Untamed: Part 1

Chapter 6

"You live in a cave?"

He nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress sagging from his weight. "Tourists used to come here, but the cave was closed after a few rock slides," he said, his eyes bright. "I made my home here."

I looked through the doorway, wondering what else lay beyond. "How is it that nobody's found you? Surely the park rangers would have looked in here."

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "It's hidden behind a gap in the walls. You can't see the entrance, you can only feel it."

I took another sip of tea, thoughts bouncing around in my head. Alaric swung his legs onto the mattress and settled in beside me, his large frame taking up nearly the entire twin-size bed. He took the mug from my hands and set it on a rock ledge on his side, then urged me down. "Go back to sleep," he said, his arm draped across my chest.

I rolled to my side and faced him, my muscles wound tight.

"I make you nervous," he said, brushing hair away from my face.

I stifled a snicker. Well wasn't that the understatement of the century? "No, no you don't," I lied.

He brushed the back of his fingers against my temple, looking at me with unbearable tenderness. "Don't be afraid..." He paused. "What's your name?"

"Chloe."

"I'd never hurt you, Chloe," he said, my name sounding so foreign on his tongue.

I averted my eyes to keep from falling further into the warm depths of his gaze because, despite logic and reason, I wanted to believe him.

His fingers continued to sweep through my hair and eventually, my muscles began to relax, my heart rate slowing. And no matter how hard I tried to stay awake and remain vigilant, my vision eventually dimmed until the shadows on the walls bled onto Alaric's face.

And then everything was awash in black.

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From a faraway place I felt a tug, then the slide of fabric against my skin, the cool air a welcome respite for my overheating body. Even after I surfaced to consciousness, I kept my eyes shut and reveled in the delicious slide of warm hands on my thighs, spreading me wide open.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I opened my eyes and found Alaric kneeling between my legs, one hand wrapped around his engorged shaft as he stared down at my wet heat.

His eyes flicked upward and, realizing he'd been caught, flashed a wry grin.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He huffed through his nose, his gaze once again drawn to my throbbing core. "It doesn't look like I imagined."

I stretched my arms over my head and arched my back, a smile playing along my lips. "What did you think it would look like?"

His nostrils flared, his eyes fixed down. "I thought it would be hairy."

I bit my lips together to keep from laughing. "Some people like to have it waxed."

"And I thought it would be... bigger."

"Bigger?"

He glanced down at the hard length in his palm. "To fit."

I opened my legs further, still drunk on sleep and desire. "It adjusts to accommodate your size."

His dark eyes fixed on mine as he nodded. "It's so tight and so good it's almost too much. Like I might die and go to heaven."