Monsters Under Mistletoe

5. Olivia

Chapter 5

Olivia

W iping the smug, smarmy look off Eli’s face was satisfying, but I didn’t even remember he was there when Kyavri’s mouth covered mine. It was nothing like kissing a human guy. I couldn’t describe it, but it swept me away on an unexpected tide of desire.

It started with the way he dipped his head when he realized what I wanted, the way he made me feel small as he curled his massive body to let me cup his head. My palms couldn’t fully span the side of his jaw, which was covered in silky blue fur that transitioned into a thick mane. His lips were dry and warm, and though I knew he could split that mouth impossibly wide, he only let me brush my lips against his.

Daring greatly and completely forgetting about our audience, I swiped my tongue along his mouth. His answering growl vibrated through my flesh and then our tongues tangled, his long and thick as he pushed it deep into my mouth. It was big and he could push it deep, lewdly reminding me of a cock, rather than a tongue. Desire made my belly clench with a hard, unexpected lance of pleasure. Kyavri’s arms swept around me, pulling me flush against his massive chest and yanking me up into the air so he could keep on kissing me without folding himself in half.

The bar faded around me and all I could focus on was how he made me feel, until someone loudly cleared their throat next to us. That noise was followed by sound exploding around us, a whole cacophony of voices exclaiming one over the other. “You okay there, Olivia?” Stella asked, and I lifted my head with a guilty expression. Oops, I had let myself get carried away, and I wasn’t the only one.

Kyavri didn’t let me go, his arms holding me against his massive chest. One big hand cupped my ass, and I’d spread my legs to cling to his waist. I met his gaze first, noticing the stunned and slightly hazy expression on his face. Desire still glowed heavily in his cerulean eyes. I didn’t want to break that connection, but I forced myself to look at Stella. Kyavri was tall—I knew that—but it still surprised me how high he’d lifted me, as I had to look down quite a bit to meet her amused gaze.

“So, I don’t think you realize what kind of stir you’re causing, but… you are.” Stella laughed and gestured around the crowded bar. To my dismay, all eyes were on us. They were staring with open mouths. Blatantly. Nobody even looked away when I met their gaze, and many of them were talking rapidly, one over the other, as they discussed us. Behind the bar, the owner, a Kertinal with blue lines on his dark skin and notches carved into his horns, was grinning widely. The rest all looked stunned.

“Kissing in a bar is not allowed?” I asked in surprise, my eyes darting up to the mistletoe still dangling above my head. Then I glanced at Kyavri’s face and noticed that he was possessively, though silently, growling and baring his huge mouth at everyone around us. They shuffled their feet and looked away from him.

A tingle ran up my spine at that look, and my belly grew warm and tight. I shouldn’t like a guy who got all possessive over just one kiss, but the rules were different when you dealt with aliens. Then I caught Eli’s shocked expression and grinned. Instantly, that look morphed into anger, the temper he usually hid so well. “No, definitely allowed,” Stella said with amusement.

“She means kissing me specifically,” Kyavri rumbled, and finally, he began to lower me to the floor. I had to unhook my legs from around his middle to do that, but it was worth it when I felt each bump of his abs through my shirt, and then an even bigger bulge brushed along my front. It was blazing hot and seared my skin like a brand. Thicker than my wrist, it was monstrously huge, but it made sense if that thing was in proportion to the rest of him.

The naughty side of me was definitely in full control that evening, and instead of stepping away to create distance, I stayed exactly where I was. He slid his massive paws from around my waist to rest them gently on the sides of my ribs, pressing me up against his massive cock. “Why?” I demanded, watching a look of dismay cross Kyavri’s handsome but alien features. He glanced away, then met Stella’s eyes and rolled a shoulder in a helpless gesture. Interesting, he didn’t really want to explain; it troubled him.

“Why don’t the two of you take a stroll and talk about it?” Stella suggested kindly. She squeezed my shoulder and then patted Kyavri on his biceps. The sight of her fingers against his pretty blue pelt made my stomach roil. That wasn’t right. She was just being nice, and still, I felt a spike of jealousy curl through me.

“Okay, let’s go do that,” I said to him, eager to get out of this bar now that I finally had permission. “I want to see everything!” I turned, my hip brushing against his still very obvious erection, and had to bite back a moan. Okay, maybe the sightseeing could wait until later. I wanted him to take me home with him so I could have my wicked way with that massive cock. My thighs squeezed together as I pictured that; my panties were already wet. I was that turned on by him. That had never happened to me before, but I didn’t want to question it.

Kyavri gave me one long, penetrating look, then his mouth curled into a smile, and I felt a shiver ripple over me. That mouth was really huge when he opened it, but I wasn’t going to think about that now because he also made me feel safe. Safe and cherished. He nodded and curved his arm around my shoulders; I felt like a queen as he escorted me through the bar to the exit. Aliens and humans darted out of our way, scattering left and right to give us space.

At the exit, Stella cheerfully told me to have fun and to message her if I decided to spend the night. She knew she sounded like my mom when she said that, and her cheeky grin made it clear it was a joke. Only the hint of seriousness in her eyes told me she meant it, too. I appreciated that she wanted to look out for me, but it wasn’t necessary. I was clearly at the side of the biggest bad on this entire space station. I couldn’t be safer.