Page 16 of Horned to be Wild (Harmony Glen #7)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

L ila woke slowly, cocooned in warmth. The storm had passed during the night, leaving behind a tranquil silence broken only by birdsong and the steady rhythm beneath her ear—Torin’s heartbeat.

She kept her eyes closed, savoring the feeling of being nestled against his warm, fur-covered chest, his powerful arm draped protectively around her waist. His comforting scent enveloped her—earth and wood and musk. The simple domesticity of the moment felt terrifyingly, wonderfully right.

When she finally opened her eyes, sunlight was streaming through the cabin windows, catching dust motes dancing in golden beams. She traced a fingertip along the brown fur that covered his chest, marveling at how soft it was despite the hard muscles beneath, how perfectly she fit against him.

He stirred beneath her touch, his amber eyes blinking open to find her watching him.

For a breathless moment, she feared he might retreat again, that the vulnerability of the night before would vanish in the harsh light of day.

Instead, his mouth curved into that rare, gentle smile that transformed his entire face.

“You’re still here,” he rumbled, voice rough with sleep.

“Where else would I be?” she whispered back.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his massive hand impossibly gentle. “Hungry?”

Fifteen minutes later, she sat at his rustic wooden table, wrapped in one of his flannel shirts that hung to her knees, watching him cook.

He deftly flipped pancakes in a cast-iron skillet, his back to her—a broad expanse of muscle and brown fur above an absolutely perfect ass, somehow accentuated by his tail flicking quietly back and forth.

The simple act of him cooking for her, the quiet intimacy of the morning after the storm, filled her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the mug of coffee cradled between her palms. This felt like a glimpse into what could be—quiet mornings together, the easy rhythm of two people who fit.

But beneath the domestic bliss, a knot of worry tightened in her stomach. Would this last? Or would he withdraw again, retreat behind his walls at the first sign of trouble? His pattern of pushing her away when things deepened between them was painfully consistent.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, setting a plate of golden pancakes in front of her, drizzled with maple syrup that he’d tapped from his own trees.

“Nothing,” she answered too quickly, then sighed. “Just… thinking.”

He frowned at her as he sat down across the table, his own plate piled high. “About?”

She took a bite to buy herself time, the sweet, buttery flavor momentarily distracting her. “These are incredible.”

He watched her, waiting with the patient stillness of someone accustomed to long silences.

“I was thinking about us,” she finally admitted. “About… what happens next.”

“What do you want to happen next?” he asked, his hand clenching on his fork, and she realized he’d misunderstood.

“I want this. More of this.”

His hand relaxed. “I do too.”

She believed him, but she also suspected he was still worried about her abandoning him.

And she knew he was still worried about hurting her.

But at least that was an issue she could face head-on, so to speak.

She’d seen the way he’d looked at his own cock with something almost like shame, but there was no part of him that she feared.

As soon as they finished their pancakes, she rose to her feet. She leaned across the table and licked a smear of maple syrup off his lip, then gave him a wicked grin.

“I couldn’t resist. You looked delicious.”

His nostrils flared, and his eyes darkened. “Lila…”

“I’m going to take a shower. Why don’t you join me?”

“Lila!” he growled, but she was already heading for the stairs. She could feel his eyes on her back, and once she reached the top of the stairs, she pulled the flannel shirt over her head and tossed it at him. He caught it automatically, clutching the shirt like a lifeline.

“Are you coming?”

His throat worked but he followed, her his big hooves heavy on the stairs behind her. When she reached the bathroom and turned on the shower, she could feel the heat of his presence behind her. When she looked over her shoulder, his gaze was locked on her ass, but he dragged it back to her face.

“Don’t look at me like that unless you intend to do something about it,” she told him firmly.

The words hung between them for a moment, and she wondered if she’d pushed too hard. But then he took a step closer, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, his deep voice a low rumble that made her shiver.

“Absolutely. Are you?”

“Yes,” he hissed, and his hands tightened, pulling her back against his chest as he bent to bury his head in the curve of her neck.

Her soft flesh pressed against the hard planes of his body and she moaned, arching her neck to give him better access as his lips trailed across her skin.

“Then come and join me,” she said, stepping into the shower and turning to watch him.

He hesitated a second longer, then stripped off his sweatpants and followed her into the shower.

He was already erect and her mouth went dry as his cock pressed against her stomach.

She’d known he was big but she hadn’t realized how much his jeans had constrained him until she’d finally seen him naked.

He was mostly shaped like a human male, except for an odd bulge towards the middle of his shaft, but his size…

We can do this , she told herself firmly as he leaned down to kiss her, his mouth hungry and demanding.

She opened to him eagerly, her hands coming up to grasp his horns as his wide tongue swept inside.

The taste of him flooded her mouth—rich and dark and primal.

He growled into her mouth as she pulled him closer, that big, rough tongue stroking hers until her knees were weak.

She could feel her clit throbbing in time to the beat of her pulse, her entire body on fire, but he didn’t try to touch her anywhere else.

“Torin,” she whispered when he finally lifted his head. “I need you.”

“You have me,” he said solemnly, and then he dropped to his knees, the spray from the shower hitting his broad back.

His breath was hot against the sensitive flesh of her stomach as he kissed a path over the generous curves, then he dipped lower, nipping at the sensitive crease where her hip met her thigh. She bit her lip, trying to keep from begging him to touch her aching folds.

He looked up, his eyes meeting hers as he pushed her legs apart and dragged that amazing tongue over her swollen clit. Her whole body quivered, the breath leaving her lungs in a rush as she clutched at his horns again.

“Is this what you need?” he murmured, and did it again.

“God, yes!”

He growled again, a low rumble of satisfaction, and proceeded to devour her.

That big tongue swept across her clit over and over, each stroke sending a wave of pleasure through her body.

Her head fell back against the tile wall and she abandoned herself to the sensation, to the overwhelming feeling of his mouth on her, of his broad tongue stroking all of her most sensitive places at once.

He slid one huge finger inside her, then another, stretching her, filling her, the thick, callused pads stroking her from the inside. A third finger joined the first two and she cried out as her body stretched, trying to accommodate him.

The pressure was incredible but it was his mouth on her clit that sent her over. Her climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, tearing through her body as she clung to his horns, crying out his name.

“More,” she demanded, riding his hand.

He obeyed, his fingers stroking her from the inside, his tongue still working her clit as she came again in a long, shuddering wave.

She sagged against the shower wall, barely able to stand. His fingers were still inside her, stretching her, and keeping her balanced exquisitely on the razor edge between pleasure and pain.

“That was amazing,” she managed to gasp as he gave one last lick and withdrew his fingers, the resulting emptiness an almost physical ache. He stood, towering over her, and the head of his cock brushed against her. stomach. Her body quivered as she looked up at him. “But I want more.”

“I’m not sure this will work.” His eyes met hers, dark with a mixture of hunger and concern.

“Why not?”

She already knew the answer, of course. She’d seen—and felt—the size of him, but she wasn’t willing to accept defeat.

“Look at me, Lila.” He gestured at his body, his expression strained. “I’m too big for you.”

“Let me decide that,” she said firmly.

“But—”

“Please, Torin.” She reached up and stroked his cheek. “Trust me.”

He growled, his horns quivering, and she could see the hunger in his eyes warring with his concern.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

She took his hand and led him out of the shower, then back to his bedroom.

He let her push him back onto the bed, sprawling across the mattress like some ancient fertility god with his massive body and his huge, swollen cock.

His nostrils flared as she climbed up next to him and straddled his thighs.

His eyes darkened, the hunger in his gaze growing even more intense.

But he didn’t try to stop her as she reached down and ran her fingers along his length.

His cock jumped beneath her hand and she smiled.

“I won’t break, you know. And I really do want you.”

“Want you too,” he growled. “Need you. So much.”

His cock was hot and hard in her hands, the skin more velvety than a human male’s.

A pearly drop of fluid formed on the broad tip and she bent down to licked it away, savoring his dark, musky taste.

His massive body shook and his hands came up to grip her hips, his tail wrapping around her thigh.

She stroked him as she’d done the night before, but this time she kept her strokes slow and tantalizing.

He was incredibly responsive and his reactions excited her, the ache between her legs becoming almost unbearable.

When she finally rose up and positioned his cock at her entrance, he held her in place.

“Last chance, Lila,” he said desperately. “I don’t think?—”

“I’m sure,” she said and sank down onto him.

Oh god, he was huge. The pressure against her opening threatened to overwhelm her, but then her body gave way, slowly stretching to accommodate him. His fingers tightened, and she could feel his entire body trembling beneath her.

“Lila,” he growled, his voice almost unrecognizable. “You have to stop.”

She shook her head and pressed down farther, determined to take more of him.

Her body resisted for a moment, then yielded with a sudden burning stretch, and she cried out, her body clenching down on the massive intrusion.

He tried to pull her back up, but she put her hands over his and forced herself down another inch.

“Easy,” he growled, his teeth gritted.

“No. I need you—all of you.”

His grip loosened and she took him deeper.

The burn eased, but the pressure, the feeling of fullness continued, a steady, throbbing ache as she was stretched wider and wider.

The sensation of him filling her, forcing her body to yield to his.

had her quivering on the edge of a climax, each tiny movement sending a new wave of sensation through her overly stretched channel.

When she reached the widest part of his shaft, her body resisted again. His fingers tightened on her hips, but this time he didn’t try to pull her away.

“Take me,” he urged and she obeyed, pushing down until her body surrendered and that thick bulge slipped inside and she took him to the hilt.

For a long moment, she remained frozen, her body stretched to the limit and quivering around his cock.

She could feel those thick veins throbbing inside her, echoing the beat of her pulse as she tried to catch her breath.

The pressure was enormous, but she’d never felt so complete.

He was hers, and she was his. She rocked her hips experimentally and they both groaned, his hips jerking up to meet her.

“Can’t wait,” he growled. “Need you too much.”

He rolled her over onto her back in one smooth movement, his big body looming over her as he slid back, then thrust into her, his cock filling her completely.

She could feel every inch of him as he began to drive into her, harder, faster, and she met him stroke for stroke, her hips rising to meet each powerful thrust.

She was so full that her climax took her by surprise, crashing over her like a tidal wave, her body shaking with pleasure.

He growled and thrust into her with one last hard stroke, the rush of heat sending a second wave of pleasure flooding through her body.

His head fell forward, his horns brushing her face, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as his shudders finally slowed.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their breathing.

He finally lifted his head and stared down at her, his eyes dark and intense.

His thumb brushed her cheek, the gesture unexpectedly tender, and she could feel the warmth of tears stinging her eyes.

Then he bent his head and kissed her again, his mouth hot and hungry against hers.

“Mine,” he growled, and his hips started to move again, his cock still hard inside her. “Need more.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

She wanted this connection, this bond between them, to last forever.