by Dixon, Ruby
Torture. All of it is torture. The best kind of torture, but still torture.
Calida shifts her weight again, and then shudders hard. “You twitched.”
“I what?” I manage the words between gritted teeth.
“You twitched.” She presses her teats to my chest, the nipples grazing my skin, and I nearly lose control at that. “Do it again.”
“Do what again? I am trying not to move. I do not want to hurt you.”
“No, move—”
“But you said you needed a moment—”
She says something frustrated in angry in her strange tongue, then grabs a handful of my mane, pulling it. “Move, damn you.”
I hiss, the pain of her grip oddly adding to the intense moment, and snag her wrist in my hand. I pin it high over her head on the furs and thrust into her, unable to help myself. My body has a mind of its own and the moment I thrust deep, I freeze, waiting to see if I have hurt her.
Calida moans, her head tilting back. “Oh. My. Fuck.”
“What?”
She shivers, her teats shuddering. “Spur. God. Your spur. It’s incredible. I wasn’t sure at first but now…” A low moan escapes her. “Amazing.”
Does this mean I can mate her freely now? I move slowly, cautiously, watching her face. A look of bliss crosses her face and her eyes close, even as her mouth curls into a hint of a smile. Her hand twitches, still trapped in my grip, and then she puts her other hand next to it. “Pin me down,” she breathes. “I like it.”
She likes being held down under me? A low growl rises in my throat, and I pin both of her wrists in my hand, then pump into her, hard. She gasps, but her legs quiver around my hips, tighter than ever, and I thrust into her again. And again. Holding her wrists above her head adds another exciting element to our mating—is it because my Calida likes to fight and also likes to be conquered? I have no answers, but it does not matter. All that matters is that she is mine.
I thrust into her with deep stroke after deep stroke, her cunt taking everything I have with hot, wet ease. She feels better than I could have ever imagined, her soft body giving and responsive. My seed tightens in my sac, ready to fulfill resonance, but I pound away at my mate, determined to make this mating good for her. To make her come again. I increase my movements, stroking into her faster and harder, because every thrust makes her teats bounce in the most enticing way, and I barely notice that I put both hands on her wrists, pinning her down, until she moans hard and her cunt clenches around my cock.
The air hisses out from between my teeth, and then I claim my mate with everything I am. I pound into her, thrusting wildly, unable to stop what has been set in motion. My blood roars in my ears, nearly drowning out the sound of my khui—and Calida’s cries of pleasure.
My mate quakes under me again, and then gives a little cry. Her cunt spasms around me, gripping me tighter than ever, and I realize this is what it feels like when she comes around me.
And then I lose all control. I come, my body arching tight like a bowstring as I thrust into her again, filling her cunt with my seed. It rushes out of me like a flood, coming endlessly, and I cannot stop stroking into her as I come. It is only when the last drops of seed leave my body that I collapse atop my mate, utterly spent in all ways.
I have no words.
No thoughts.
No strength.
No breath.
No seed.
Just a soft, claimed mate under me, her thighs wet and trembling with my release. I kiss her mouth when the world rights itself and I realize where I am. “Did I hurt you?”
“Huh?” Calida blinks up at me, her expression as dazed as my own.
“With our mating? I did not harm you with my eagerness, did I?” I press another kiss to her mouth, then tease down her throat. I cannot seem to stop touching her, and my cock twitches in eager agreement deep inside her. I know from speaking with others that some resonances do not “take” right away and require many matings. When I was younger, I thought this was a terrible thing, that the male had perhaps not done something right.
Now I think that a resonance that does not take right away is a good thing, a thing to be celebrated. I will take any excuse to mate my female, any at all. Filling her with my seed often? That is a gift, not a problem.
“No, nothing hurts,” she whispers, and then shifts a little under my weight. “You’re heavy, though.”
I grin and slide my arms around her waist, then roll onto my back, carrying her with me. She makes a sound of protest when she realizes she is the one atop me now, and my cock leaves the warm grip of her body with the movement. “Is that better?”
She pushes her mane out of her eyes, her cheeks flushed as she looks down at me. Her teats bob enticingly as she sits up, drawing my interest. “You should have warned me about the spur.”
I frown at that. “Warned you? It does nothing.”
Calida snorts. “Does nothing. Hombre, that thing does everything.” She shivers again, and I can tell from her expression it is a good shiver. “The other girls mentioned it but I thought…well, no, I don’t think I could have imagined that.”
A slow smile curves my mouth. “So I could have enticed you into my furs sooner by using my spur? This is good to know.”
“Assault with a deadly weapon,” she says, then giggles at her joke. I do not understand it, but it sounds flattering if she is comparing my spur to a weapon.
“And you like to be held down under me,” I point out.
“Didn’t realize I was kinky until you did it.” She squirms atop my chest. “Then I realized how much I liked it.”
“So you did like it? I did well?”
Calida sits up, the slick heat of her cunt pressing against my cock in enticing ways. “Very well. I have no regrets.”
“Except that it is with me,” I point out.
She bites her lip and then gives me a shy look. “I’m not even sure I regret that.”
And my chest swells as if I have been given the greatest of gifts. This is everything I wanted when I stole her away. I wanted my mate, my companion, my female. I have her now, and she is everything I dreamed of…and more.
“I’m still going to drug you at some point,” she teases me. “Since you lied to me. I’m not a fan of that.”
I smile, but inside I am thinking of the other ways I lied to her. I pretended that I was incompetent on the ice. I pretended I would take her back to the village. I pretended I was lost. “No more lies,” I agree.
As she leans in to kiss me, I vow that this is the truth. No more lies between us. Not that I want to lie to her. I prefer the truth. But she can never know that I manipulated things to ensure she fell into my arms…because my mate can carry a grudge, and I never want to lose her again.
24
CALLIE
Fine. I admit it.
I’m…happy.
I roll over in the furs, reaching for M’tok’s tail as I do. A quick stroke of it never fails to wake him up, and usually when he wakes up, he wants cuddle time. Cuddle time quickly turns into ‘pleasure Callie’ time, which then swiftly becomes ‘fuck like bunnies’ time.
Man, I love mornings.
I snuggle a bit closer to M’tok’s big body as he pulls me closer, still dozing. His sleep patterns are all off now that we’re together. It used to be that he’d wake up early and prepare breakfast for me, but now…now he lingers in bed and sleeps even later than I do. I guess I’m wearing him out.
A satisfied smile curves my mouth at that thought, and I stroke his tail, trying to subtly rouse him.
It’s been a week since we resonated. I don’t know at what point our cooties stopped their angry purring and changed to something softer and more subtle. All I know is I’m still addicted to his touch, and I suspect it has less to do with resonance and more to do with M’tok as the days pass. We’re good in the furs together—great, actually—but more than that, our personalities are meshing. M’tok might be a little calculating, but it works well w
Hard to get mad about that.
It’s been a week since we gave in to resonance, and I haven’t had a single complaint. Every time we come together in bed—and we come together a lot—it feels like it’s better than the last. M’tok was good before, but he’s learning my body and what turns me on, and now it doesn’t take long before he’s making me crazy. His stamina has increased, too. My virgin mate has come a long way from the guy that had to jerk himself off before we touched so he could last.
Just thinking about sex makes me all achy deep inside, and I move a bit closer to him, rubbing my nipples against his bare chest and giving his tail another hand-job-like stroke.
“Female,” he murmurs, his hand sliding to my ass and squeezing it. “You are very impatient. Your hunter needs his sleep.”
I snort. “Excuse me. I didn’t realize I mated to a guy that would rather nap than fool around with his lady.”
His big hand rubs circles onto my butt, and then he parts my cheeks, sliding his fingers between my thighs until he finds my core and pushes into me. “I did not say that.”
I clutch his tail tightly, lifting one foot and resting it on his thigh so he can use his fingers on me. “So you don’t want me to wake you up by touching you?”
“I did not say that, either.” He pushes one big finger deep inside me, stroking it and then curling slightly so he can brush against the sensitive spot inside me we found the other night. Now that he knows what a G-spot is? He’s obsessed and I swear he just likes to make me fall to pieces.
I’m good with that, myself. I’ve never come so hard or so fast or so often than this last week. M’tok is by far the best lover I’ve ever had, and the spur and tongue ridges are just bonuses on top of bonuses. He works my pussy with his fingers, his thumb stroking over my clit as he does, and I’m clinging to him, mewing like a pathetic creature as he makes me come so hard that I see stars.
We kiss, and then his fingers slide from my heat and he pushes me onto my back, and then he fucks me until I come ridiculously hard all over again.
When I’m boneless and sated from two mind-blowing orgasms, he kisses me, tucks the blankets around me, and then pads to the hot water trickle at the back of the cave to clean up. He returns with hot water in the carved tea cup, and stokes the fire while I lazily watch him get to work. It’s a pleasure to watch his big body go through the motions, and after a few weeks of living with M’tok, I know his routine. I know his actions.
And I know when something’s wrong when he stiffens, just for a moment, and then goes back to work, sprinkling a few of the dried tea leaves into the cup.
“What is it?” I ask.
“We are almost out of tea.” He glances over his shoulder at me. “Do not worry. I can go hunt more leaves for you.”
“In that?” I gesture at the front cave, where even now, I can hear the wind howling. The weather’s dreadful more days than not, and it definitely makes me realize the term “brutal season” isn’t a misnomer. It’s brutal, all right. “I don’t want you to go out at all. We can skip tea.”
“We are low on other things as well,” he says, voice even. He moves back toward the bed, carefully handing me the cup and watching with interest as the blankets slide down when I sit up. He loves my cleavage, and so I have a lot of “accidents” to flash him.
I’m shameless like that.
“Low on what? We have water, right? So…food?” I sip the tea, noticing it’s weak again today. It was weak yesterday, too, but I didn’t realize it was because he was rationing it for me. Turns out I’ve been in a honeymoon fog and haven’t paid a lick of attention to our supplies.
“We have dried fish—”
I grimace.
“—and not much of that.” M’tok reaches forward, tugging at a lock of my hair and wrapping it around his finger. He loves to touch me constantly. Obsessed with it, really. “And we are low on fuel.”
“Oh.” I think about that. Of all the things we’re low on, fuel is the most important. Being hungry sucks, but we can get more fish from the lake nearby. All the mountain goats are gone, though. They haven’t come back in days and days, and that means there’s no dung, either. We might be able to go without a bit of food for a few days, but no fuel will make us completely miserable and there’s no sign that this weather is letting up. “I guess the world is telling us to head back to the village, huh? That we can’t stay up here forever?”
He studies me, his hard face surprisingly attractive. When did I start to like angry brows and a hard mouth? Because now they’re totally a turn on. “I did make you a fine hut back on the beach.”
“I’m sure it’s the most well-organized hut ever,” I murmur, taking another sip of my tea. “So I’ll stay there and you’ll move in with S’bren?”
M’tok scowls, as if the very thought is utterly insulting to him. “You do not want me as your mate, after all this?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” I keep my voice light and airy. Does he not realize I’m teasing? “I don’t hate you as much now, but…I’m a little worried.”
“Why?” His eyes flash with irritation.
“I just think you’ll see all that leather back at camp and get turned on. Forget all about me and then I’ll find you sticking your dick into one of the tents—”
He growls low in his throat and snatches the tea cup from my hands, then tackles me to the furs.
I squeal in mock-protest as he grabs my wrists and holds them over my head. “You think I would mate with a tent when I have this?” M’tok slides a hand between my thighs, cupping my pussy.
I gasp, squirming against him, but I can’t stop smiling. “I don’t know. You island guys were lonely for a real long time. I’m just saying—”
M’tok growls again and then he’s kissing me. I moan, aroused. I love it when he pins my hands down. Not that I have to have it to get fired up, but it just adds a little bit of spice to our play and I love spice.
I love being with him, too. I love that when I play, he plays back. Even now, he pretends to be angry with me, glaring down at my disobedient expression. “You are a cruel mate to a hunter such as me.”
“The cruelest.” I bite lightly at his lower lip between kisses.
“I should be cruel back to you,” he says, and his hand between my legs moves over my folds. “Perhaps I should tease you here and not give you any relief until you beg me.”
Oh shit. Now I’m getting even more aroused. I squirm hard under him. “You’d better not.”
“My pretty mate, I can do whatever I like to you. Your human arms are too puny to even break my grip.” And he gives me that arrogant look that used to piss me off and turns me on so much now.
I push against the hand he has over my wrists and he’s right. There’s no breaking free. Instead of making me upset, though, I just moan and slide my thighs apart, welcoming his other hand as he fingers me.
“Such a distraction,” he murmurs, kissing and nipping at my chin. “Before we play in the furs a bit more, I must know. Should we stay for longer and eat fish? Or should we find our way back to the village?”
I pause, looking him in the eye. I’m honestly not sure. Part of me is reluctant to leave this happy little nest we’ve got set up, but I also don’t want to starve to death and we don’t know how long the season’s going to last. M’tok’s not used to the snows, just like me. “What do you want to do?”
He shrugs. “Stay or go, as long as I am with you, I do not care.”
That makes me melt. I beam up at him, then impulsively kiss his hard mouth. “Then maybe we stay here. I can eat some fish for a few days in a row. If you think it’s unsafe, we’ll go back.” I wiggle my hips under his hand enticingly. “I’m in no hurry.”
M’tok’s eyes are fierce as he gazes down at me. “Neither am I.”
25
M’TOK
It is night when I wake up for no reason. I run a hand over my face, touching my mate’s body as she lies asleep next to me. Her bottom is pressed against my groin and while that feels good, it is not why I woke up. I lie in the darkness, quiet, waiting for the reason to show itself.
From the front of the cave, there is a snuffling noise, and the sound of rustling. I catch a whiff of animal stink, of wet fur and dirt.
Ah.
The hairy “goat” creatures, as Calida calls them. If that is the case, then our food supply problems are solved. Her soft heart will not like that I will kill one for food, but she knows we need the meat. As quietly as I can, I ease out of the furs and get my spear from its spot on the cave wall.
“What is it?” Calida sits up in the furs, watching me.
I bend down next to her and put a finger to her lips. “I hear the goats in the next cave,” I whisper. “I am going to hunt one for our food.”
She wrinkles her nose and whispers back. “Is that what smells like wet dog?”
I nod absently, then creep toward the distant entrance. I cannot yet see what is out at the front due to the bend in the cave itself, but that means the skittish goats also cannot see me. There is a rustle of furs behind me and then Calida’s small hand touches my back.
“I’m coming with you,” she whispers.
I am not surprised. Calida is fierce when she needs to be, and unafraid. Even so, it makes me smile. “I can handle a goat or two,” I reassure her.
“I know. But I’m coming anyhow.” And she gives my bare back a little pat.
We creep forward, our steps quiet. I slow my movements so I do not outpace my mate’s short legs. She moves as silently as I do, and the creatures continue to make their noises, oblivious to our approach.
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