His Human Surrogate (Monsters Love Curvy Girls #2) - Michele Mills Page 0,21

the fact that when he talks his fangs flash and his forked tongue flicks and hisses, it all went by the wayside.

But when I saw him on Tarvos, I was unprepared for how amazing his wide, hard, bare red chest would look against the black pants he wears. He’s so huge, so tall, so…imposing and impossibly sexy. And he smells terrific. I kept wanting to grab onto his belt with the heavy silver buckle and reach around and slide my fingers along the dip of his muscular back.

It was very disconcerting.

Later, when he picked me up from his mom’s house in order to take me to the fertility lab, and then when he dropped me back at her house again, I spent a lot of that time covertly staring at his crotch and ass. And I think he caught me a time or two. Dammit. I’d been so good before that, not letting on that I thought this relationship was any more than he’d offered—friendship.

It’s just that his package was so…epic. Even a bit intimidating. And I can’t help but wonder what it would and feel like and if it’s going to be the exact same color as the rest of his dark red skin.

Riley told me that Berg’s considered the most eligible bachelor on Tarvos, and now I can see why. It’s ridiculous for me to think this male would want to marry a human like me. I don’t have Riley’s sparkly personality, her gorgeous smile or those killer curves. And also—even if he wanted to, which he doesn’t—It’s totally illegal for Berg to make a human his bound. Times have changed. When Riley was first living with Aegir, humans were allowed to become a Hyrrokin’s bound and therefore a citizen. But not now.

This shameful obsession I have with Berg as a possible boyfriend or even a bound is never, never happening, on so many levels. But, jeez, just the thought of him makes me hot and bothered. My legs scissor in the sheets. I’m wet between my thighs and my breasts feel heavy. I just can’t get comfortable.

I have to take care of this, now.

I sit up and reach for my bag off the floor. On the very bottom, wrapped in a towel, is where I’ve hidden my trusty rabbit vibrator. A girl’s best friend. I throw the bedding off and boldly splay my legs because hey, I’m alone. And then I pull down my pj bottoms and shove that shaft inside of me as I dream that it’s actually Berg in this bed, sliding inside of me and his weight pressed above me and his black lips on mine. I want his forked tongue in my mouth and his tail in my hand.

“Berg,” I groan as I cum so hard I think I’m going to pass out.

And now that I’ve temporarily calmed my raging lust for that red devil, I clean up the vibrator and put it away. Then I drag myself out of his bed. I’ve got a scheduled appointment at the fertility med lab this morning, so I’ve got to get going.

I pick up my tablet and use it to order an auto ride, then I jump into the cleansing unit. Thirty minutes later I’m dressed, fed and out the front door, ready to meet my ride. This time I’m boldly wearing a yellow tube top and a cute white mini skirt and those same flip flops that Riley gave me. I lift my chin to the bright blue sky and love the feel of the sun on my arms and chest. Damn, Tarvos is a paradise. I love it here.

I finally arrive at the lab and see that the entire female staff is crowded upfront, waiting for me. I blink, because it’s a lot to take in all at once, this crowd of twittering red-skinned females. They were like this last time too, when I was here with Berg, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised? I give them all a big smile and wave hello.

The Hyrrokin female at the front stands and greets me with a warm smile, then her eyes dart behind me. “Where is Bergelmir Touchstone?” she asks.

“He’s at work,” I answer.

Her mouth drops open and her shoulders slump. “No…he…he’s not coming to the appointment?”

There’s a collective gasp of horror from the crowd standing behind her. “Bergelmir Touchstone isn’t here?” one of them cries.

I feel really bad for them. It’s obvious they were excited, which I can understand. Berg really is