Sehra's Honor

by Kama Spice

  Pure, urgent need dripped from each word. He could smell it—almost taste it. His cock throbbed to life, aching to be in the grip of her beautiful pussy. But…how did she know what he was thinking?

  He cupped her chin and looked into her eyes. How did you know I was thinking that?

  “You said it,” she panted.

  He dropped his hand and stepped back. “I never said a word.”

  Her head seemed to clear as she stared at him. “I…I heard you. You said you—”

  “No, I thought it.” he said. “You read my thoughts.”

  She blinked a couple of times. “Rawa,” she said softly. “I’m finding out that I can do…things. Things I didn’t know I could. Especially when I’m highly aroused and connecting with someone I have…I have deep feelings for.” Her long lashes grew damp. “I don’t know how or when it happens, or even why…” She nibbled on her full bottom lip. “Please don’t…”

  He could feel her anguish through the humid air that hung between them. How could so much have changed? In that bit of time they were separated, he’d tested his gift as she had tested hers. He had come back from the dead while she was entering the minds and thoughts of those she loved.

  “Yes,” she whispered, stepping toward him and wrapping her arms around his neck, “I love you.” She gazed up into his face with such naked adoration there was no room in his mind for doubt. “I’ve loved you since I was a pre-Awakened cub, Rawa. When you left, you tore huge chunks of me and took them with you. You claimed me since before we even knew what that meant, my love.”

  Rawa felt all blood drain from his body and pump hard into his cock. It rose to a furious and pounding beat between them, hot and thick, desperate for Sehra. He couldn’t think anymore. His mind was useless as Sehra’s hands traveled along his arms, his chest, his back—leaving lines of flames in their wake.

  He grabbed a fistful of her hair and crushed his lips against hers, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She responded with an urgency that took him by surprise, fueling his need all the more. Merciful Ancients, he cursed, as the need for her consumed him. This woman will shatter me.

  Never, my love, came a whisper so close it could only have been in his head. I will heal you.

  He shoved aside the questions, the niggling doubts about her newfound ability for now as he drank her in, his hands traveling everywhere they could reach. He slid them down her sides, feeling the ripples of her rib cage, down to her small waist and around the back to cup her full, round ass. His cock raged painfully as she matched his desperation, straining and grinding against his shaft.

  He lifted her, allowing the tip of his cock to stroke against the entrance of her dripping wima.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and gasped. “Oh yes! Please, Rawa…”

  “Please what?” His voice was strained and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. “What do you want, sweet Sehra?”

  Her words slammed into his mind in a way they never could have if she’d spoken them aloud. Fuck me…hard…and fast. Each word was coated thick with need and pierced into him like spears of fire. They burned through him, stealing his breath and almost undoing him.

  Holy fuck, he cursed. He tried to shake the fog out of his head. I’m going to come before I even enter you if you keep that up.

  Her soft laughter rippled through his body.

  He sank down to his knees on the soft bed of leaves, lowering her onto her back and positioning himself on top of her. He took both of her hands and pinned them above her head as his other hand cupped her breast. He brought his mouth down on her hardened nipple, nibbling and sucking gently until she arched underneath him, her body squirming as she moaned.

  He moved across and took the other one, doing the same until her squirming became frenzied.

  “I’m going to give you what you want, my sweet,” he growled. “Can you take all of me?”

  “Yes!” she panted. “I’m ready…now.”

  He paused for just a moment at the slick entrance of her pussy, taking in her heavy-lidded eyes and gently parted lips before sliding his hand under her buttocks and lifting her toward him. Then he sank into her sweet, hot, velvety hold.

  She sucked him in, clenching her thighs against his and rising to meet him as he drove himself deep into her, again and again, until she tensed and screamed, digging her fingernails into his arms. She thrashed underneath him as her orgasm tore through her.

  Rawa came quickly, releasing all that had been pent up into her and letting the current of their love carry him wherever it went.

  Chapter Seven

  When they walked back to the clearing where the Violets were, the sun was beginning to dip on the horizon. They had set up camp for the night, with a small fire dancing in the center of the clearing. Inuku was nowhere to be found.

  “Your companion went to fetch water,” Raisa said. She was stirring a pot of stew that was hung over the fire with thick branches on either side of it and a metal rod that ran the length over the fire.

  Rhian finished stirring and approached them.

  Sehra pulled away from him and took her hand. She felt the sting of shock and anger from Rawa, but she had nothing to hide. She had done nothing wrong and would be open and honest with him. But she would let him know, without a doubt, that Rhian was no threat. She held a special and important place in Sehra’s heart, yes. But she was no threat to their connection.

  “This is Rhian,” she said, looking into his eyes. “She has been a dear friend, Rawa. She helped me understand my gift and supported me when I thought you were…when I thought I’d lost you.”

  Sehra saw that Rawa was struggling to keep his anger reined in. The intimacy between the women was obvious to anyone with half the sensing abilities of a Lith’han.

  Rawa gave her a slight nod. “I thank you and your sisters for offering my mate protection and shelter.”

  Rhian inclined her head and turned back to Sehra. “I am glad you found him,” she said warmly. She planted a light, tender kiss on Sehra’s mouth.

  A growl rumbled in Rawa’s chest and the scent of possessive anger rose around them like a mist.

  “Easy, big tiger,” Rhian said with a small smile. “She’s all yours. Just wanted to say a proper goodbye.”

  Sehra looked at Rhian in surprise. “You’re leaving?”

  “First thing in the morning—before you rise, no doubt. I know how you like to sleep late.”

  Sehra grasped Rhian’s hands, ignoring the rumbles from Rawa. He would have to get over it. She was not a possession—not her father’s, nor her lover’s, nor her mate’s. She would be loyal and true, but she was her own Lith’han. She would certainly never allow the fears or insecurities of her mate to dictate with whom she interacted—on any level.

  “But you do not have to leave,” she said, searching Rhian’s face. “You could travel west with us—at least until after the king hears us? I would make certain you were comfortable and well cared for.”

  Rhian smiled and squeezed her hands. “Dear Sehra. I know you would honor us well. But we are Violets and do not mingle much with the Lith’hah population. We have our ways and our own codes. You have your chosen path.” She glanced at Rawa who fumed silently nearby, not missing a word. “You have found your mate again—a blessing from the Ancients. Go…meet your destiny, Sehra of the Onyx lineage.” She paused and added, “And perhaps more.”

  Sehra threw her arms around Rhian, holding her close. “I will never forget you,” she whispered. “I am greatly in your debt.”

  “There is no debt,” Rhian said, holding Sehra close. “Offering care and protection to formidable females is an honor for us.”

  “We have eaten,” Uman said from where she was settled on the skins. “But there is plenty of stew left for you and your mate.” She grinned wickedly. “Judging from the scents and sounds in the woods, you two must be famished.”

  Sehra blushed. “Thank you.” She was famished. The smell of meat stewing set her stomach
rumbling.

  Inuku hobbled in under the weight of several pouches of cold mountain water. “There’s a spring nearby,” he said, setting the pouches down near the supplies. “This should hold us for tonight and most of tomorrow.”

  Rawa slapped his friend’s shoulder. “We’ll set off after breaking fast in the morning.”

  “And the ladies?” Inuku asked, nodding toward the Violets.

  “They’ll not be joining us,” Sehra said. A lump formed in her throat. She would miss Rhian and Raisa and Uman. Among them, she had felt a safety she hadn’t ever experienced until then. A kind of safety and ease of being that perhaps may never be possible among ordinary Lith’hah.

  Inuku looked disappointed. “Ah, what a shame. They are a feast for the eyes.”

  Rawa growled and marched away.

  Inuku widened his eyes and looked to Sehra. “What’d I say?”

  She shook her head. “Don’t mind him.”

  The fire flickered as night quickly grabbed hold of the sky. Raisa and Uman hugged Sehra and said their farewells before settling in for the night. Inuku went to bathe in the spring after eating his fill of the stew.

  Sehra scraped the last of the stew from the sides of her bowl. “I don’t want to go back,” she said quietly.

  Rawa leaned against the tree stump behind him. He’d made short work of finishing three bowls of stew and several hunks of karn bread. “We have no choice,” he said. “If we don’t go back, they will come after us. And then we will indeed be fugitives. Trust me—that is not a life you want to live.”

  She was quiet as she thought about what a life on the run would be like. Females were not legally allowed to become Independents. The Violets got around that by forming their own pride. Had they been males, they would most certainly have been Independents. Sehra knew there were practical reasons for The Laws around females and Independents—for one, females could bear young while males could not. And young needed to be reared with stability, a pride, a clan to belong to and a sense of being rooted in something larger than themselves. Hard to offer if when traveling alone all the time.

  “Yes,” she agreed. “We must return. But I will not be separated from you.”

  He pulled her on top of his strong thighs with one arm so she faced him. Her bowl dropped from her hands, landing softly on the leaves and grass.

  “Never,” he said. “From now on, you will not leave my side.”

  Sehra raked her fingers through his hair. His skin was a shade darker than hers and in his cat form his eyes glinted copper—showing his lineage and proclaiming his place in the long line of Saber-tooth cats he descended from. “I have never left your side,” she whispered.

  She felt his cock harden underneath her and slid back, allowing it to spring up between them. She slid onto it, feeling it pulse beneath the folds of her pussy.

  He looked at the Violets around the campfire.

  Sehra could hear their purring as they slept soundly after such a long and exhausting day.

  Rawa grabbed a fistful of her hair at the base of her head. “Tell me about the Violet you’ve been with,” he said quietly.

  Sehra tensed, sparks igniting in her belly. “There is nothing for you to be worried about. Rhian is—”

  He cut her off. “That’s not what I’m referring to. Tell me what you learned from her about your gift.”

  Sehra relaxed, settling comfortably on his thighs again. “Oh…as an Onyx, I am supposed to be able to communicate with the ancestors. It’s a gift that makes us strong priestesses and spirit healers.”

  “I know all that,” Rawa said impatiently. “But Onyxes don’t read thoughts.”

  Sehra looked him dead in his eyes. “Apparently, I am not of full-blooded Onyx lineage.”

  He opened his mouth to speak but shut it again. She watched the play of emotions across his face. “What else? And who…?”

  “My mother,” she said softly. “I learned from the ancestors that she is half Yellow.”

  His eyes widened. “Yellow? But that would have been beneath an Onyx—to mate with a Yellow.”

  She nodded. “It is a fact Mother seems to have covered up well. I don’t even know if Father knows it. But it made Mother’s gift stronger than Father’s. Rhian told me that mixing lineages renders our gifts more powerful, sometimes resulting an entirely new gift altogether.”

  Rawa nodded. “And the Violets should know. They intermix on a regular basis with Independents and males from various lineages.”

  “Then they teach their young to master those gifts, whatever they might be,” Sehra added.

  He looked back into her eyes. “What else can you do?”

  There was something in the set of his jaw that unnerved Sehra. She didn’t know what it was, but it nipped at her—something like mistrust. She wrapped a strand of his hair around her fingers. “I don’t know,” she said. “I learned I could meld with lovers through Rhian.” She shot a glance at him quickly, forgetting to tread gently.

  His eyes flashed, but he didn’t say anything.

  “Something about sexual arousal and being connected to someone I care deeply about triggers this gift. But I can’t seem to call it forth without the intensity of those sensations and emotions—at least not yet.”

  “And you discovered this because you were sexually aroused with the Violet…and care deeply about her?”

  Sehra slid off his thighs and onto the ground next to him. “No, you ass,” she said, through gritted teeth. She looked into the fire as its flames stabbed into the darkness. “Yes, I was aroused,” she said, bringing her tone down a notch. “But each time I was, my thoughts connected with you.”

  He stood then, pulling her up easily.

  She stepped away. “No. I will not spend the rest of our days explaining or defending my relationships with others. You must understand, in your heart, that I am true. That I will not destroy your trust.”

  He lifted her up, steadying her against him as she wriggled to free herself. But the friction between their bodies only served to send heat spreading rapidly through her limbs.

  He set her down on the skins that had been set down for them. Sehra wondered briefly who had thought to create such a glorious bed for them, but Rawa covered her body with his and obliterated any further thoughts from her mind.

  “Rawa,” she began, leaning on one elbow and putting a hand against his chest. “You can’t just—”

  He pressed his lips against hers. “Shut up and come here,” he murmured, circling one arm around her waist and pulling down.

  Sehra felt his heart pound against her hand before she slid it to his muscled shoulder. His skin was a shade darker than hers and glowed orange from the light of the fire. Her breathing became ragged as he slipped a hard thigh between her legs, pressing it against the heat of her pussy.

  She caught her breath as her thoughts immediately reached out to him. All she could read was the raw heat of desire pumping throughout him. Everything he was feeling was on his face.

  His cock pressed against her thigh, warm and smooth—and hard as marble. He covered one of her breasts with a large, rough hand, rolling the aching, puckered bud between his thumb and forefinger.

  Sehra pulled her head up, pressing her mouth against his, probing deep and taking his tongue. She sucked on it, whimpering in the back of her throat as he continued his teasing of her nipples, taking his time with each in turn.

  She tore her mouth from his when a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention.

  Rawa turned to look in the direction Sehra was staring.

  “It is only Inuku,” he said, keeping his eyes on his companion while grinding his leg between her legs.

  He had sensed no danger, and so didn’t make any attempts to stop what they were doing. In that moment, he would have let the earth open up and swallow them both, but he would not have stopped making love to the hot, little cat underneath him.

  Shall we cover ourselves? Her question was in his head. This was going
to take some getting used to.

  “Let him watch,” Rawa said aloud, but not loud enough to be heard by anyone other than Sehra.

  He nibbled at her ear then down the side of her neck. But his movements were slower now as he allowed his senses to be more attuned to their audience.

  Rawa watched Inuku move quietly to his bed of skins and settle down. His friend propped himself up on one elbow and openly stared at the naked couple across from him. Rawa grinned inwardly. He knew no male in his right mind would turn his back on a sight like this. Sehra was small, golden-brown and tight. Her skin was smooth with a buttery sheen to it, and she was one striking Lith’han.

  Lith’hah were creatures who celebrated mating and sexuality. It was common during holy celebrations and Nights of Revelry for adults who wished for it to live out their wildest fantasies in a public field, at various stations set up just for that purpose. But Rawa could smell Sehra’s shyness. It stirred something in him. He knew she was not a virgin, but he also could sense that she hadn’t had extensive experience.

  I was waiting for you.

  A jolt shot through him as he looked into her eyes. The thought had been reluctant, uncertain.

  I’ve been with others, but you were always there—hovering over me, inside me, around me. I’ve always wanted only you, Rawa.

  Everything fell away then. The world, Inuku, what they would contend with when they arrived at her pride grounds. He moved down, sliding his hands her buttocks, and lifted her to his mouth.

  She drew in a sharp breath, plunging her hands into his hair and yanking fistfuls of it as he lapped at the folds of her pussy. Her thighs were slender and firm, and he inhaled her scent deep into his chest as she writhed against him.

  He could tell she was holding back. He sensed that she didn’t want to wake the sleeping Violets. But he didn’t care who saw or heard. She was his. Let them all watch as he claimed her again and again.

  I am not a prize…

  He heard her thought clearly, but it was clouded with heat and desire.

  Not a prize, he thought, knowing she would pick it up. You’re my mate, and this is what mates do.