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“How do you know I do not?” I tease back, because I like her silly mood. “How do you know I do not stop every few feet and just stroke my fine cock while I think about my mate?”

She chuckles, coming out from behind me. “Because every time you come back to the cave, you’re so excited to see me. If you’d been playing with your cock all day long, you wouldn’t be able to last for nearly as long as you do.” Her cheeks flush with a hint of color. Even after many turns of the moon as mates, my Kira still gets shy when she says bold things, as if she expects to be rebuffed.

Impossible. I will never rebuff her, especially not when she is eager for my touch. It is the greatest of gifts. “You are saying I have great stamina, then? I am pleased, my pretty mate. Sometimes I wish to last longer, just to please you.” I pull her mane free from its braid and let my fingers glide through her soft locks.

“If you lasted any longer, I might fall apart,” she teases me.

“Such flattery.”

“You love it.”

“I do indeed.”

Kira smiles at me, and then she tugs on my vest, pulling it off. Her hands go to my leggings next, and I let her undress me, though I draw the line at my boots because I do not want her bending over more than she has to. She rolls her eyes at my insistence, and strips off her own clothing.

I will never get over the joy of having a mate, I think. Of watching her eyes brighten with anticipation as I stand naked before her, of seeing the familiar curves of her body reveal themselves as she pulls off her clothing. I help her along, letting her lean on my shoulder as she kicks off boots and leggings, and then we are both undressed before each other. I have mated with Kira more times than I can count, but each one is as fresh and as joyous as the first. I will never tire of her smile, of the sight of her hips, or the flush on her cheeks when she comes. I will never tire of her, ever.

My khui has chosen so very well for me.

As I stand there, smiling at my mate like a lovesick fool, my poor female shivers, her full teats pricking in response to the cold air. “Let’s get under the furs.”

“I thought you would never ask,” I tease.

We go to the bed of furs, and instead of lying down first, Kira puts her hands on my chest and mock-pushes me toward the nest. “You first. I want to play with you for a bit.”

“You do? Truly, I am the luckiest of males.” I eagerly lie on my back, adjusting a roll of fur under my neck so my horn tips do not press uncomfortably against the cave floor. My beautiful, nude mate slides her leg over my body and then descends, settling her bottom against my hips. My cock brushes up against her backside, my spur teasingly close to her soft folds, but she does not sit fully against me. Instead, she leans forward and runs a hand over my chest.

“God, I love looking at you,” Kira sighs, her fingers brushing over my flat teats and dancing across the plating of my chest. “Just seeing you like this makes me want to bite you all over.”

I shift underneath her, because my cock likes the thought of her biting me very much. “What is stopping you?”

She lifts her head and gives me a surprisingly mischievous look. My Kira is normally the somber one, the one that needs encouragement to laugh. She is the serious one and I am the tease, the light-hearted one. Seeing her like this, though, it makes my heart pound.

I love it when she takes control.

Kira sweeps her long hair over her shoulder, then leans down and nips at one of my teats. Her small teeth are nothing but a graze against my much-harder skin, but I shudder anyhow. The sight of her actions alone is enough to make my cock harden painfully. She nips at me again, tiny bites up and down my pectorals, and then lifts one of my arms and nibbles up the soft inside, sending shivers of longing up and down my spine.

“Lean back,” I rasp. “Seat yourself on my cock.”

“Soon.”

“At least rub yourself on my spur,” I cajole. “Wet it with your cunt. Slide over it. Take me in your body.”

“Soon,” she promises again, and nips at a vein on my arm.

I groan again.

Kira flexes her hips, teasing her bottom against my cock as she brushes her lips over my skin. I want to put my hands all over her, force her down onto my length, but she is fragile and carrying my kit. I fist my hands at my side instead, determined not to touch her and interrupt. I flick my tail up and down her creamy thigh, though, unable to stop from touching her in some way as she nibbles and bites her way over to my opposite arm.


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