by Ruby Dixon
“You think too much, my mate,” he murmurs, reaching out to caress one of my breasts as I straddle his stomach, my head full of worries.
“I just…if you don’t like it, we’ll try something else, okay?”
“Not like it?” He looks at me as if I’m crazy. When he sees the worry in my face though, he nods. “If I am not happy, I will let you know.”
“Okay.” I take a steeling breath, and then lean forward, lifting my hips. The movement presses my breasts almost into his face, but I’m not exactly sure how to, well, how to mount. “How do we want to do this?”
“Take my horns.”
I do.
“Hold on, my mate,” he murmurs in a husky voice, and that’s the only warning I get before his hands go to my thighs and then he’s lifting me straight up onto his face.
I gasp, because he’s stronger than any human guy I know, and wow, there’s no time to adjust before my pussy is right over his damn mouth. I cling to his horns. My knees make it to the floor and then I’m braced on them and his horns, and it’s a bit like riding a horse, except…his mouth is the saddle.
Salukh groans and I tense.
“The scent of you is overwhelming like this,” he says thickly.
“Is…is that good?” Shit, I hope it’s good.
“It is…beyond words.” And then he nuzzles at my folds, his tongue dragging over my sensitive flesh.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus, that felt incredible. I shudder, because I just felt every single ridge on his tongue go over my pussy. I’m getting wetter by the minute, and it doesn’t matter how open and vulnerable this position is, because I want that to happen again.
Like, yesterday.
I get my wish. He pushes my folds apart with his seeking lips, and then his tongue drags all the way down my pussy, from core to clit. “Tastes so good,” he breathes, and I have to cling to his horns as he starts to lick me slowly up and down, over and over. A soft whimper escapes my throat, because this is the most delicious kind of torture. His hands caress my booty as he licks me, exploring my folds with his tongue. And did I think his tongue felt good in my mouth? It’s nothing compared to how it feels on my pussy.
“I think I shall demand to taste your sweet cunt daily, my mate,” he tells me between licks. “I shall wake you every morning with my face between your thighs and my tongue deep inside you.”
I shudder against him, crying out because he punctuates that thought by dragging his tongue against my core, and then dipping the tip of it inside me.
“So good,” he murmurs. “All the other hunters shall be jealous of the noises my mate makes as I pleasure her. They will wonder why I am so silent, and do you know why it will be so?”
Oh God, oh God. “W-why?” My hands clench his horns tight, and I’m doing my best not to jerk my hips or move in any way, because I want him to keep doing those magic things with his mouth.
“It is because my mouth will be full of you. My tongue will be inside your cunt, fucking you, and my hands will be full of your thighs and your sweet bottom. And I will not stop until I have tasted every drop of your sweet cream.”
Then he pushes his tongue deep inside me again and I moan, my body shuddering. It feels incredible. I’m so close to coming, to grinding my pussy down on his face, but I need more. “My clit,” I pant. “Please.”
“You are so wet,” he says, and I can feel the words against my folds. I hold onto his horns tight as he nuzzles his way up my folds and finds my clit, then begins to tease it with his tongue. “I love your taste.”
I love his mouth there, so that makes both of us very happy. My fingers curl tight around his horns – and really, they’re in the perfect spot for me to hold onto, and my hips move, just a little, as he sucks on my clit. “Oh, right there,” I breathe. That’s the ticket.
He does it again and another whimper escapes my throat. He continues to work my clit, his fingers digging into my bottom, holding me against him. I can’t help but move with him, until I’m grinding down against his tongue, forcing those ridges to drag hard against my flesh. I’m so close to coming—
And then I’m there, and stars explode behind my eyes. I cry out, and I feel my pussy clench in response, feel him lapping up the new wetness that coats my folds, and he’s murmuring something that I’m too dazed and lust-drugged to understand. I collapse forward then roll off of him onto the floor, utterly spent.
Lord have mercy, but that was incredible.
He’s there a moment later, moving to my side and pulling me against him. I moan as his big warm body moves against mine, because even though I just came, everything feels ultra-sensitive. My pulse is pounding hard in my veins and I’m at the in-between stage of feeling loose and good and wanting more. It seems I’m always, always wanting more of this man.
His mouth moves to my shoulder and he begins to kiss it softly. He begins to kiss every inch of skin he can reach, going to my neck, down to my breasts, and then kissing my stomach. I feel caressed and loved, and utterly beautiful in his arms.
I gently tug on him, pulling his body over mine. When he moves over me, I hook one leg around his hip, spreading my legs underneath him. He pushes his body down against mine until our hips are joined, and his cock rests against my pussy. The weight of him over me is enormous, but he’s bracing himself with one muscled arm and I love the feel of his body over mine. It makes me feel tiny and fragile, and utterly possessed by him.
He leans in to kiss me, his mouth moving lightly against mine. “If you want to stop now, we can.”
I smile up at him. “There’s no chance of that happening. I’m claiming you as my mate. I want you inside me.”
Salukh gives me an intense kiss in response, his teeth lightly scoring my lower lip. He lifts his head and closes his eyes for a moment, as if steeling himself, and then looks at me. “Shall I…possess you now?”
I bite my lip and nod up at him. I want this. I want him. I touch his cheek, full of love for this tender but possessive man. He’s so perfect for me. I spread my legs wider as he reaches down between us and settles his cock at the entrance to my body. My blood is pounding in my veins and I’m filled with a wild sort of eagerness that surprises me. It feels like…like something big is about to happen. Like I’m about to orgasm again.
Which is silly, because he hasn’t even penetrated me. I’m just excited that we’re finally going to be together, I decide. I stroke at his gorgeous, thick hair and move my hands over his muscles, just pleased with being able to touch him and play with this big, glorious body of his.
I feel him fit the head of his cock against me, and then give a gentle push. The moment he does, my heart starts to pound a little harder. And harder still, even as I gasp at the feeling of him entering me. He’s going slow, but that doesn’t disguise the fact that he’s not equipped like a human guy, and everything about him is enormous. I feel stretched full, my body tight as he inches into me, and the blood is pounding so hard in my veins that I feel like I’m going to explode.
Then his eyes meet mine, and I realize…I’m not the only one with a pounding heart. I can hear his. It’s pounding so loud and so quickly that—
It’s not pounding. He’s purring. I’m purring too.
We’re resonating.
I gasp and put a hand to his chest, over his heart. “Salukh!”
“I feel it,” he grits out. “I knew. I have always known you were mine, Tee-fah-nee.”
A happy sob escapes my throat, and I fling my arms around his neck. “You did! You did, and I should have listened. Oh, I love you so much.”
His lips brush over mine. “This changes nothing. You were mine before resonance, and you are yet mine.”
“I am,” I choke out, tears sliding down my cheeks. “I’m all yours.” I arch my back. “Take what is yours.”
In response, my mate’s body stiffens over mine.
“What? What is it?”
His forehead presses against mine and he closes his eyes. “I need a moment. The res
onance…”
I understand. The resonance – while amazing and totally welcome – is making it hard for him to keep control. He is a virgin, after all, and this is his first time. The fact that the resonance is ratcheting things up? No wonder he’s struggling for control. I smooth a hand down his side, touching him because I can’t seem to help myself. I’d probably die if I stopped touching him in this moment. I can wait.
Right here, right now, I feel complete. My mate is buried deep inside me, my breast is resonating to him, and the world feels full of wonder and opportunity.
Salukh thrusts into me shallowly, then freezes again. “I…do not know,” he begins, and then groans. “You…but—“
“You’re fine,” I murmur, stroking a hand over his cheek, his brow, down his hair. God, I just want to keep touching him everywhere. “We can go fast. We have all the time in the world for more.”
Even as I say the words, it strikes me with wonder. We do have all the time in the world. We absolutely, positively belong to each other now. Our khuis have paired us and there’s no chance that another person can ever come between us. I could laugh for the sheer joy of it.
“I do not wish to frighten you, Tee-fah-nee,” Salukh grits out. “But…if I move, I do not believe I can move slow.” His brow is dotted with sweat, and strain shows in his face. The cords of his neck stand out, as if it’s taking everything he has not to just go buck wild on me.
But…I’m down for buck wild.
“Salukh?” I whisper. “Lean in for me?”
He does.
I knot my hand in his hair and bite at his jaw, then run my tongue along the mark.
He growls low in his throat, the sound nearly lost with the steady thrum of our resonance. A moment later, he bares his teeth in a snarl, the look in his eyes wild.
And he pounds into me with a quick, brutal stroke.
I gasp. A million sensations rocket through me – the ridges of his cock dragging against my inner walls, the push of his spur against my clit, the feeling of his penetration – it’s all incredible. I still know I’m safe, and it’s a little shocking – and exciting – to see my self-contained Salukh lose his cool. I put my hands on his hips and dig my nails in. “That’s it, baby. Lose control for me.”
He snarls again, and begins a rapid, rough rhythm of thrusts. He’s moving so quickly that I can’t lift my hips fast enough to match his movements. His spur teases my clit constantly as he hammers into me, and he’s pumping so hard that the furs are bunching up under us. Not that it matters one bit to me – the way he’s moving against me feels incredible. My mouth hangs open in a permanent whimper, and I’m unable to form a coherent thought. There’s too much pleasure in my body, and it is only moments before I cry out and my pussy clenches around his cock, my body tightening with my orgasm.
“Mine,” he grits out between his teeth. “My woman. My mate.” His thrusts become rougher, harder, and I moan as another orgasm sweeps through me. “Mine.”
Then I feel it – a hot, liquid splash inside me, and I know he’s coming. His body shudders over mine even as he pumps into me. I cling to him as he comes, my body still surging wildly with my own orgasm. When he collapses on top of me, I moan with relief. If he’d kept pumping, I have no doubt I’d have kept coming, over and over and over.
Sweaty, suede-like blue skin sticks to mine, and his long hair is tangled in my face. I could care less, though. I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation of his chest purring against mine. It feels so…intimate. Even more than sex. It’s like our khuis are declaring their love for one another.
Salukh lifts his head and gazes down at me, then begins to press small, hot little kisses to my face. “I am glad,” he murmurs.
“Glad?” I ask, gazing up into his wonderful face. “About what?”
“Glad that my khui has finally listened to my entreaties.” He gives me a wry grin. “I have been pleading with it for many moons now to claim you as my mate. It has been silent until now.”
I smile shyly up at him. Has he been in love with me for that long? “I think I had to come to terms with things first.” The moment I say it, I realize I’m right. I don’t have an IUD like Josie, and I wasn’t on the pill like Megan, who resonated to her mate a few months after we landed. There was no reason physically for me to not immediately mate to someone.
It was all mental. Maybe my khui knew that, and knew I needed time to come to terms with life here. That I needed to be okay with a man touching me before I could ever move forward.
Maybe it knew that I needed Salukh.
Smart khui, I tell it. You’re the best.
Chapter Seventeen
TIFFANY
For the next four days, we barely leave our furs. We eat, we hydrate, we wash the sweat off our bodies with a few handfuls of snow, and then we crawl back into bed and make out like teenagers. Really, really dirty teenagers.
I love it. I love every moment I have with Salukh. He’s insatiable in bed and adventurous to boot. There’s nothing too kinky or weird for him, and we try out all the positions I can think of and one or two that he comes up with. Also? The man loves to eat pussy. I’ve woken up several times to find him between my legs, determined to bring me to orgasm to start the day.
How could I possibly complain about that?
Resonance is a big part of why we’re insatiable – the purring between our bodies is non-stop, and I suspect we’ll be horny as fools until he plants a baby inside me. I can already tell a few differences in sex – the moment I hear him purring, I get wet. Doesn’t matter if we just had sex, it’s an instant panty-dampener. Well, if I had panties. As for Salukh? He’s no longer shooting blanks. Now when he comes, it’s milky and thick instead of more fluid like before. I can only guess that it’s full of a lot of swimmers doing their best to make their way to my end-zone. I’m fine with that. I’ve started to dream about babies that have Salukh’s horns and my wild, kinky curls. It’d be the cutest darn baby ever.
Even after the initial resonance craziness wears off and we no longer feel the intense need to bone each other’s brains out, we don’t do much exploring. I’m not interested in a lot of what the ship holds; to me, it’s all sad, broken stuff. I’m not like Harlow, constantly trying to think of inventions. I’m more of a crafts girl. And it’s clear to me that Salukh doesn’t trust any of the old ship stuff, so we stick to our main fire.
After a week or so, the fuel for the fire pit runs low, and so does the food. We snuggle for a day or two under the covers with no fire before Salukh decides that it’s time to venture out into the snow and do a little hunting. I offer to go with him, but he refuses. My ankle’s doing better now, no longer as swollen, and he wants me to stay off of it for a little longer. So I pass a lonely day pouting by the cold fire pit, swathed in blankets, and do some napping. The day is long and really damn lonely without my mate at my side.
When Salukh returns with a frozen dvisti carcass and a bag full of fire-fuel, I shower him with kisses and groping until he forgets all about food or fire and makes love to me. After we eat and build a fire, we snuggle in the furs, naked. My fingers are interlaced with his larger ones, and he keeps kissing my shoulder, no doubt ready for another round in the sack.
He surprises me with his words, though. “Do you miss home? Your home before here?”
I look over at him. “Why do you ask?”
He presses another kiss to my shoulder and then lightly licks my skin. “Because I imagine you in a place like this.” He gestures at the old ship. “And it makes me wonder how you can ever be happy living in a cave.”
I smile and pull his hand to my breast so he can play with my nipple. “My home wasn’t like this.”
“No?”
“Nope. I grew up on a farm. We had chickens and cows and even had a little garden. It was a lot of work.”
“Did you have a mate? A family?”
“I had an aunt. My mother’s older sister,” I explain, because I realize there’s no word in t
heir language for ‘aunt’. “Both of my parents were soldiers and they died overseas. My father died in a transport accident, and my mother from friendly fire.” I used to think I was the unluckiest kid ever to lose both parents in the same war. “My aunt was older than my mother by about fifteen years but I didn’t have anywhere else to go, so she took me in. If I wanted to earn my keep, I had to work, she said, so I did. I woke up every morning and fed the chickens, collected eggs, then I went to the barn and baled hay, fed the cattle, milked, let them out to the pasture, and then I went to school. Came home and did more chores, cleaned up around the house, and went to bed. When I graduated high school, I went to cosmetology classes for a bit, but I had to drop them because they were expensive.” My aunt wasn’t giving me money to help, and between my farm chores and the classes, I barely had time to hold down a job. “It was…tough sometimes.”
“And that is why you are always working? Because you feel you must?”
I blink at the fire, surprised at his words. “I’ve never thought of it that way, but I guess you’re right. My parents loved me, but my aunt didn’t know what to do with me. She made it clear that I needed to earn my place if I wanted to stay.” I’d never felt loved by my aunt, just felt like a frustrating sort of obligation or maybe even more like a farmhand that she couldn’t get rid of. Add to the fact that I’d had diabetes pre-khui and I felt like a never-ending problem for her. I never felt like family. I’d carried that feeling over onto the ice planet, where I kept myself busy with tanning and farming and trying to come up with ways to show that I could pull my weight. Some of it was the fact that I just couldn’t sit around idle, and some of it was insecurity.
Huh.
He nibbles on my shoulder and then kisses his way up my neck. “And now? Now you will become fat and lazy and have your mate bring you foods?”