"You're very brave," Steff says softly.
I bite back a laugh, thinking of those times. "I did not feel brave. Every day, Pak cried and shook so angrily I worried I was doing something wrong. He scared off the game. He needed to be held. He was weak and helpless and demanding and every day I thought, this will be the day he dies. I did not know how to care for him. I did not know how to make him eat. I chewed his food for him like birds do their young and hoped it was enough, and eventually Pak grew bigger. But those early days?" I shake my head. "Never have I been so afraid or felt so alone."
Her hand caresses my face again. "I think you're amazing."
"Being his father has been…an incredible gift." Just thinking about my son makes me want to race over to the bed where the kits are sleeping, to make sure that he is all right, to see the thumb tucked between his lips as he sleeps. Sometimes I need to look at him to make sure he is fine, that he is breathing, that he is not weak like Haal was. "I should check on him."
Steff pulls me down before I can get up, her hand going to my tail and holding it before I can get to my feet. "He's fine," she reassures me in her low, soothing voice. "He's twenty feet away. You would hear him if he so much as snores. Let him sleep." Her thumb moves over the underside of my tail, and my cock jerks in response. "Stay with me."
I glance over at him, just because I have been a father much longer than I have been a mate. I see his pale hair sticking out from between the two sleeping girls, and if I squint, I can make out the thumb in his mouth. Steff is right. I am just on edge because all of this is new to me. I lie down next to her again, and she immediately presses herself to my front, her teats pushing against my skin. I do like this, very much. When her hand trails lower on my belly, I grit my teeth, overwhelmed with the need inside of me. "Steff—"
"Shh," she whispers, and presses her mouth to my chest. Her tongue darts against my skin, sending arousal prickling up my spine. "Remember when I said I had an idea about your seed getting everywhere?"
How could I forget? My hunger to have her touch me is a near-constant ache. I have never needed anyone other than Pak, never cared if another touched me or did not, but with Steff, I ache for her all the time. I think about her hands on me constantly. I need her, and it scares me as much as it excites me. I need to pleasure her again, I think. I need to keep her constantly pleasured so she will not abandon me for someone else, someone better. Someone with the proper tail and horns and coloring, the right markers for their clans.
Steff's mouth trails lower on my chest, and she slides her body beneath the furs entirely. When she presses her mouth to my navel, I get an idea of what she means to do, and I nearly come with the thought of it. No…surely…
Her hand grips my cock and then hot, sucking warmth encloses the tip.
It takes everything I have not to groan with the sheer ecstasy of it. I bite down on my hand, between thumb and forefinger, trying to muffle the shout that rises inside me. Her tongue runs along the underside of my cock, and then she sucks on the tip, hard.
It is too much. I climax, my seed spurting with such force I expect the entire cave to shake. She keeps her mouth on me though, her tongue tickling the underside of my cock as I fill her mouth. She is utterly silent under the blankets, her hands rubbing my thigh and the base of my cock as she takes all of my spend and then licks my cock clean.
I am…in sheer awe.
Never have I imagined such a thing. Now I will never be able to get the idea out of my head. Steff's warm, pink mouth on my cock. Steff licking my shaft. Steff sucking on me and drinking my seed…
Having a mate is incredible. To think that they touch each other like this all the time. Mouth each other's most pleasurable parts just to give their mates joy. I am overwhelmed. When she slides back up to rest her head on my chest, I clutch her against me, beyond words. Beyond thought.
All I know is that I am happy. And I will do anything to keep this, and to keep Steff.