Chapter 14 #2
“What’s the matter, Awful didn’t tell you?” I spat.
“Ufful say Kehl stupid, has bootiful female that only wants Kehl touch her.”
“If even that,” I huffed and puffed angrily.
Moving closer, leaving the table separating us, he dipped to try and catch my gaze but I was having none of that.
“What do you want? Why are you here? Don’t you have other beast’s mates to refuse to sell whatever the hell it is you do to them? To the point they stalk me and bother me, hmm?”
The sound of something sliding across the table drew my attention. A thick, clawed finger tapped the paper I’d given Daisy to give to him. Daring a glance, the tip of his nail was on my note to him telling him to eat my fruit.
“It’s supposed to say kiss my ass. It’s an Earth insult.” Pursing my lips, I added, “Ufful was supposed to tell you I said to kiss my ass too, for good measure.”
Kehl tapped the paper. “Kehl rather do this.”
“Knock yourself out. See if I care,” I muttered, then shifted to turn away from him completely. This involved lifting the chair to move it. I looked ridiculous with my butt still partially planted in my seat, grabbing it and lifting it to turn it away from him, but I didn’t care. Not right now.
I knew he was moving as his scent thickened in the air.
His fur brushed the long sleeved shirt Dace had helped me put together. It was more of a thin sweater but it wasn’t too thick I got hot sleeping in it.
A rumble had started up in his chest. It stuttered out when he knelt down in front of me and realized I was glaring as tears glistened in my eyes. My hands were still gripping the sides of the chair. I was white-knuckling the wood.
“I don’t need you,” I growled out softly. I did, though. Being this close to him without touching him was pure hell.
It started with my lips, the tremors, but I pressed my lips firmly shut. Then it moved onto my limbs, until there wasn’t a part of me shivering and shaking in his wake, desperately wanting to close the distance between us.
“Kehl need my Purr-roo.” He said it so softly I could almost pretend he didn’t. The pained noise I made in response gave me away.
Leaning in, he stopped just shy of pressing his mouth to the top of my head or nuzzling into me affectionately. Instead, he let out one of his growls that had me gasping for air, shaking so hard the chair started to knock, wondering just how much longer I could hold out. Not very long at this rate.
“I can’t do this again,” I muttered as he blew a soft breath across the top of my head. Shaking my head, I admitted, “I can’t do it, being with you and then not being with you. You’re all I have, and I-” My voice cracked and I found myself gulping in air like I’d forgotten to breathe.
Kehl lifted his hands up to show me that he too was deeply affected by the distance we’d put between us.
I needed him. He needed me.
I was breathing so hard at this point, so close but not touching, I sounded like I was hyperventilating. The way my face started to tingle, I probably was.
“Kehl?” My voice trembled as I spoke, coming out choked, hoarse.
Kehl pulled back to look at me then.
“I need you.”
Kehl closed the distance between us then, nabbing me up from the chair and crushing me to him. My lips found his and his tongue thrust into my mouth.
Thick fingers gripped the material of my sweater shirt and he tugged at it. My hands, meanwhile, where everywhere, roaming his back, then lower, anywhere they could reach to dig in and grab on.
Kehl growled at the rough treatment, telling me just how much he enjoyed what I was doing to him.
Moving his mouth away from mine, he focused on my neck, then lower, and then lower still, shoving clothing out of his way as it suited him. By the time he’d made it all the way down to my pants, he paused long enough to glance for the perfect spot and lifted me up to set me on the table.
“We eat off of this,” I started to say as I pulled my shirt over my head, but the snarl Kehl let loose as his eyes started to change, and slowly the rest of him along with his shift, reminded me that tables were washable and after much scrubbing Dace would hopefully forgive me for defiling it.
Grabbing up my discarded sweater shirt, Kehl lifted me up higher and set the shirt I’d just whipped off for him down before setting me down atop it.
Good enough for me.
“Eat Purr-roo fruit,” he growled out.
He wanted to what now? My face flamed. The communal kitchen table was not the spot I’d pick for kissing that particular part of my body.
Kehl’s head dipped, thick hand splaying over my abdomen pinning me in place, and his tongue, extra long and forked in his Krampus form, swiped across my lower belly.
“Oh god.” My body jolted and a loud moan escaped me. If he wasn’t holding me down I’d have shot right up off the table and smacked right into him at the first swipe.
Lower, and lower he moved, tugging my pants down my legs as he worked. Eat Purr-roo’s fruit. He kept muttering that over and over like a weird little mantra.
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him exactly what he meant by that, considering the meaning I’d intended.
Pants slipping free to drop wherever on the floor, the hand on my abdomen slid down my body, a growl escaping him when it dipped further, gliding over my clit, then my already glistening slit, he gripped my thighs, pinning them open to him, and dipped his head to lave me with the kind of particular attentions that answered that burning interpretive question right quick.
He paid special attention to that throbbing nub before dipping lower. That fat appendage tormenting me so teased at my entrance, slipped just the tip deep, before he went for broke and his thick, flicking tongue slid deep. “Oh god!”
I jackknifed then. The only thing holding me in place was those thick, clawed fingers digging into my flesh. My arms shot out, fingers scrambling for purchase.
Those crazy horn-antlers protruding from his head were the closest thing to me. I grabbed on and held on as he took me for a wild ride.
“OH GOD!” That was about the only thing I was capable of expressing at the moment, unless moaning counted.
Kehl growled against my sex, the vibrations that something extra that quickly sent me over. I knew he came as I crested, the growl he let loose, the way he began to jerk suddenly, that familiar peppermint-y scent filling the room.
With a snarl loud enough to rattle the rafters, Kehl pulled back.
I would have immediately followed after but then he lifted up over me, jerking me into his arms, and then he was there, pressing hotly against me, the underside of his strange looking length pressing against my slit, and began to move.
“Mine,” he snarled as he began pumping his shaft along my aching slit and still throbbing clit.
My fingers buried in the thick patches of fur on his shoulders and my nails dug into the flesh hidden below hard enough I was sure I’d left marks behind. Just being with him like this felt amazing.
Dipping to nuzzle his throat, the urge to bite him, mark him up good, claim him, make him mine in a way that anyone who looked at him would see that scar and know hit me. And yet a part of me, something held me back.
As if sensing my reticence, Kehl stopped cold and pulled back.
My throat worked and I blinked rapidly as my eyes began to water. “I- I want you. All of you.” My voice was hoarse, throat gone drier than dust. “I need you.”
My fingers, digging into his neck, tightened.
Kehl stared down at me for the longest moment, so long I fully expected him to withdraw.
Instead, he started to make a soft sound, like a gruff but soothing, chittering purr.
Slipping my hands free from where they had a death grip on his shoulders, I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my face to his chest. “Stubborn, pig headed jerk. Why can’t you just let me love you?
” Tears tracked down my face, wetting his fur.
My grip tightened on him until he let out a surprised grunt.
With a little growl, I informed him, “Send another male after me in your stead ever again and I’ll bite your fruit right off. ”
The low chuffing noise that rattled his chest told me he not only understood exactly what I meant but found my empty threat amusing.
God, he smelled so good. With a groan, I buried my face in the fur on his chest and nuzzled the spot. The noises that erupted from Kehl told me he liked what I was doing.
Thinking about what he’d just done for me, I pulled back to stare at him.
Kehl made an unhappy noise, his eyes closed, good feels shivers wracking his frame.
At my withdrawal, his eyes shot open and those sharper features of his looked downright sinister as he narrowed that sharp gaze on me and growled unhappily.
It was the closest to a What gives? a beast has ever gifted me.
“My turn,” I returned happily.
Kehl’s scowl slipped into a frown. He wasn’t quite comprehending.
Nudging him back, until he was standing a short distance from the table, his brow furrowed as I dipped down to kneel at his feet.
His dick looked like one of those unicorn horn spiraled lollipops, a very thick, red and white Christmas-y striped, peppermint scented, barber pole edition.
Slipping my fingers around the base of him, an action that caused him to growl in a way that told me he was surprised but thoroughly approved, and then I leaned in and wrapped my lips around that massive candy cane for a taste.
The noises Kehl made, my god. I had the good feels shivers rattling me and they were multiplying as I took him deeper and the noises he was making grew.
I barely had myself a taste, taking almost all of him in one deep throated bob, pulled back for another, when he let out a deafening bellow, his cock began to jerk, and his essence spilled forth into my mouth.