Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“What’s so funny?”
“T’ia was sent away a few years ago because she was causing problems amongst the hunters. She was free with her kisses and her teasing, and it made several males think she was interested in only them. She cried a lot. She had more tantrums than a kit. So when you say that you wish to be more like T’ia…I am glad you are not.”
“Sounds kind of chauvinist,” I murmur as he washes my breasts for me. The cloth feels cool against my skin and my nipples harden, sending a pulse of arousal through my body when he takes his sweet time going over each globe.
“It was not fair to her,” he agrees, rubbing circles around my nipple in a way that probably isn’t getting them very clean but feels really, really good. “We discussed it for a very long time. It was decided we must either send away a young female who does not contribute much, or several males that hunted a great deal. Perhaps it would have been different if she were a great hunter, but T’ia was very silly and would rather sit around the fire than work. She is different now, and I am glad she has matured.”
He strokes the cloth over my other breast, heading right for the nipple, and I suck in a breath at how much it aches. A good ache. “And were you one of the men she was flirting with?”
R’jaal pauses. “She…toyed with me, yes. But not as much as others.”
“Okay, cool. So I should kick her ass at some point? Because I’ll do that for you. She might take me at first, but I’m scrappy. I’ll manage a comeback.”
The cloth continues to tease over my skin. “You do not need to fight over me. You have already won.” He grins, our eyes meeting. “Resonance chose us…but I like that you would offer.” He wets the cloth again and then teases it between my breasts. “You have lovely teats, my mate.”
Oh boy. The “teats” word is a new one for me. I weigh for a moment to see if it’s awful or not, and then decide if it comes from R’jaal, it’s fine with me. “They’re very clean now.”
R’jaal slides the cloth lower, teasing the soft rolls of my belly and then moving between my thighs. “Shall I wash here, too?”
“It definitely needs a good rubbing,” I say, breathless. I’m feeling more like myself in this flirty moment. Spreading my thighs wide, I watch as his eyes light up with arousal at the sight. “What do you think?”
He strokes the cloth over my folds, making me shiver, and then he tosses it aside. “I think I grow weary of this game.” With one hand, he grabs my hip and hauls me toward him, even as he lowers his head.
I tumble backward onto the furs, laughter bubbling in my throat. “So impatient,” I tease as he kisses the insides of my thighs, heading directly for my pussy. My toes curl when he strokes his tongue over my folds, and when he hitches my thighs over his shoulders, I hold on to his tall, strange horns as he makes love to me with his mouth. His tongue teases my clit in little circles as he slides a finger deep inside me.
The feel of him penetrating me takes my breath away. His finger feels huge, and I rock against him. It’s not enough, but when he starts to pump into me, I try to ride him anyhow. “Please, R’jaal,” I pant. “Make me come.”
He lifts his head and scrapes his teeth over the plump rise of my mound, and oh fuck, that should not be as sexy as it is. “Do you need more?”
And he strokes a second finger into me.
I gasp, arching against him. The pairing of his fingers feels so good. His mouth lowers again and then he’s on my clit once more, even as he drives into me with hard, fierce strokes of his hand. Oh god. I whimper, trying to move quickly enough so I can match pace with his motions, but he’s finger-fucking me so hard and fast that it’s impossible…and it feels so amazing that I cry out when my climax hits me, hard and fast. I squeeze his horns, my legs clenching so hard with the force of my orgasm that it feels as if my entire body is clamping up.
R’jaal makes a sound of pleasure against my clit, his tongue strokes slowing down as if that’s going to somehow make me feel more relaxed. I whimper, rocking against his face as he stays where he is despite the fact that I’ve come. He doesn’t seem like he’s going anywhere, and when his fingers pick up the pace inside me again, I moan with the realization that he’s going to make me come again. He continues to work me with tongue and fingers until I’m a whimpering, needy mess, and when I come, the relief is so great that I squirt, soaking the fur blankets and my lover’s face in the process.