Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
And I will claim her every chance I get. I want her to need me as much as I need her.
7
HASSEN
Five Days Later
Mah-dee throws her spear with a limp grip. It wobbles in the air and skids into the snow a few paces away from where she is standing. The tree she was supposed to hit waves back and forth in the stiff wind, taunting her poor hunting ability.
I cross my arms and do my best to look displeased. “That was a terrible throw. You said you practiced.”
“I did try to practice,” she tells me in a grumpy voice as she trots forward to scoop up her spear. “It’s hard to get up and go when you’re exhausted all the time. I gave it a few tosses back at the cave but figured I’d do my practice out here with you.”
“Exhausted? Am I exhausting you?” I reach for one of her large teats, caressing it through the many layers of furs she is wearing. “Shall I stop in my attentions?”
She squirms away, laughing, but the flush in her cheeks and the brightness in her gaze tells me that she likes my touch. “It’s not the sex—though, okay, it’s pretty amazing and hardcore on its own. It’s all the hiking and the hunting. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m out of shape.”
I study her figure, frowning at her words. “I like your shape. What is wrong with it?”
Laughter peals from her again. “Just for that, you are totally getting laid again.”
“Now?” I gesture at the open, rolling hills around us. “Here in the snow?”
“Not right now! There is zero privacy right now.” Mah-dee sticks her tongue out at me again.
“You like no privacy,” I remind her, and am pleased when a bright flush touches her pink cheeks. In the days since our first mating in the storage cave, we have mated as often as possible. A few times have been in the storage caves, in the middle of the day, and Mah-dee burns hottest when she thinks we might get caught.
When she burns hot, I do, too.
She brings her spear back toward me and then holds it out. “Do I need to work on my grip, you think?”
“If all your throws are like that one? Yes.”
“Okay.” She wraps her fingers around the long pole of the spear and looks up at me. “Like this?” Her grip moves up and down. “Or should I hold it tighter here? Maybe give it a little stroke when it’s ready to throw?” And her hand moves in a way that has nothing to do with hunting.
I can feel my cock harden in response to the sight of her fingers moving up and down the pole. The little grin on her face tells me that she knows exactly what she does and how I will respond. “I would tell you to hold the shaft tighter in your grip, but I do not think we are talking about hunting.”
She blinks rapidly. “Why, whatever do you mean?”
“Is something wrong with your eyes?”
Mah-dee snorts. “No. There is something wrong with my brain if I’m trying to use human techniques to flirt with you, though.”
I grin at that, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her against me. “Do you flirt with me, then?”
“Duh. Do you see anyone else out here to flirt with?” She flings her spear aside into the snow and throws her arms around my waist.
“Is it because you want to make me need you? Or because you wish for me to bury my face between your legs and lick your cunt again?” I did so just before our lessons, but I will gladly do so again if she wishes it. The taste of Mah-dee on my tongue is better than anything.
She appears to consider it, and then sighs. “I think if we do that again, we’re not going to get much hunting done.”
“Mmm.” I am not sure I mind that. My Mah-dee is enthusiastic about many aspects of hunting…except for the killing of animals. Yesterday, we found a lame dvisti kit alone on the steppes. It was easy prey and I suggested Mah-dee bring it down. She could not do it. She cried instead, and hid her eyes when I put my spear in the creature’s throat. My mate has a soft heart, but she does not yet understand that sometimes a killing is a mercy.
I wish I could protect her from these things, but if she is to survive, she must be strong in both body and spirit.
“I suppose we had better go back to hunting, then.” She snuggles close to me, pressing her cheek to my chest. “I do need to get better, and we’ve spent more time practicing other things.”
I stroke her yellow mane. I want to tell her that she has no need of learning to hunt if I am her mate. That I can take care of her and provide for us if she will accept me…and if the chief will accept me back. Each night around my small fire seems to grow longer and lonelier.