“Nothing’s wrong!” She cries, arching her hips. “I swear!”
“Georgie.”
She puts a fist to her smooth brow, her breathing raspy. “Ohmigod, I cannot believe you’re doing this.”
“I want to lick your cunt, my mate. You do not know how bad I want it,” I growl. My cock throbs with need, and I want to seat myself deep inside her…after I have tasted her sweetness on my lips. But this secret hangs in the air between us, and I do not like it. “I need you to trust me. To tell me whatever troubles you. You know you have all of my heart, my mate—”
“It’s…it’s not you, okay?” She presses her hands to her face. “It’s just me being silly.”
“I do not think you are silly,” I say, taking my hands from her cunt. I move over her and lie down next to her in the furs, cupping her face and pulling her close. “What troubles you so, my heart? Say it, and if it is in my power to grant it, I shall.”
She looks over at me, wariness in her eyes. “I don’t want you to think I’m crazy.”
“I would never think such a thing.”
She bites her lip. “I…want to leave.”
I blink. “Forever?” I rub my chin, considering. “If we leave, we must appoint a new chief. Tell me your thoughts on who would be best for the role. Salukh? Zolaya? Haeden is too hot-tempered and Bek even worse.”
Georgie sits up on her elbows, her jaw dropping. “No, I didn’t mean—wait, you’d leave with me? Just like that?”
I shrug. “I would be sad to leave my people behind, but you are my mate. You come first in all ways.”
Her eyes grow soft. “You big silly thing. God, I love you.” She leans forward and gives me a quick kiss, then brushes her fingers over my mouth. “That wasn’t what I meant, though. I meant just…leave temporarily. On a trip.”
“Like a hunting trip?” Georgie has not shown much interest in hunting thus far, and I am surprised. She has too much to deal with in regards to her humans and their needs to take on a hunting role, but I am happy to teach her.
“No, like a honeymoon.” Georgie smiles at me. “It’s a human tradition. Newly-married people take a trip together, just the two of them. It’s bonding time.”
“I see.” A trip alone. “What do newly-married humans do on such a trip?” She has told me before that ‘married’ is the human word for ‘mated’, so this I understand.
“Well,” she says, and there is a playful note in her voice as she taps a finger on my chest. “They have lots and lots of sex.”
“Mmm. Do we not mate all the time already? I do not see why we have to travel to do so.” I grin at her. “We can mate right here. I can take you from behind just as you like, let my spur press into your bottom—”
Her fingers press to my lips, silencing me. “Vektal, babe. Please. I just…I want to go. I need to go, okay?”
I study her face. There is such worry in her gaze, as if I will refuse her request. This means a lot to her….and I suspect there is something she is still not telling me.
But I nod. “Very well, my sweet resonance. We will go on this honey-moons.”
“Really?”
“Really.” If this is all she wants, it is easy to give. “If a trip will make you smile, then we will go on dozens and dozens of trips.”
Relief shows on her face. She bites her lip again. “You’re too good to me, Vektal.”
Her heart does not seem as light as I want it to be, but it is a good start. We will do this human tradition and I will show her that her mate will give her anything her heart desires…she has but to ask.
“Does this make you happy?” I ask, letting my breath fan over her dew-slick cunt once more. When she moans and nods, I put my mouth on her sweetness once more, tasting her. Georgie gasps and clings to me as I mouth-mate her cunt, licking and sucking at her tender folds and the nipple there. She arches against me, her movements growing more insistent as I move lower, spearing my tongue into her heated core. She is wet here, and I want to be seated deep inside her. I sit up and move over her again, dragging her legs around my hips.
She locks them around me eagerly, her nails digging into my shoulders as I settle my weight over her. I sink into her heat, groaning at the delicious pleasure of it. She clasps my cock so tight and it feels so good, but even better are the little sounds she makes. Georgie whimpers and breathes my name, her expression full of rapture as I push deep.