by Ruby Dixon
"Ooooh, god," she whimpers. "Whatever creator made you, thank you for this."
"Should I…keep going?" I ask, curious. My entire body is straining with the need to bury myself into her again, to thrust and thrust and claim her like a rutting beast. But I am not entirely certain if her words are good or bad, or just babbling.
"Keep going." Her nod is frantic. "If you stop now, I'm going to die."
"I do not wish for that to happen," I say gravely. I think she is exaggerating…I think. But if I must pound my cock into her tight cunt to save her life, I shall gladly do so. "Tell me if you are dying."
Her giggle turns into a choked cry when I thrust again, and her legs jerk and squeeze around my hips. "Oh fuck," she breathes again. When I pause, she pounds a hand on my shoulder. "Keep going, U'dron. Oh god, keep going."
I lean down and try to kiss her, but our height differences are so much that all I can do is kiss the top of her head. I do that, and as I lean over her, it pushes my cock deeper into her body. She lets out a squeak, her hands digging into my hips as I do. She liked that. She liked it when I went deep. Encouraged, I work my hips, thrusting into her again. The angle is slightly different, though, and I spend the next few thrusts trying to figure out how to recapture that fascinating squeak she made. She feels incredible to me, her cunt clasping me so tightly it makes it hard to focus…but I want to make her come again, too.
"Are you okay?" she asks, breathless, when I shift our bodies again.
"I am trying to make you squeak," I point out to her, rocking my hips again as I thrust. Her thighs seem to be in the way, wrapped as they are around my hips, and I cannot get as deep as I want to. I pull one of her thighs away and push it forward, her knee almost to her teat, and with my thrust that time, her eyes go wide and she makes the noise again.
Perfect.
"Does this feel good?" I rasp, even as I drive into her. "Should I stop?"
"N-no. No stopping!" She squeaks again when I slam into her, so deep that my sac smacks against her skin. "Don't stop!"
I love that I can thrust into her as hard as I want—not to hurt her, just to let go. She will not break under me but accepts me with enthusiasm and those squeaks that make the breath catch in my throat. Never has anything felt so good as being inside my female, claiming her, listening to her make noises of pleasure that my body elicits from her.
Her breath catches and the thigh I am holding pressed forward trembles in my grasp. Her cunt tightens and seizes around my cock, and her hand flies between us, to where my spur taps against her clit. "I'm gonna come," she moans, her hand skating to the nub. "U'dron, I'm gonna come…"
"Then come," I command her. "Show me." And I drive into her again, my movements rough and uncoordinated. Her cunt is distracting me with its pleasurable clenching, tightening around me like—
Like her mouth did.
The visual is too much. With a growl, I pound into her, my seed spilling forth, and my release surges out of me as wild as the ocean. I cannot stop moving, as if I must push every bit of my seed as deep into her body as I can. She quivers under me, a little whine escaping her throat as I collapse over her.
"So close," she gasps. "Please, U'dron."
Even though I am dazed with my own release, I must take care of my female. "Where," I manage. "Tell me where to touch you."
"Clit—"
I push my hand between our joined bodies and find the little nub of it. I rub it, circling my hips as I try to catch my breath. Never have I come so hard. Never has anything felt as good as claiming R'ven did just now. And when she lets out a little cry and her cunt spasms around me again as she climaxes, I feel a surge of pride. I keep rubbing her clit, murmuring her name, and her trembling seems to go on forever, which pleases me.
"Stooooop," she moans eventually, pushing my hand away. "Oh god, you're going to kill me."
I nuzzle at her, exhausted but sated. "First I will kill you for not mating with you, then I will kill you for the opposite. Which is it?"
"You…made me…come so hard," she gasps, her arms winding around my neck. "Need a break."
"A small one," I allow, smiling. I press another kiss to the top of her head. "Because I am going to want to do that again."
She chuckles, rubbing a foot against one of my thighs. "Me, too."
27
RAVEN
I've always been a girl that likes sex. I've never been shy with a man about saying what pleases me, and if he wasn't interested in learning, the relationship never lasted very long. And because all of my associations with sex have always been good ones, it doesn't take much encouragement to get me to jump in the sack with a guy if I like him.
Of course, now I'm going to have to classify everything as “Sex Before U'dron” and “Sex With U'dron” because that gorgeous alien man has ruined me for all time.
We make love all afternoon, and each time it's better than the last. His equipment is perfectly sized, and he seems to rub all the right spots inside me, a look of concentration on his face, because he's trying to get me to respond. It's clear he wants me to enjoy as much as he is, and after another round of shattering orgasms, I'm boneless and sated on the furs, my head pillowed on his chest.
"I might never leave this hut again," I sigh happily, tracing a finger over his abdomen muscles.
"I will not let you starve. I will hunt enough food for the both of us, and you need never leave my furs again." He rubs his hand over my shoulder, lazy and sated. "But you will miss dancing by the fire and singing songs."
"Mmm. And probably shrimp tea." It's something I've grown to really like a lot, despite its disgusting origin. I sit up on one elbow, peering around the hut. It's a little dark inside, but it might be because we've let the fire go out due to our marathon sex. I touch my hair, already gritty and rough from days of seawater, and it feels like an absolute nest from being dicked across the furs (happily dicked, so very happily dicked). I probably look like a sea hag. "What time is it?"
U'dron yawns, his hand sliding to my lower back. "Late, I imagine. The suns will have gone down. Are you hungry? Should I go and get you food from the fire and bring it back for you?"
I rub my eyes and look over at him. He has hickies up and down his chest and neck from my eager mouth, and his back is probably all scratched up thanks to my nails. His hair is an untidy mess, too, and he very much looks as if we've been fucking for hours…because we have. "Maybe? Where's your loincloth?"
He looks around, frowning. "Somewhere. I am certain I have others, and if I do not…" He shrugs.
I give him a wry smile. "You might wanna keep that beast under wraps. I don't want the other girls jealous of how good I've got it."
U'dron grins at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "It is too bad for them that I already have the best female on the beach."
"Best female on the beach, huh? Flatterer." I can't help but tease him. He's always the sweetest and makes me feel so good. "I'm not sure if the others would agree."
"They would," he tells me solemnly. "Especially after they saw you dance."
He's so very sincere that it takes my breath away. He truly does think that my dancing was amazing, Nothing more, nothing less. He's proud of my skills and not jealous in the slightest. God, I'm lucky to meet a man like this…even if I did have to get dumped onto an ice planet. I don't even mind that part so much anymore. With a smile, I lean over him and give him a kiss on the lips. He still tastes like my body and I chuckle, wiping at his mouth. "Your beard probably needs a bath."
"Never." U'dron grins at me. "I will—"
Someone scratches at the door to the hut. "Ho," calls a voice. "We are coming inside."
Not “can we come inside” or “are you two busy,” but a demand. I pretty much know who it is at that point. Has to be I'rec. No one else thinks he's the Prince of the Beach quite like that arrogant prick. With an irritated sigh, I clutch the blankets to my tits and wait for the door to open.
U'dron sits up as well, moving to bloc
k me from the view of the door. It's a chivalrous move, and one that I appreciate, so I loop an arm around his neck and prop my chin on my shoulder, leaning against him from behind as the others of Shadow Cat file into U'dron's hut. A'tam is first through the door, followed by O'jek, and then I'rec arrives. A'tam's nostrils flare as he enters the hut, and he glances back at the other two.
"Oh, come on," I call out, tired of their affected shock. "What did you think we were doing in here? Quilting?" I shake my head. "If you guys are here to disapprove, you can just turn right around and leave—"
U'dron covers my hand with his, making a noise in his throat. "They are here for the proving."
That makes me pause. "What?"
I'rec clears his throat. For the first time, I notice that he's got something drawn in pale white paint on his brow. An arrow, I think at first, but then I realize it's a spear. Right. Keeper of the Spear. His hair is pulled back into a long braid instead of loose, and he has a solemn expression on his face as he gazes at us.
"Do you still wish to have your proving, U'dron?" I'rec asks in a no-nonsense voice. O'jek and A'tam's faces are utterly impassive.
U'dron's fingers brush over my hand in silent affection, even as he answers. "I do."
I'rec nods. "Be ready at dawn. Paint the symbols on your brow and leave everything behind in your hut. No clothes. No weapons. You will enter the proving as you came into this world, but you will emerge from it a hunter…or death will claim you."
I hold back my frown of distress. Having a naked proving on a tropical island is one thing. Naked in the snow here is…not a good idea. But this isn't my culture, and it's something that means a lot to U'dron, so I say nothing even though the words burn on my tongue.
"I will be ready," U'dron says, calm determination in his voice.
"You will be given the details of your proving at dawn," I'rec says. "Remember that you can have no help upon this journey. You must depend on yourself and yourself alone."
"I can do it."
I squeeze him tighter. I know he can. I watch as the others study him, naked and probably hickie-covered, his hair rumpled and our bed smelling of lots and lots of sex. But they say nothing. I'rec nods once and then leaves. O'jek follows in silence. A'tam goes to follow them as well but turns at the last moment and grins at us. "Good luck, brother," he whispers. "Enjoy tonight!"
We watch in silence as they leave.
"So…" I say when I'm alone with U'dron again. "You wanna tell me what that was about?"
He takes my hand and pulls it toward his mouth, rubbing his lips against my palm in the most ticklish of ways. It reminds me that even though we've made love a ridiculous amount today, I've still got at least another round in me. Or maybe it's just U'dron himself who makes me hungry to touch and be touched. I also know a distraction when I see one, and it's only the fact that I trust him that he gets away with it. "I am going to do my proving, in the morning."
I gasp, moving from behind him to his side, so I can look him in the eye. "You are?"
U'dron nods. "I told I'rec and the others that I did not care what they thought of me being with you, and if they did not like it, they could give me a proving so I can show them that I am just as much a 'true' hunter as anyone else. So I'rec will perform the ceremony in the morning and only Shadow Cat will know of my journey."
I bite back my squeal of pride, because I know it takes a lot for him to push past social “rules” that have been reinforced in his head since birth. "That's wonderful. Why didn't you say something earlier?"
He grins, running a finger down the slope of my breast just so he can watch my body react. "I have been distracted in the best of ways."
Fair enough. "In the morning, then? So soon?" The greedy part of me is a little miffed that I don't get to luxuriate in bed with him for a few more days, but I know he wants this. I'm just gonna have to deal with it. I look around at his hut, suddenly worried that we've eaten all of his food supplies. "Do we need to pack you a bag? Should I go raid the supply tent?"
"I need nothing. I will go on my proving with my head and body bare. I will make what I need. It is how it is done."
I purse my lips. I'm trying not to be a killjoy, because I know how much this means to him. Even so…it's dangerous to go out alone without a single weapon. I'm sure they're going to send him out to kill the biggest, baddest thing they can find, and it bugs me that he won't even have a pair of shoes. "They do realize that it's cold here? And snowy?"
His thumb moves across my nipple again, and it stiffens in response, sending a jolt of lust through my body. I bat his hand away because I want to talk about this. I can't help but worry, and I don't want to be distracted by pleasure, no matter how good that pleasure is. "It will be fine," U'dron reassures me. "Look at Juth and Pak. If they can survive with nothing, I can, too. It will be part of the challenge, and when I return with my kill, no one will be able to say I am not as much a hunter as they are."
Biting back my worries, I smile broadly at him, because this is a big deal. I want to be excited for him—as excited as he is—and if I can't, I can at least fake it and worry after he's gone. "So first thing in the morning, then? Do you know how long you'll be?"
"However long it takes." He shrugs, sliding an arm around my waist and pulling me into his arms. He hauls me up against him, his mouth going to my breast. "Will it make you sad? To be in my bed without me?"
"Terribly," I admit, curling my fingers in his hair and sighing with pleasure when his teeth graze over my nipple. "I'll just have to touch myself and make myself come every night since you won't be there to do it for me."
He growls, rolling us down into the furs and pinning me under him. "It means I will come home that much faster," he tells me, kissing down my belly.
I sure hope that's the case. For now, I enjoy the time we have together.
28
U'DRON
We wake up well before dawn, and R'ven helps me cut my mane off. It is something only the most dedicated of hunters do, to prove that they will not even use their mane as assistance. Mine is too short to make rope of any kind, but I want I'rec and the others to see how seriously I take this. So we shear the sides as best we can, and R'ven cuts off my top-lock, leaving just a little of my mane on the top.
"Very sexy," she pronounces, and gives me another kiss.
I can see there is worry in her eyes, but her smile is bright. She insists on going with me, and when I ask if she wants to bathe, she shakes her head. "I'll bathe after you're gone. I hope I absolutely reek of sex and it drives I'rec nuts." Her eyes gleam with amusement. "Is that bad of me?"
"Not at all." I like the thought far too much. I want them to all know she is mine. "I must bring supplies out to Juth, as I promised. Will you do it while I am gone?"
"Of course. Will you show me where to put them?" She pulls a tunic over her head—one of my tunics, I notice with pride—and belts it at her waist. She looks around and frowns. "Still no shoes. Someone keeps distracting me and I forget to get my clothes from the other cave." She gives me a sly grin. "Guess I'll go barefoot again." She thinks for a moment and then adds a heavy cloak over her shoulders. "Ready when you are."
I leave my feet bare, too. I put on a loincloth since I am gathering food supplies from the main camp, and the females tend to make strange noises of distress if the males walk around naked.
We head to the main camp, holding hands, and I meet with Shail, who greets me with a nod and pulls out the small bundle of food she has prepared for Juth. "Harlow included one of Rukhar's old tunics, just so you know." Her eyes get soft. "That man needs to bring that baby in so we can feed both of them."
"It will take time for him to trust," I tell her. "I am sure he will eventually see we mean no harm."
She nods, eyeing my shorn head with interest, but says nothing else about it. We turn to leave the fire and another female stops us on the way. It is the one called S'teph, with dark hair, full teats, and equally full hips. The female gives us an e
nthusiastic look. "I would like to help."
Help? "We are putting a small package of supplies on a rock. I am not sure we need help."
S'teph clasps her hands together. "I was working on a psychology degree back home. I want to try to get to know Juth and Pak. I want to build trust with them. If it's okay with you, I'd like to go with you today and put my scent on things, and eventually I'd like to do the hand-off on my own. I think I can break through to them. They just need patience and understanding."
I eye the female, wondering if she is going to get snatched by Juth as another bargaining tool. He will not hurt her, but…I will not be here to retrieve her, either. I can always warn the others, I suppose, so they can be on the lookout for another female going missing. I glance down at R'ven to see what she thinks. She shrugs, squeezing my hand. "Very well," I say after a moment. "But do not stray far from the spot I show you. You do not want to get taken away."
Her eager expression falters. "I thought he rescued Raven?" She glances at my female.
"He did," R'ven quickly adds. "But he's unpredictable. We're just saying to be careful. Come on. My feet are fucking freezing."
"Why aren't you guys wearing shoes?" S'teph asks as we head down to the beach, the three of us, and R'ven gives her a quick answer about broken laces. She lies well, my mate. For some reason, this pleases me. I like her too-clever mind.
We drop the food off at the specified rock at the far end of the shore. It is a rock that is shaped a bit like a fish, with a wide, rounded end and a more narrow, triangular “tail.” On the other side of this rock, the beach gives way to nothing but a tumble of boulders and sharp cliffs, the waters crashing against stone.
"This is the spot," I tell them.
"Are you sure he's been here?" S'teph asks, a look of worry on her face. "What if the supplies you left for him just got grabbed by scavengers?"