Monsters Under Mistletoe

6. Kyavri

Chapter 6

Kyavri

I was floating on a cloud as I escorted the pretty human out of Thar’oc’s bar. Everyone was staring and talking, and it would be all over the station by morning: the Hoxiam had claimed a mate—a human mate. Was he going to eat her for breakfast? Or would he wait until noon? Even negative thoughts like that didn’t dampen my spirits, because I knew I would never harm pretty Olivia, and she had chosen me. Chosen me over the obnoxious but clearly handsome human male who had tried to get her to kiss him.

Even catching sight of Yatzel didn’t dampen my mood. The most disliked scrapper on the entire station, and one I’d clashed with earlier that day, glared and offered a lewd gesture that I ignored. “What would you like to see first?” I asked my companion instead. My cock had several suggestions for that, but I pushed those thoughts away.

Then she tilted her head and offered me this heated glance, and I had to bite back a groan. She was too sexy, too small and beautiful; I needed to get control of myself. “How about you show me your bedroom?” she drawled. Control? What was that? The growl that escaped was loud and feral, but it just made her giggle. Then I had her in my arms, and I was racing through Strewn’s crowded thoroughfares toward my ship’s berth so I could do exactly as she asked.

We reached the docking arm for my ship in record time and found Otol, my friend, still by the airlock. I left the small Ovt male in my wake, ignoring his surprised questions so I could claim my female in the privacy of my ship. Nobody needed explanations anyway; this was between Olivia and me.

“You’re in a rush, aren’t you, big boy?” she laughed when I slammed the airlock’s buttons and growled in frustration at how slow the cycle was. I couldn’t wait, so I lowered her in my arms and pinned her to the wall. Our eyes met, and her amusement died, replaced by hot, eager desire. “Kiss me, Kyavri.”

I was new to this kissing thing, but I remembered what she'd done before. It was engraved on my brain; I'd never forget it. As I lowered my mouth to hers, it felt like my heart froze in my chest, worried she'd flinch away from my sharp teeth at any second. When she didn't, it started pounding wildly in elation instead. Desire scorched up my spine, and I panted as she swiped her dainty little tongue over my lips. I couldn't hold back then. The desire to taste her fully, to draw all of her into me, was overpowering.

I curled my tongue between her blunt teeth, swallowing her gasp and drawing in her taste. My cock strained against my loincloth, aching with the urge to sink into her. She moaned, her fingers digging into the thick pelt along my shoulders. She sucked on my invading tongue and I saw stars, my hips bucking forward, my cock pressing against her through the many layers of her clothes.

“I need you naked,” I growled at her, yanking my head up. The airlock had finally cycled through, opening the door to the inside of the Roramor. I didn’t offer her a tour; that could come later. I just kept her cradled in my hands, pressed close against my hips, and stalked to my bunk. It was the one luxurious place on my small scavenger ship, fitted out with an extra-large mattress so that even I could sprawl out.

“Kyavri!” Olivia moaned as she bounced on the soft surface, and I crawled after her, prowling like the predator that I was. Her clothes vanished beneath my eager hands, my claws tingling as I repressed the urge to shred them from her delicate flesh. I followed the path of my fingers with my tongue. I wanted to eat her, though not in the way everyone thought.

I settled my head between her thighs, inhaling her scent and shuddering with pleasure at the sweetness. When I drew my tongue through her dewy folds, I was lost. Ah, this is what my ancestors sang about; this was where I belonged. All my roaming, all the heartache from the judgment and the stares became worthwhile. I was meant to find her, to find this.

She shook and shuddered beneath me as I lapped at her folds and speared her passage with my tongue. When I curled it inside of her, I found this little rough spot that made her jerk in my grip. She was so tiny, so easily controlled, and while she clung to my fur, yanking roughly, she seemed to like it when I pinned her down. I liked it; I liked it a lot.

A spike of worry filled me when I traded my tongue for a finger and truly felt just how incredibly small she was. We weren’t going to fit, and that thought filled me with a spike of unexpected despair. How could we not fit? She was perfect, and she felt so right. She felt like she was mine.

“What’s wrong, Kyavri?” she asked, raising her head. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her forehead sweaty, and her voice was bedroom-husky from her moaning. She looked exactly as I expected after I’d pleasured her, and I wanted to keep doing it. It was alright, if I could lick her and please her, that was enough.

I lowered my head to do just that, but her tiny hand landed on my jaw before I could. The insistent look in her eyes made me want to tell her the truth, but I couldn’t resist showing off how long my tongue was. Sliding it from my mouth, I flicked it along her tiny pleasure button and grinned as she moaned and writhed for me.

“I am too big,” I said to her when she opened her eyes to level me with a slightly shocked look. A smirk wanted to stretch my mouth wide, but I held it back, not willing to show off my sharp teeth at such an intimate moment. “Too big to fit,” I added when she shrugged a shoulder.

“Oh, I am aware of how big you are, Kyavri,” she grinned. And then she shocked me by spreading her silky thighs even further, an invitation. “But I’ll stretch. Show me what you’ve got, big boy.” Never had I heard a sweeter request.