CHAPTER TEN

He stood on the porch, desperate to control the raging need inside him, but it was no use. He’d pushed himself to his limit while bathing Angel, and her kiss broke him.

Striding off the porch, he turned toward the incline of his mountain and lay down face first in the snow. The coolness of it was noticeable, but it did little to tamp down his need to release.

Rolling over, he brought his hand to his cock, stroking it quickly. Even as he stared at the clouds gathering in the sky, his body bowed as his seed flowed over his tip and into his moving hand.

It left him wanting.

He sat up and cleaned himself with the snow. Washing Angel had been ecstasy and torture all at once. Her body was so different from his and every erogenous zone written about in the books he’d read was far more pleasing to him than the last.

It was one thing to read and look at pictures, but to feel a woman’s body, in particular Angel’s, was a new experience. She was soft everywhere as if made to embrace his hard lines. If he were a man, he wouldn’t hesitate to take what she offered.

If he were a man.

The age-old anger against Victor reared its ugly head, the one that sent him down the dark path of revenge. He must be strong against it. The ramifications of his crimes were too hard to live with even now. If he took Angel, all hope for redemption would be lost.

Unless…hope, that new and fragile concept, rose to spite him. Unless it was what she wanted. Her interest in him was obvious from her questions to her kisses. What if pleasing her was the way to peace. Is that not what he’d been doing?

No, he’d been healing her. Saving her from death’s grasping hands. That is what fate wanted. Did fate also want him to please her? Make her happy?

And when she left? His chest tightened. When she left, it would cause a pain like none he’d ever experienced. He thought he’d hurt when his mate was destroyed, but it would be nothing compared to Angel’s departure.

Would he then be trading one torture for another?

He spread his legs out and leaned back on his hands, trying to feel the cold of the snow, the chill of the air, even the moisture of the clouds. It was there, sensations, but only shadows of what they’d once been. In another hundred years, would he feel anything?

The thought sent panic racing through him. There was very little he feared now, but the inability to feel was one. This might be his only chance to know what it was like to be with a woman. As the thought took hold, it grew stronger by the second.

He jumped to his feet and strode to his outdoor shower. He would feel while he still could. Opening the lever, he washed quickly, then skipped the steps all together as he jumped onto the porch.

He opened the door with such force, it banged against the wall. “I want you.”

Angel’s eyes rounded in obvious surprise then a shy smile formed on her lips. “I want you, too.”

A tightness around his chest eased, and he closed the door. Grabbing his towel from its hook, he dried himself as he stalked to the bed. He moved the chair out of the way and stared at her mouth.

Her tongue came out to lick her lips, and his cock jumped to attention.

His decision made, he was anxious now to fulfill it. Reaching down, he whipped the quilt from the bed and on to the floor.

“Oh.” At her exclamation, he scanned her face, but saw no fear.

Moving to the end of the bed, he kicked his clothes chest out of the way. He stood there savoring the sight of his Angel. Her long legs, the patch of short blonde pubic hair that hid what he’d only touched through cloth. Her wide hips that tapered into her waist. Her plump breasts that fascinated him with their softness and even now, hard nipples. Her slender neck made his lips itch to kiss the skin there and her mouth called to his tongue.

The flush in her cheeks gave her a healthy glow she was now capable of, and he risked a quick look in her eyes, the green within them almost as dark as pine needles. Even her golden hair seemed to call out to him, asking him to touch it.

He couldn’t resist. He climbed onto the bed and pushed her legs wide, careful not to touch her feet. Moving forward, he knelt between her knees.

She raised her arms. “I wish I could touch you.”

“And I’m glad you can’t. I want to enjoy every moment and your touch would require I rush.”

She licked her lips. “I don’t think you could go too fast for me right now.”

He shook his head, but didn’t answer. Running his hands over her ribs, he cupped her breasts. They were full and warm and round, a texture like nothing on his own body and far more beautiful than the whore’s he’d held last century.

He let his thumb stroke across the nipples and watched in fascination as they hardened more, wrinkling the skin of the areolas. Her body responded so quickly to his touch. They were connected.

But for how long?

He pushed the thought aside. Now was what mattered. She was what mattered. Lowering his head, he held one breast up with his hand and flicked at the hard nub with his tongue. It grew even harder, like his cock felt. He circled the nipple, listening to Angel’s breathing.

Gently, he scraped his teeth across either side of her nipple and her breath caught. She liked that. Taking it between his teeth again, he rolled it.

Angel’s moan of pleasure, urged him on. He sucked on her breast, rolling the nub with his tongue as her body bowed in response. Slowly, he increased his sucking until small squeals came from the back of her throat.

Letting go of that breast, he sat back on his haunches, waiting for her to regain regular breathing.

“What are you waiting for?” She sounded anxious.

“You.”

“Me? I’m ready whenever you are. Can’t you tell?”

Actually, he could. Her nipples had lost a little of their hardness, so he grasped them both between his forefingers and thumbs and pinched them lightly. He let go to see his handy work. That was better. He liked them like that, as excited as she was.

He pinched them a little harder and was rewarded with another moan. He rolled each nub between his fingers, and yet another moan issued forth as her legs against him widened even farther and she bent her knees.

He looked down at the shadowed area. This is where they differed the most, and he wanted to see it.

Stepping back onto the floor, he grabbed the lantern and hooked it on a nail in the wall near the foot of the bed.

“What are you doing?” Angel lifted her head up to watch him.

“I want to see you.”

“Oh.”

He climbed back on the bed, pleased that she didn’t shy away from being viewed. When he knelt between her legs again, he noticed her nipples had softened. Immediately, he rolled them again, loving her intake of breath and the look of her breasts with their hard points.

Leaning over, he gave one breast attention with his mouth, sucking it before biting lightly. When it was a good hardness, he pulled back and moved his gaze to between Angel’s legs. Pink folds covered in a moist shine greeted him. He frowned. “You’re still wet.”

“Of course, I am. You made me wet.”

But he had dried her. He’d been very careful about that. He tried to remember all he had read on sexual intercourse, but his mind didn’t seem to be functioning that well. Using his index fingers, he spread apart her folds to find her entrance. As her opening was revealed, he looked at his cock.

He was not human. They might not fit.

Disappointment brushed over him, and he swallowed hard. If that was the case, he needed to make sure she had her pleasure first, so she wouldn’t be disappointed. Stroking along the wet folds, he pushed his large finger into her opening, pleased when it spread for him.

“Oh yes.” Angel’s words were barely a whisper.

He glanced up at her face and found her eyes closed, which gave him the chance to watch her reactions. He pulled his finger back out slowly, the suction on it causing his balls to tighten. It glistened in the lantern light.

Instinctually, he put it in his mouth and sucked off the wetness. He closed his eyes at the intimate taste of Angel, a primal urge to mate tightening his gut. When he withdrew his finger and opened his eyes, he found her staring at him, her mouth slightly open. Then she licked her lips, and he stifled a groan.

Breaking their eye contact, he slid his finger inside her again. Her tummy sucked in with her breath. When he retracted his finger this time, he spread the juices over her hard nub at the top of her folds, what he’d read was the clitoris. This was supposed to be of particular excitement for women and Angel’s moan confirmed it.

Bringing his finger back to her opening, he added another to test the flexibility of her female sheath. As his two fingers slid inside with no resistance, his own breath caught. Angel’s eyes were closed once again, a sign she enjoyed it. After pulling his fingers out, he repeated his attention to her apex nub.

When she started to pant, he ran his fingers back to her sheath. Holding his breath, this time, he slowly pushed three fingers inside, the moist canal fitting around them like a tight glove. Angel moaned loudly, and his entire groin caught fire.

Lowering his head, he left his fingers inside as he licked at the moisture he’d spread over her clit. Her moans increased and her hips rose against his face.

She was close to fulfillment. The knowledge gave him confidence, and he began to ease his fingers out then push them back in as he continued to lick.

Angel’s raspy squeals of pleasure filled his ears and caused his cock to leak. He refused to yield to his own need until she was happy. He increased the rhythm of his fingers, pushing harder, gauging her reactions.

Her hips bucked as if she were close but it wasn’t enough. Without thought, he took the clit inside his mouth and sucked.

“Yes!” Angel’s yell filled the cabin.

Her legs tried to close against his, so he pushed his fingers deep and held them there while he continued his suction.

Her yell fell to a loud groan and finally pants, her hips not pulling away from his mouth. He let go of her nub, but didn’t remove his fingers.

He sat up and watched as she came down from her pleasure, her tummy rising and falling in fewer beats, her hard nipples softening. Her cheeks were a deep red in the muted light making her even more desirable.

Finally, her eyelids fluttered open and a soft smile curved her lips. “That was wonderful.”

He forced his gaze away, afraid she’d see the need in his eyes and fear it. “I’m glad you enjoyed that.”

“But you need to enjoy, too.”

At her invitation, he was thankful his fingers still filled her sheath because the urge to ram his cock deep into her body almost overwhelmed him. He gritted his teeth to keep himself immobile.

“Sas, kiss me?” The uncertainty in her voice helped him pull his thoughts from his body to her.

“Why?”

“I want to feel closer to you.”

Her words burrowed into his heart. He dared to look in to her eyes, and the caring in them spoke to long-buried yearnings. Even as he stretched forward onto one elbow to do her bidding, he knew the risk he took, but ignored the warnings in his head.

As his lips touched hers, she opened her mouth in invitation. It was permission to take what he needed. He swept his tongue inside and tasted every part of her.

Her soft moan as her tongue tangled with his heightened his awareness. He curled his fingers inside her sheath and her body pressed upward against him, her soft breasts flattening into his chest.

The craving to be inside her grew stronger than his will. He slipped his fingers from her and her cry of disappointment almost broke what little control he had. He brought his other hand up and held her head steady as he plundered her mouth.

Her hips rose and undulated, pressing her mons against his cock. He may be stronger than any man, but at her urging, he caved. He let go of her mouth and lifted his hips. Burying his hands in her hair, he turned her head to the side and kissed her neck.

Pulling his body back, he rubbed his chest over her breasts and licked at her jaw. His cockhead found her opening and pressed at it. He lifted his head as he breathed in the minty scent and musk that surrounded him, his need to thrust forward freezing him.

“Please.” She spoke to the wall as he still held her head to the side, but her request scraped away all but the vestiges of his control.

His body strained against his mind and his cockhead pressed into her sheath. It was tight. So tight.

As if she understood his need, she rolled her hips upward and wrapped her legs around him. Her sheath moved against him and he slipped farther in. Still, he held himself back because to let go would be to hurt her. He’d never hurt her.

Her legs pushed on his back, beckoning him inside. Slowly, painfully, he inched forward, his body straining at his control. Her legs squeezed harder, begging him to fill her. He slid deeper until he could go no farther.

Taking deep breaths, he tried to regulate his breathing, but it wouldn’t slow. He moved her head to face him. Her eyes were open. She mouthed a single word as her lips quirked up on one side. Enjoy.

The permission in her eyes, the utter trust in him, and the offering of her body for his fulfillment broke his control.

As Sas bumped against her cervix, she felt her sheath flood with her juices. She was so ready for him. For the first time in her life, she released control over the lovemaking. Sas was a wild-man, elemental in his simplicity. Her instinct said allow him to have his way and let go. Let him be the primal man he was, and she would love being all woman.

The intensity in his eyes was almost hard to meet, but when she gave up that final control, it bored into her as if tying her to the bed. Then his mouth came down on hers and took what she gave willingly at the same time his hips lifted. Up and up and up.

His first thrust sent a jolt through her like an electric shock. It brought her to the very edge of an orgasm. His next thrust sent her over into intense bliss, but instead of bursting and fizzling out, his next thrust brought her higher, lighting up her insides like fire.

His tongue ravished her mouth as he held her head where he wanted it while his hips pumped into her hard, thrust after thrust, riding her as if he might never come.

But he did and as he flooded her with his ecstasy, he ripped his mouth away and shouted his joy, which was but an echo in her ears as her own yell burst from her core and into the evening air.

She’d closed her eyes at the power and length of her orgasm. Letting go obviously had its rewards. At the feel of Sas’ forehead touching hers, she smiled. “That was amazing.”

“I didn’t hurt you?”

She shook her head, causing him to raise his own. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him, but he avoided her gaze and kissed her cheek.

She was fine with that. She’d even be fine with him sleeping with her, which was not her usual sentiment. She usually liked having the bed to herself so she could sleep and she definitely wanted to sleep after that, but she’d be happy if he joined her.

She hadn’t expended that much energy in all the days she’d been in Alaska. As if on cue, her hands started to throb. She almost smiled at the reminder she wasn’t herself yet…almost.

Sas pulled his hips back, and she dropped her legs, her weakness creeping in now that the adrenaline rush of sex was gone. He stepped off the bed and lifted the quilt to cover her. “Rest.”

She nodded, closing her eyes at the same time, a feeling of contentment filling her.

~~*~~

A throbbing in her hand woke her. Angela opened her eyes to pitch black darkness in the cabin, but she could tell she’d rolled onto her side. She must be feeling better if she was returning to old habits. The only problem was the pressure on her hand made it burn like it had before.

Quickly, she readjusted herself, lying flat on her back. Her stomach growled to remind her she’d fallen asleep long before dinner. She didn’t want to wake Sas after all he’d done for her.

Another rumble sounded only this one was outside. Were there thunderstorms in Alaska?

A bright flash of light lit the cabin followed by a loud boomer.

That answered that question. Maybe Sas was awake anyway. She lifted her head to look in the direction of the couch. Another flash of lightning hit, and her scream lodged in her throat.

Sas sat on the couch, his eyes wide and wild before blackness reigned again.

A sizzling crack made her jump before another roll of loud thunder followed. Fear skittered up her spine. Was he sleepwalking? She waited for the rumble to die away. “Sas? Are you awake?”

No answer.

She didn’t like the idea of him being asleep but with his eyes wide open. It was eerie. “Sas! Wake up.”

“I am.” She barely heard him, his voice so low it sounded as if it was dragged up from the depths of hell.

“Are you okay?”

Another flash of lightning hit, but Sas hadn’t moved. The thunder that followed was so loud the sound vibrated the bed. He still didn’t answer her.

“Sas, please come here.” She didn’t know what she’d do once he got there, but anything to keep him from looking like a poorly made horror movie.

Lightning flashed again, but he remained where he was. This time it took a couple of seconds before the thunder vibrated the bed, but Sas was frozen in place. “Sas! Come over here, right now!”

Despite the rain hitting the roof, she heard his footsteps as he approached. Okay, now what was she supposed to do?

Sas didn’t pull the chair over or even stand next to the bed. Instead, he lifted the quilt, crawled in and pulled her against him, fitting her to his chest as he lay on his side. His warmth was welcome, and she smiled in the darkness. “Thank you.”

Almost a minute went by before another flash lit the cabin. Sas’ body jerked at the light, but other than that he didn’t react. When the thunder rolled in almost ten seconds later, he remained stock still.

Was he afraid of lightning? That was a little hard to believe. Then again, if he was closer to the Sasquatch he was named after than they realized…Would that man/animal also be afraid of lightning and thunder? Many domestic animals were.

She tossed the idea aside. Sas wasn’t an animal, he was a well-traveled, intelligent, very large man and nothing more. The storm simply played with her imagination.

When another lightning strike flashed and Sas jerked again, she was back to believing the man holding her had a lightning phobia. On one hand it was a shock, but on the other hand, it made her feel useful. Maybe she could make him feel better for a change.

She couldn’t touch him with her hands, so she carefully turned toward him and kissed his chest before snuggling her head against his shoulder. His arm tightened around her, and he buried his face in her hair.

Thunder sounded in the distance as the storm moved farther away. There was still more lightning to come, but each time he squeezed her tight before relaxing again.

She wanted to cry for him. To be such a huge, strong man and to be afraid of lightning had to be embarrassing for him. Maybe his fear wasn’t unreasonable. Some childhood trauma could be associated with it, or—oh shoot, what if it had something to do with his scars?

Her eyes started to water at the thought of him going through so much surgery as a young boy then reliving that every time there was lightning in the sky. His scars were faded enough where that could very well be the case.

When another rumble sounded only this one inside her tummy, she grimaced. Maybe he didn’t hear that.

Sas pulled his head away from hers. “You’re hungry.”

Shoot, guess he did. “Just a little. I think it was all that activity.” Though she spoke to his chest, she sensed his disagreement even before he spoke.

“No. I didn’t feed you dinner because you were asleep. I will rectify that now.” He removed his arm from around her, and she immediately missed it.

She didn’t want him to go, which made absolutely no sense. “Kiss me first? I’m hungry for that even more.” Shoot, now she sounded needy.

He stilled as if unsure of how to respond. There was something so vulnerable about that, which made her feel a lot better about her own feelings. She lifted her face up to where she knew he was though she couldn’t see him at all.

Somehow though, he found her lips on the first try and breached them. As his tongue took command of her mouth, every muscle in her body went lax. Take me was the only thought in her head.

But Sas had much stronger willpower than she did and he broke the kiss.

She stifled a moan of disappointment as he rose from the bed, careful to replace the quilt around her. Though he didn’t say anything, she had a feeling he wanted her fed so they could have sex again without depleting her strength. She was all for that, so she didn’t complain.

Once Sas lit the lantern, she had even less reason to complain as he set about making her dinner while completely naked.

He sliced the onion and threw it into the pan with the elk meat. His thoughts swirled in his head. Half of him wanted to run to the top of his mountain and shout for joy while the other half urged him to simply run as far from Angel as possible.

She caused a maelstrom of emotions to fill him and with no one to guide him, he was swept up in them like a snowflake in a blizzard. Burying his cock inside her had been a bliss he didn’t know existed, didn’t know was possible. It felt like…like heaven?

He dumped the mushrooms on the counter and proceeded to chop them. Everything about Angel was soft. She was his opposite in every way as if fate decreed he could finally be whole, despite the difference in their lifespans.

His hand froze in midair. That’s why he wanted to run. The thought of having a mate only to lose her in forty years while he continued to exist for another forty hundred caused a pain so sharp in his chest that he flinched.

Recalling himself to his task, he finished cutting the mushrooms and added them to the pan. He pulled a box from the cabinet and sprinkled four of his spices over the food. Putting them away, he moved to the cold box and scooped a hunk of butter from the bowl inside. Flicking that into the pan as well, he stared at the food.

Something was missing, but his mind didn’t want to focus. This was for Angel. The woman who depended on him to survive. The woman who let him enjoy her body until he was fulfilled. The woman who comforted him in the storm.

A rumble in the distance echoed his thought, and he turned from the pan and strode into his pantry cave. The cooler air stopped the sudden panic in his chest that she knew his only weakness. His fear of lightning.

Akiakook had told him he needed to face his fear to conquer it, but no matter how many times he tried, he’d failed. Now the woman who could be his salvation knew of his weakness…and comforted him.

Comfort. No one had done that for him in all the years of his existence. It had been denied him for so long that he’d thought it impossible for a being like himself as if his lack of comfort was part of the price he paid for his immortality. Not that he’d ever been given the choice. If he could have a finite number of years and grow old like man, he’d embrace it with whole-hearted enthusiasm.

He stared at the crates and barrels in his cave, trying to remember why he’d entered, but instead, he kept seeing images of Angel’s naked body and feeling her snuggle against him to offer comfort.

A new vision of life formed, one with joy and happiness. One where he lived like a man, had a mate and shared every day with someone who loved h—

He grabbed his head as if to block out the tempting picture.

No! It wasn’t possible. He was not human and he didn’t deserve love. He was a monstrosity, an abomination like Victor said. His acts of repentance were no more than pennies against the cost of his crimes.

But you didn’t know. His younger voice crept up again to tempt him. You acted on instinct, the same instinct man has if not tempered by nurturing and goodness and education.

No, not true. He’d understood. He’d even set up one innocent to take the blame for his crime. He didn’t deserve love. All he could hope for was peace. Akiakook had said peace was the ultimate state for those who had gone against their own nature.

But you acted according to your nature. It was all Victor left you. He didn’t treat you like the son you should have been. He created you and left you to fend for yourself, to learn who you were on your own with no guidance. He never gave you a chance. He dismissed you as a monster from the moment of your first breath, before you even knew what breath and light and life was.

That may be true, but that only made him less worthy of love. If his nature was to be a monster then he didn’t deserve to mate. Wasn’t that what Victor had feared? Why he’d destroyed the one woman who could have been his exact match?

“Sas? Are you alright in there?” Angel’s voice floated through the doorway.

He didn’t want to answer. The truth was, he would never be all right. “I will return shortly.” He pushed away any further thoughts on happiness and searched for the small bottle of juice he rarely used. Finding it where he expected, he walked back inside to the counter and sprinkled a small amount of lemon on the meat. Though lemon balm had the name of lemon, it tasted of mint which wasn’t what he wanted for their dinner, but lemon juice was a rare commodity.

“What are you making?” Angel’s voice helped him keep his dark thoughts at bay.

“I’ll tell you after you taste it.”

“Uh-oh. That sounds like it might be something I’d never eat if I had the choice.”

He moved the pan to the wood stove then added more wood. “You don’t have to try it.”

“Of course, I’ll try it. I love everything you feed me. In fact, I was hoping to have a little of you for dessert.”

Confused, he glanced at her to find her staring at his bare cock. Immediately, blood rush to that spot, and he hardened as raw lust built in his groin. He turned his back on her and opened the cabinet.

The thought of her mouth enveloping his cock had him gripping the plate in his hand. Was this more punishment? To tempt him with sex, knowing he could have nothing more?

“By the way, I don’t mind having dessert before dinner.” She practically purred her words.

His cock jumped, hitting the side of the counter, and he tightened his ass in response. He’d never been a saint, far from it, so if she wanted to suck on his cock, he’d oblige, knowing full well he would be sorry later.

“Though I have to admit it’s smelling really good in here.”

At her words, he forced himself to let go of the plate, pick up a spatula and tend to their meal. She needed her energy if she wanted to…he quickly flipped the meat and dribbled the juices over it. He had to concentrate on dinner. Having a hard cock near the stove meant he might burn himself and he had no doubt he would feel every hot sensation of it.

Moving the pan over to the counter, his thoughts brought new conclusions. While inside Angel he’d felt every sweet sensation. Obviously, the lack of sensation over the years hadn’t effected that piece of his anatomy. That was odd. Maybe because he’d never had the experience of being inside a woman before.

He loaded the plate with food, cutting the meat at the counter. When he walked to the bed, he found Angel staring at him.

“I hope I’m not embarrassing you. I’ve never been with a man of your size before and, well, it’s pretty exciting.”

He swallowed hard as her gaze left his face to wander down his torso. Before it reached his hardening cock, he sat and used the fork to spear a mushroom, onion slice and a square of elk meat.

She chuckled. “Okay, I get the message. Shut up and eat.” She opened her mouth and he placed the food inside. She took the mouthful and chewed while he gathered more food onto the fork.

When he looked up again, she was licking her lips. Fascinated by her tongue as it slid along her full lips, his cock grew harder, hitting the bottom of the plate.

She opened her mouth again for another bite, but his desire was too strong.

Within seconds he stood, placed the plate on the chair and climbed onto the bed. He straddled her chest, still careful of her hands despite the lust riding him hard. Looking down at her face, he caught her sly smile.

He gazed into her eyes. “I want this.”

A shiver raced across her skin before she winked. “Of course you do, every man does.”

He shook his head. “I’ve never had it.”

Her eyes widened before her gaze fell to his cock. “Then you’re long overdue. Just remember to let me determine how much of you to take because you’re far too long for me to swallow all of you.” She raised her head and licked at his tip then looked up at him.

His voice caught in his throat, so he nodded to let her know he understood.

“Good. Now bring your handsome-self closer, so I can taste more of you.” She licked her lips again as if to entice him.

He hesitated a couple of seconds, unsure if he’d be able to stay in control with such a new experience. He tossed the idea aside. Keeping her safe was too strong an instinct. He was confident he wouldn’t go too far.

Finally, he lowered his cock to her lips.

She began by licking the entire head before pulling just that amount into her mouth. When her teeth ran along the underside of his ridge, a slice of pleasure sped up his spine. Then she sucked at the head, spiking his rising need.

She pulled her mouth away and tongued the underside of his cock from the start of his balls to the tip of his head. Shocks sped from his groin to his brain and back. She repeated the stroke a number of times until he thought he would have to stop the whole process.

As if she knew exactly what his breaking point was, she paused. “I need you even closer now.”

Just her words had his body tensing. “Are you sure?”

She grinned. “More than sure. I’ve only had a taste, now I want it all.”

He took a deep breath to relax his muscles before moving his hips closer. He rested his hands on his thighs, watching her mouth.

She lifted her head and took him inside past his tip, past the ridge and halfway down his shaft. Then her lips closed over him and her tongue played.

He gripped his thighs hard to keep from moving his hips, her warning the only logical thought in his head. When she pulled her mouth down to his tip and back up again, he thought he would release right then. Leaning over her, he put his hands on the wall, tilting his hips to give her more access to his rigid cock.

She moaned with pleasure and brought her mouth farther up his shaft. The vibration of sound had his control slipping. His fingers dug into the log above her head as he forced his hips to remain still.

Her arm came around his ass, and she pressed him toward her.

Slowly, he gave in to her pressure, careful to stop when she let up. Her throat worked on his head as her tongue laved at his shaft and her warm mouth enveloped him. He leaned his forehead against the wall trying to hold on, but the sweet torture was too much.

He locked his hips to keep from hurting her as his release ripped from his cock, spilling into her sweet mouth. He threw back his head and yelled as the pleasure erupted through him.

When he had spent all he had, he looked down at her. She licked him all over as if she wanted to taste every last drop of his release. When she was satisfied he was completely clean, she kissed his tip. “That didn’t just make me horny, but hungry too.”

His cocked jumped of its own accord at her words and she laughed, a sultry sound that had his body responding again.

“Tell you what, Sas. Feed me that dinner that smells so good, and I’ll be happy to have you inside me again.”

Again, his cock jumped at her words. He quickly moved away, climbing off the bed, uncomfortable with how addicted he already felt to intercourse with her. “You don’t have to feel you need to accept me in your bed. I know I’m not what you’re used to.”

He lifted the plate and sat in the chair.

“No, you’re not what I’m used to. You’re better.”

At her words, he caught her gaze. “Better?” She was mistaken. He’d never had sex with a woman before. He didn’t know the nuances of it.

She gave him a lopsided grin. “Are you fishing for a compliment?”

He almost forgot to look away, his level of comfort with her growing by the hour. “I don’t know what you mean. I’ve never had intercourse before.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened. She started to speak a couple of times before she finally found the words. “You were a virgin?”

“Yes.” He didn’t understand why she was shocked. He was marked by scars, had an intense gaze, the whites of his eyes were slightly yellow and he was larger than any man he’d ever met. Plus, he was immortal, not that he could tell her that.

She shook her head. “I can’t believe some woman hasn’t jumped you by now. Where have you been, in jail or something? Did you commit some kind of crime?” She paused.

His stomached tightened into a lump of rock. His crimes once again slapping him in the face.

“Oh.” Now she seemed truly afraid. “Please don’t tell me you were a monk or priest or something like that.”

He lowered his brow in confusion and shook his head. How could she think religious men worse than murderers? “I wish I had been a man of religion, but my lack of experience stems from my body and my geography.” And my immortality.

“But you travelled all over and your body is hot.” She looked askance at him. “If you’re so inexperienced, how did you know what to do? I can’t see Timber explaining it all to you.”

He didn’t answer, hurt that she obviously thought he lied. That was one crime he’d never committed. Rising, he set the plate down again and strode to the bookcase. Pulling out the book he had reread again just the other night, he brought it to the bed and held it up.

“How to Make Love to a Woman by Dr. Lindsey Sterns.” She looked at him then back at the book. “Oh.”

He placed the book on the end table next to the bed before resuming his seat and gathering a forkful of the now cool food. “Are you ready to eat now or would you like me to warm it in the pan again?”

She appeared distracted, but she nodded and opened her mouth.

He didn’t hesitate, anxious to feed her and himself on the chance that she was still interested in intercourse afterward.