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)
“Bah. I am not interested in cake.” He sounds grumpy.
“I am. I’m ready to have cake again, personally. Maybe we can get some of that fruit they were talking about and have someone make a cake.” My mouth waters at the thought. Every resonance has a party, right? I wouldn’t mind having two of them. “You think Hannah would open up the stores for us and—”
He snags my shoulder. Not hard, just enough to stop me from walking. “F’lor. How many times must I tell you that I am no longer interested in T’ia? You are my resonance mate. You are my mate. How do you not understand that?” Frustration is written clearly across his face as he looms over me. “How can I make it more clear? When I think of my mate, I only think of you. I only want to touch you. I want to kiss you—”
I reach out and pat his chest, interrupting his conversation. “That’s your khui talking, buddy. Two days ago you were still in love with Tia. And I realize we’re caught up in a biological baby-making hurricane of hormones, but you can’t change your mind that quickly about who you care for. Love grows over time. We’ve been together for like, a heartbeat.”
“Two days,” he says grumpily.
Aw. His surly, displeased expression should not be as cute as it is. My khui gives a happy little purr, and his immediately sings loudly to mine, setting off another cacophony of khui songs. Damn it.
I’rec covers my hand with his. “I am listening to your words, but I think you are wrong. What I feel will not change the moment we stop resonating. Wait and see.”
“I will.” I don’t believe him, but I’m not going to argue. “Until then, I want some fish.”
“For your curse, yes?” He rubs my fingers, and I realize I’m still touching his chest, and my nipples are pricking with anticipation.
I think about last night. I can be gentle.
Shit, now I’m so turned on I can’t think straight. I bite back a whimper. “Might not be a curse, but my mother would say not to take chances. And a curse seems more likely than you magically falling in love with me in a single day in which we didn’t do much talking.” I slide my hand out of his and pretend to examine the fishing pole I’m gripping with my other hand. “I’m just skeptical.”
“We did not do much talking that day, did we?” He runs a knuckle down my arm, and I swear that even though I’m wearing a long sleeve, he might as well be rubbing my bare skin.
I bite back a whimper of arousal. “Nope. We were too…busy.”
“Perhaps I did not need words.” Fuck, I’rec’s voice is so husky that it’s practically filthy. “Perhaps my khui made me realize what I had ignored for far too long.”
“Or perhaps it’s a curse,” I remind him again.
“Perhaps.” His finger traces along the fur of my collar, and even though he’s just touching my clothing, I don’t think I’ve ever been more aroused in my life. I pant, leaning closer to him as his tail strokes against my skirt as if seeking entrance. “Are you sure you need fish right now?”
“Maybe…maybe we can wait a bit longer.”
“Then let us go to your hut and see if we can complete our resonance,” he purrs at me.
I wonder if it’s possible to orgasm from heated looks alone? Because I swear I’m going to combust if we don’t touch soon. I hand him my fishing pole.
He tosses it aside and gives me a challenging stare.
Shiiiit. I race for my hut, with I’rec hot on my heels, so we can fuck. Again.
Chapter
Eleven
I’REC
I run my hand over F’lor’s flank as we lie in the furs together, her back to my front. My khui yet resonates to her, and I have to admit, this pleases me. While the need is never-ending, I like that it makes F’lor as hungry for me as I am for her.
She rubs up against me, her backside pressing to my cock and making it stir again. “Still nothing, huh? I wonder if there’s a problem with our resonance.”
“There is no problem. Sometimes resonance takes longer.” I stroke a hand up the curve of her waist and up to her small, perfect teats. “Quit seeing problems where there are none. Enjoy this moment.”
F’lor glances at me over her shoulder, shooting me a wry look. “I don’t think I could enjoy any harder if I tried.”
I grin at that. The matings are good. Better than good. Incredible. Something inside me feels as if it is reborn each time we come together. She is the perfect mate for me, and I am frustrated that it took me so long to realize this. Have we not been friends for some time? Does she not always make me laugh? Feel good? And yet my stubborn mind was so focused on T’ia and her kisses that I did not see the female in front of me the entire time.