“Oh, O’jek.” She sighs and wraps her arms around my neck, moving closer against me. “It’s not wrong to want me to be self-sufficient. I get it, and I get why you were worried. There’s a fine line of compromise on both sides. We just have to make sure we’re both happy with the situation. As for me, I’d like to hunt and fish more, but only if you go with me.” Her small nose wrinkles. “I don’t think I’d ever want to sit on the beach and just ‘suck on shrimp.’ That sounds disgusting, no offense.”
“You do not like the shrimp for the energy they give you?”
D’see shakes her head. “I prefer my tea without creatures in it.” She slides back out of my lap and puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. “And you are still wounded, my love, so I think you need to lie back down.”
A low growl escapes me at the thought. “I am not too wounded to mate you—”
“I know that.” Her mouth curves into a teasing smile. “I didn’t say anything about that. I said you needed to lie down.” She emphasizes the last two words and then gives me an enticing look.
Aaah.
I ease onto my back, fascinated at the sight of my soft, pretty D’see prowling over me like a huntress. She straddles my hips, her hands at my sides, and then lowers herself until she rubs her cunt against my aching cock. The breath hisses out of me, and I look up at her in surprise.
“I’m going to ride you,” she explains, breathless. “We can still mate, but I’ll take the lead. You just lie back and let me handle things.”
Her words are so arousing my cock twitches in response. I suck in a breath, riveted as she rocks her hips, rubbing her slicked cunt against my shaft again. It is the most erotic—and the most teasing—thing I have ever seen. I watch our bodies rubbing together, watch the slick length of my dark blue shaft glide in and out of her flushed folds. When the head drags against her clit and her breath hitches, I decide I have never seen anything finer in my life. My mouth is dry, my body aching, and when a bead of pre-cum slides down the head of my cock, I reach down and wet my fingers with it, then rub it into her wet folds. I need her to wear my seed, both inside and out, and she immediately rocks against my hand, gasping. My hand gets in the way of my cock, and I push a finger inside her, remembering just how good her slippery cunt felt as she gripped me. “You are tight. Is there lotion here? Do you need lotion? It has been a while since I have been inside you and stretched you.”
D’see leans forward over me, moving up to kiss me fiercely. Her lips silence my words, her hungry tongue diving into my mouth. I kiss her back, pushing a second finger into her channel, determined to stretch her as much as I can. I never want to hurt this female ever again. Not with words, or deeds. Never. D’see needs a life of happiness. She needs a mate that cherishes her and gives her many kits.
I am the luckiest male in the universe that I get to be that for her.
Groaning, I work two fingers inside her, loving how wet she is. She coats my skin with her need, and I love the whimpering sounds she makes as she bucks against my hand. “Oh, O’jek,” she pants. “I’m so close. I—”
“HO!” calls a voice from outside.
D’see’s cunt clenches tight around my hand and she screams in shock at the voice. A moment later, she scrambles off of me, clutching a fur to her nudity. I jerk upright, my head ringing at the sudden movement. “It is all right,” I tell her, trying not to think about how good her cunt felt when she squeezed around me. “Stay behind me.”
“It must be a rescue party,” D’see whispers, pressing against my back. The tips of her teats brush my skin and my cock twitches in response, my khui singing louder than ever. “I guess we should go with them. Lousy timing, though.”
We are not going anywhere. Not while we are deep in resonance and my long-awaited mate is within reach. I tug a fur over my straining cock, trying not to frown when a shadow crosses the front of the cave.
A’tar—the drakoni. I should have known it was him.
“Ashtar,” D’see breathes a moment later. “You scared the dickens out of us.”
“Daisy? O’jek? What’s going on?” He ducks inside, naked and in his two-legged form, and squints at us. I can tell by the look on his face and the way his nostrils flare that he knows very well what we are up to and is playing the fool. “You didn’t come back to camp and Liz wanted me to come looking for you.”