I have mated with another, but it never came close to the pleasure I feel with my mate. Not once.
I caress my Georgie’s face, touch her mane, and then lean in and give her a kiss even as I surge into her. She moans, clinging to me as I begin a rhythm, rocking into her. My spur rubs against her third nipple with every stroke, and it does not take long before my mate is squirming under me, on edge.
“Make me come,” she pants, arching her hips to meet my thrusts. “Make me come, Vektal.”
There is nothing I want more. With a low growl, I redouble my efforts, taking her harder, faster, deeper. I can feel when she goes over the edge - her cunt tightens and ripples around me, as if she’s sucking me deeper. Her eyes close and she gives a low cry even as her folds flood with more dew and my thrusts into her are wetter. Slicker. She is clenched all around me, tight as a snare, a look of utter joy on her face.
I know I can make her come twice. So I keep driving into her, not stopping until she gives another shuddering cry. This time, when she clenches around me, I allow my own release to take flight. With her name on my lips, I pump into her roughly, letting my seed spill into her depths. I fill my mate, my strokes erratic and slowing until I am completely spent. Then, I press my mouth to hers in a hungry kiss before rolling onto my side and pulling her with me, our bodies still joined.
She snuggles against me, a happy sigh escaping her throat, and I run my fingers through her mane. “If all you wished for was a trip, my Georgie, all you had to do was ask,” I tell her.
Georgie makes a little sound in her throat and holds onto me, content.
GEORGIE
“I can’t believe you’re leaving. Didn’t we just get here?” Claire gives me a worried look. “Liz just got back, too! I thought we were all settling down.”
“It’s just a honeymoon of sorts,” I say, keeping my tone light and cheery. “To celebrate our marriage. Or mating. Whatever you want to call it.” I put the finishing stitches on a new set of mittens as I smile at Claire. “We won’t be gone more than a handful of days. I promise. It’s just time to reconnect.”
“We hear you guys reconnecting every night,” Josie says, giggling. “You’re almost as loud as Nora and her mate.” She stabs her needle into her leather with enthusiasm. “I get it, though. A honeymoon is so romantic. I don’t see why we can’t carry on some of the Earth traditions here. You may not have the white dress and the veil, but I don’t see why you can’t have the honeymoon trip.” She gets a dreamy look on her face.
I wish my motives were as pure as Josie’s interpretation. I grin, tying off my stitch and then pulling a glove over my hand. It’s turned so that the fur is inside to keep my fingers warm, and the fit is just loose enough that I can grip things. “It’s just for a few days,” I say again. “We’re coming back.”
“I just wish you didn’t have to go,” Claire says uneasily. “I still feel really unsettled here, and now our leader’s leaving us behind.” Her mouth pulls down into a frown.
“It really will be all right.”
“Of course it will,” Josie chirps. Her expression brightens. “Maybe by the time you guys come back, some more of us will resonate. I’d love a soulmate.” She clutches her leathers to her chest and sighs. “I just love the way Vektal looks at you, Georgie. The way he touches your hair. The way he watches you all the time with this expression that says ‘I’m the luckiest man alive’. I want that.” She looks utterly wistful. “Hopefully it’s coming.”
I didn’t plan on getting a ‘soulmate’ like Josie says, but now that I have Vektal, I can’t complain. He really is amazing. “The right person for you is here somewhere, Josie. I’m sure of it.”
“I hope so.” She begins to sew again. “So where are you guys going on your trip? To see something pretty? A sexy little cave somewhere remote?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I lie. We haven’t talked about where we’re headed tomorrow morning when we go out, but I do have one spot in particular I want to go back to.
Need to go back to.
If nothing else, for peace of mind. But I don’t want to tell the others because I worry it’ll become a big deal. Claire is fragile right now and Josie is a chatterbox. I’d talk to Liz, who has a good attitude about things (and a smart mouth) but she’s off with Raahosh, working on his ‘exile’ penance for stealing her away.