling the strands until the pain mixed with the pleasure.

After long seconds, he finally broke the kiss.

She moaned when he ran his tongue back down her neck and along her pulse.

“I’m going to mark you so fucking good.”

He was rock hard, so big and thick that wetness coated her inner thighs. He smoothed his hands over her bottom, down the back of her thighs, and gripped her behind the knees. Before she knew what was happening, he had her leather pants off and had his hand between her thighs.

“Styx,” she said and closed her eyes as his big fingers found her soaking slit. She wrapped her thighs around his waist. He claimed her mouth once more and speared his tongue between her lips.