As much as I’d love to taste her all day, there is too much to do and I hardly think my men would appreciate waiting, so I suck on her little nub, relishing her wild reaction.
She screams, her fingers digging into my hair, her hips pressing up, up, up into my mouth. I’ve never seen a woman receive so much pleasure, and it makes me fiercely proud.
And just when I worry that Elena’s heart is going to explode, her body stills and she collapses back onto the bed.
“That was…intense…”she says, her hands now shaking.
“Why did you call it big?”
She gives a lazy groan. “It was the feelings. They were…big.”
She makes me smile. I’m glad I can make her feel‘big.’
I retreat, trying to clear my mind of her pliable body so I don’t do something I regret. That my clan would be most angry at.
“Is that how your people wake their women?” she asks.
“You are chieftain of your people, so any man would feel honored to wake you as I had, though the men of Tempest are often called upon and never see a woman as she wakes.”
She gets out of bed and stretches. “So are we going to help the others today?”
“Yes.”
“What if they’re all dead?”
“They shouldn’t be. Two of my men are stationed, and they would neutralize any threat.”
“There’s also water and infection to worry about.”
“If they are able to find moonfruit, they’ll quench their thirst.” Looking at her anew, I frown. “You’ll need better clothes.”
“The ship only had the dresses we were meant to be sold in. I’m just happy it’s cleaner than what I had on.”
“You’ll need leather and fur. During the warm times, you can wear just an undercloth.”
She gapes, appalled. “Ah, and expose my breasts?”
I shrug off her modesty. “One step at a time. The dresses can stay, for now. Your people need food, water, and medicine above all. We’ll bring strips of dried meat and hunt when we get to the shore. Then we’ll worry about shelter, clothes, and fucking.”
Her small face skews in a glare, but she says nothing.
After she eats a breakfast of meat and fruit, I bring her outside to a group of gathered men. They’re frowning at me, clearly angry that I’ve given her such pleasure. Some because they find her unworthy, others because of jealousy.
I quickly fashion Elena a pair of leather shoes to wear, so her feet don’t get injured as we walk through the forest. If I could, I’d carry her, but my men would count that against her.
I don’t know what has gotten into me, but I long to hold her, to make her walk more comfortable. I want to kiss her and feed her and bathe her and cannibalize her day and night. I think she’d like that.
“We leave soon,” I shout to my men. “Bring water skins, food, and medicine.”
“I thought they would provide for themselves?” Ramsey sneers, arms folded over his chest.
Elena answers with, “We will, but as I’ve said, we are new to this land and need your help. In time, we’ll prove our worth and strength.”
He says nothing, which means he wants her to be right. He wants these soft women to prove their strength.
This is good.
I warn Elena not to walk too close to me. That it would make her look like she was afraid. Thankfully, she heeds my warning, staying in the middle while I walk at the head.