Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“I should like that,” I tell her. “More of you to sit upon my face so I can feast.”
She bats my arm, chuckling, and then takes the jerky. With an exaggerated motion, she tears into it as if to say see? She chews, and I watch her with satisfaction. F’lor is slender, and yet I am already imagining her body fat and rounded with my kit, her teats full and jiggling, her thighs and buttocks equally full. She is beautiful in all ways as it is, but it pleases me to feed her, to know I can provide for her. To know that she is taken care of. Plump thighs will mean she will never hunger as we did on the island, struggling to find enough game.
So I pull out another piece of jerky for her to eat after this one.
She chews as she walks, and glances over at me as she does. “What?”
“What do you mean, what?”
“You keep staring at me with that goofy look on your face.”
“What goo-fee look?”
“This one.” She puts a foolish smile on her face, mimicking me. When I snort with amusement, she continues, “Makes me think you’re getting a boner from watching me eat.”
“I am providing for my mate. She carries my kit. Both of these things fill me with joy. Of course I should smile.” It takes everything I have not to reach over and touch her flat stomach. “Soon we will have another Shadow Cat clan member. Our people will go on.”
She makes a face at my words. “Oh man. It sounds weird, but I totally forgot about the baby part of resonance.” She touches her belly with a worried expression, her steps slowing. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to be a mom. It’s a lot easier to be Tita Flor. Play with the kids and spoil them and then hand them back to the parents when they cry.”
I slow my pace to match hers. We are in no hurry. We will not reach the Ancestors’ Cave tonight, so there is no rush. I glance up ahead at O’jek, but he is lost in conversation with D’see, a goo-fee grin on his face as he gazes upon her. Is that how I look? As if the person standing next to me is the source of all happiness? Probably.
I do not mind it.
Turning back to F’lor, I offer her the second piece of jerky. “You will be an excellent mother. Worry not.”
She gives me a little smile. “You’re just saying that to get into my pants.”
“Your pants would not fit me,” I say, and then add, “but I would not mind if you rode my face again.”
F’lor bats at me with her hand again, but she is smiling. She looks up at me, her expression thoughtful. “You put your hair in a man-bun again.”
I touch my mane. “You did this for me the other day and seemed to like it. I want you to look upon me with approval. Should I take it down? I like it. It keeps my mane neat.”
She shakes her head, her expression growing a little shy. “No, I like it that way. It shows off your features. You look handsome.”
I grunt. I like that she enjoys gazing upon me. It fills me with a curious sense of pride, as if I have done something mighty, even though I have done nothing at all.
“So what are we doing now? You and me?” She asks.
I wave the jerky in front of her, because she still hasn’t taken it from my hand. “I am feeding my mate and my kit.”
F’lor takes the jerky from me with an amused expression and holds it in her grip. She stops and gazes up at me. “I mean, what are we doing? You and me? For the future?”
The urge to touch her is near-overwhelming. I reach toward her, and when she does not pull away, I gently touch her cheek, stroking her soft skin. Just being able to touch her eases the anxious edge of my spirit. “We will go on as we have in the last few days, I hope. I should like to continue to take care of you. I should like to be your mate most of all.”
I expect her to bring up T’ia again, to throw that in my face once more, but she only gazes up at me, expression thoughtful. She leans in against my hand. “You ready to be a father?”
“More than ready.” The thought brings me an almost unbearable joy. “I would love a boy. Or a girl. Or both.”
Her eyes widen and she playfully bites my thumb. “Ay, let’s just focus on having one baby right now, all right? Two at once is too many to consider right now.”
I grin. “We will consider it for our next resonance, then.”