A Mate for the Savage(22)

Now isn’t the time to let that grief overtake you. They wouldn’t want your life to revolve around that.

It was hard to ignore, of course. They consumed her thoughts, the memories having her thinking about the happy times. Death wasn’t something her social status was unaccustomed to, but the way it had gone down, and the fact she’d never see them again, hurt her heart.

“Your thoughts are elsewhere, troubled,” Styx said, stopping right away, concern in his voice.

She swallowed, not wanting to think about the depressing stuff right now, because this wasn’t the time or place. She’d grieved for her family, for the loss, for what she’d never share with them again.

“I was thinking about my family.”

He lifted a brow. “At a time like this?” he asked, the seriousness and curiosity clear in his voice.

She shook her head. “I was thinking about my time back at the farm with my family. It just morphed from there.” She pushed all thoughts of her mother and brother out of her mind. “It wasn’t the most appropriate time, but I hadn’t been able to help myself, I guess. My grief just kind of rose up.”

He smoothed his hand on her knee, not sexual, but more comforting. “We don’t have to do anything, wife,” he said softly, his voice so deep and thick.

She looked at him, seeing that he was serious, that he’d stop this in a heartbeat if she wanted to, if her thoughts took her away. Audrey pushed away any remaining thoughts of her past, rose up slightly, and was the one to kiss him this time. She pulled back and looked in his dark eyes.

“Let’s focus on the here and now,” she whispered, meaning it.

Styx grabbed her behind the head, tangling his big hands in her hair, and claiming her mouth again. For long moments they kissed, their moans matching in intensity. He finally pulled back, and she sucked in a lungful of air.

“You’re sure?”

She nodded. “More than sure.”

He leaned back, that dark, aroused look covering his face and turning her on even more. He looked down the length of her body, just looking his fill and making her feel like there was no other woman in the world for him. “Just give yourself to me for all time, let me show you how good I can make you feel, how happy I can make you.” It was almost as if he spoke to himself.

“Take me, Styx.”

He lifted his gaze from between her thighs and stared into her eyes. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good you can’t walk straight tomorrow, my female.” He spoke low.

A shiver worked its way up her spine. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, put my baby inside of you.” He leaned closer so he had his mouth by her ear now. The dark, delicious words had her pussy clenching. “You’re primed for me,” he whispered. “You’re fertile to take my seed and have my child grow within you.”

She closed her eyes and exhaled. The fertility talk shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was, but she found herself moaning and thrusting her breasts against his hard, powerful chest.

Styx slid his other hand up her arm, over her bare shoulder, and wrapped his fingers around the column of her neck, adding just the smallest amount of pressure. He didn’t leave his hand there for that long before he smoothed it back down her chest and settled it right between her breasts.

His big body blocked out everything behind her. His species made humans look small and fragile in comparison.

Styx leaned in until she felt his lips along her jaw, loved the stubble from his cheek as it slightly abraded her flesh. Inhaling deeply, she took in his intoxicating scent, the aroma that made him all male. She closed her eyes and absorbed the pleasure moving through her. He moved his mouth along her neck, stroked her skin with his tongue, and gods, did it feel so good. She knew he could be so rough with her, just take what he wanted, but he made sure this was good for her, too.

He moved his mouth back to her ear and whispered, “Are you ready for me, female? Ready for me to take your virginity and fill you up with my seed?”

She shivered in response, unable to help herself. “I’m ready,” she actually managed to say.

His erection pressed against her inner thigh, so big and long, hard and massive. “Smelling you, feeling your warmth, your acceptance of this, of me, has me so on edge I’m barely hanging on.” They gazed at each other for a moment, neither speaking, but their breathing loud, identical.

He treated her as if she meant something to him, not like a piece of property.

Styx smoothed a finger along her cheek, his gaze on her mouth. Then his lips were on hers and his tongue speared between them. He tasted potent, powerful.