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What is the proper protocol when you discover you're snuggling up against your client's massive erection?
Maybe pretend I don’t notice it?
I give a wan smile. “Good morning.”
As I speak, the last slivers of gold specks leave his eyes, turning into an arctic blue. He morphs beneath me, spreading out even larger. The white fur over takes the soft brown suede of his skin.
“Morning. Val. Eat.”
The blunt, guttural words from a mouth not made for small talk pleasantries does something for me. Or maybe it’s just the ever-growing hardness squeezed between us that’s making me all hot and bothered.
“Oh, would you like breakfast? Coffee or tea?” My attempt to rise is laughable as I don’t move at all under the weight of his arm. And now his tail lands across my hips.
Instead of the Otso male’s base form, Torben’s snow beast has complete control of his body.
And mine.
“Not food. Val. Eat Val. Taste Val.”
Oh. God. He can’t mean what I think he means.
Right?
A long pink tongue lolls out of his mouth and licks his lips. He drags me up against his body so that I feel every long inch of him. He gets me level to his face. “Taste.”
What would be like to kiss him? I cock my eyebrow at him, trying for impertinence to cut through my mounting lust. After all, doing the slip and slide all over this big guy would be my idea of a good morning, but I need to know that Tor is on board, too.
The other night, the snow beast receded when I spoke to him rationally. Maybe it will do so again. “Now beast, is Tor okay with this?”
Instead of the brown Otso male form I’m used to, the white snow beast is still in full control. “Yes. Tor want. Tor needs Val.” As if in emphasis, he grips my thighs, his large fingers easily spanning around them. He pulls me against him.
My hips move in instinctive response, grinding against his waist.
I groan, using his hard body to give me the friction I need.
It's not enough.
I whine for more.
“Yes. Val want. Val wet.”
Dammit, from him, those words are pure poetry.
I close the distance and slant my mouth over his in a soul-searing, sloppy kiss.
He kisses me back. Nibbles on my jaw, licking and biting his way down my neck before stopping at my collarbone. He growls. “I like feeling your wet heat against me.”
There’s the Torben I know. “Welcome back.”
He smiles, a hint of the snow beast present in the stark blue eyes against his mostly brown skin. “I never left. The snow beast is still me, just…” He tilts his head, trying to find the words.
“Less wordy, more murder-y?” I suggest. “All killer, no filler?”
A savage grin slashes across his face. “Yes. That. Do I scare you when I’m like that?”
Scared? I’m the opposite of scared. The first time I saw him loom large before me, I was horny as hell. “Never. You make me want to snuggle even more when you’re like that.”
His fingers wraps around my thighs, gripping me as he grinds against me, his erection still there, leaving no doubt as to his desire. “Tell me you want me. Tell me you want me to touch you. To give you pleasure.”
