by Ruby Dixon
I repeat her name in my mind a few more times and then squeeze an eye open, daring a glance at my hand. There is nothing to be seen but blue skin. No blood. I emit a deep sigh of relief, and the sick feeling goes away. “I think I have survived.”
“Survived your finger prick? My champion.” There’s a dry, teasing note in her voice, and she caresses my cheek. “Seriously though, you did amazingly well. Now we just need to practice that daily.”
Daily? It sounds miserable. “Will you promise to sit in my lap each and every time?”
She giggles. “Of course.”
Her high, sweet laughter makes me feel good. It eases some of the shakiness remaining in my body and makes me relax. “I know it is a foolish fear—”
“We all have foolish fears,” she interrupts. “I don’t like spiders. Some people don’t like heights.”
“Pashov’s mate does not,” I say absently. Now that there is no danger of blood, I am far more interested in the fact that her warm, rounded bottom is perched on my thigh. Of the hand that touched my face and now rests upon my chest. I am not interested in thinking about Pashov’s mate, or fears. I am interested in Kate’s touch and how close she leans to me. I keep my grip on her hip and stroke my thumb over her leathers, wishing it was her skin instead.
Her gaze locks on my face, and she gives me a fascinated look. “Are you petting my ass?”
“Perhaps.” When she doesn’t get up or slap my hand away, I ask, “Should I stop?”
Kate hesitates and then shakes her head. “No.” She leans in and very slowly and gently presses her mouth to mine.
I groan with need. She is the one who is initiating more. It is what I have wanted and waited for for so long. I kiss her back, my tongue mating with hers, sweeping into the hot well of her mouth like I want to do to her cunt. “I would pet all of you,” I tell her between searing kisses. “My lips, my hands—no part of your body would go unexplored.”
She shivers against me, and her hands rest on my shoulders. Her fingers curl against my skin, and she presses her lips to mine again. “I guess I should work on my shyness, then, since you did so well with your fear.”
I need to hear no more. I scoop my female into my arms and half-drag, half-carry her over to the furs. My foot gets caught in the blankets, and we end up tumbling to the ground, and I barely manage to avoid crushing her with my weight. Her little scream of alarm is followed by laughter. “I can walk, you know.”
“I am far too eager to touch you to wait for such things,” I tell her playfully. “And I like how this has ended up.” She is now on the ground underneath me, her long limbs sprawled in the furs.
“Just don’t break your other leg,” Kate teases, sliding her hand up my arm. “I’ve about reached the limits of my nursing.”
“I would rather have two working legs,” I reassure her. “Because I need my knees so I can spend all of my time licking between your thighs.”
She sucks in a breath and squeezes her legs together. “Sometimes you’re so damn forward.”
“Is this a bad thing?” I lean over her and nip at the line of her jaw. So fascinatingly delicate, these humans.
“Just…takes some getting used to for me.”
“Because you are shy?” I kiss along her cheekbone. Her scent is so lovely. Her little nod just makes my heart swell. “I am pleased you are trying hard. And…I am going to enjoy the trying very much.” I grin at her.
“Well, I hope I do, too,” she retorts, then blushes bright.
“Shall I continue to kiss you? Or are you wishing to go slower?” I do not know what will be slower than kissing, but I am willing to change what I am doing if it bothers her.
“I’ll tell you if we should stop.” Her hand smooths down my chest again, the look on her face fascinated.
I realize I am nearly naked and she is fully clothed, and she cannot resist touching me over and over again. “Would you like to explore me?”
“Explore you?” Her eyes go wide.
“Indeed. It is clear that there are differences in my body than what you expect. Would you like to touch me and learn for yourself?” I lie back in the furs and put my arms over my head. “I will not do a thing.”
She stares at me. Her face is flushed bright, but she looks interested. “I don’t know.”
“Where is the brave Kate who challenges me so fiercely?” I dare her. “Is she scared of a cock and spur?”
“You’re just saying that because you want my hands on your junk,” she mutters, but she sits up and gazes down at me with defiance. “What if I decide I don’t like touching you?”
“I will mourn the death of our pleasure-mating,” I say, grinning. She will like touching me. I know it.
“No, I mean, what if…what if I stop and you’re not done?”
I frown. “Is this another human phrase I do not understand?”
“I don’t know.” She wrings her hands. “Human guys have certain expectations. Like if I start touching you, you need to come. And if I don’t finish what I start when I touch you, then I’m the problem.”
I sit up in the furs, no longer amused. “You think I would force you to touch my cock? That I would be angry if you stopped?”
She bites her lip and looks uncertain. “I’m not saying you would, I just…want to be clear, you know?”
“Then let me be very clear.” I take her hand in mine and press it to my heart. “If you do not want to do more than touch my cheek, I will take that and be grateful for your touch.”
“You’re sure?”
“I am most certain.” Human males sound rather terrible. Strange how their females can be so wonderful and the males so brutal. Perhaps they have so many females around that they do not realize what a gift they are.
It is their loss.
Kate gives me another nervous look. “All right. If I touch something you don’t like, let me know, okay?”
“I cannot imagine a touch that I would not like.”
“What if…I stick my finger up your butt?”
I stare at her. Truly? I have to admit, “Perhaps…I would not like that.”
She breaks into peals of laughter, clutching her sides and falling over in the furs. “You should have seen your face.”
She is so adorable in her laughter that I cannot help but join in. I grab her and pull her into my arms, grinning as she squeals. “Do you prank me, pretty Kate? Because I am willing to try if it is something you enjoy.” When she only laughs harder, shaking her head, I tickle her sides. “Clever, clever Kate.”
“Stop!” She wriggles, laughing and trying to get away from my hands. “It’s what you deserve after giving me shit all the time!”
I think she refers to my teasing. I run my fingers up and down her sides, enjoying her squeals. “I would give you everything, pretty Kate. Not just my shit.”
She only howls with more laughter, pushing at my hands. “Stop,” she pants, giggling. “It’s too much. You’re killing me.”
I chuckle but let my hands fall away so she can catch her breath. Her laughter fills the cave, warm and lovely, and then she sits up, her face flushed, her unusual mane nearly free from its braid.
And she looks…aroused. My body instantly responds, my cock surging to life. It takes everything I have not to grab her and drag her back into my arms. I want to touch her again more than anything. And even though it is difficult, I wait.
Her breath catches, and she sits up, moving a little closer to me. Her hands go to my chest, and she presses them there lightly. “I think I’m going to touch you now,” she whispers.
“I welcome it.”
Kate’s hands go to my jaw, and she presses them lightly on both sides, gazing into my eyes. It is as if she is gathering her courage. She takes a deep breath, gives me a tiny, heartbreaking smile, and then concentrates on exploring me. Her expression turns serious as her hands move along my face, over my cheekbones and brow, and then my ear. She runs her fingers along the curve of one horn, stretching her
body to trace its length. Her movements push her teats close to my face, but I close my eyes, unwilling to grab her.
“You got quiet,” she whispers.
“I do not wish to interrupt.”
“So why me?” she asks as her hands go to my shoulders again and then explore the hard plates along my lower arm. “Why not Summer? She’s pretty. Or Brooke. She’s got big boobs and she’s really nice. Why me when there are more attractive girls?”
“Because I like you,” I say simply, opening my eyes to watch her.
The answer does not satisfy her. “Because I’m tall?”
“Because you are you. Because you get angry when I tease. Because when I challenge you, you get this determined look on your face, as if you want to prove me wrong. Because you make me smile and laugh, and you have a good heart.”
“I’m not sure about the good heart thing—”
“It is true,” I reassure her. “No one else would help me conquer my fear of blood so sweetly.” She gives a little snort, and I grin. “And you have lovely, long, strong legs.”
“So much flattery.” But she sounds pleased.
“Indeed. I would fill your ears with it nightly if you were my pleasure-mate. I would tell you all about the pale cloud of your mane and how I think of you every time I see the sky. I would speak of your soft skin and your pretty smile. I would tell you all about how your rich scent makes my cock hard and how tasting you between your legs is the best thing I have ever experienced.”
She looks shaken. “You haven’t tasted me yet.”
“I know already. Mating your mouth with my tongue was incredible. How can mating your cunt with my tongue be any less so?”
Kate gives a little moan, and her hands move to my chest. Her fingers spread, and then she strokes them over my flat teats and their hard nipples. “Oh wow. These are…different than human ones.”
Her touch is ticklish, and I do my best to remain still. “How so?”
“Mine are…softer.” Her face goes red. “Yours are very hard.” She slides her fingers over them again, and then she looks up at me. “Do they feel good?”
“All of your touches feel good, pretty Kate.”
She gives a little laugh. “Well, if that doesn’t feel any better than any other touch, I guess I need to keep exploring.”
I do not mind this. I wait patiently with my hands on my thighs as she traces the muscles in my stomach. Her hands are edging closer to my loincloth, and I want her to rip it off and exclaim at my cock and its hard length. Or she could just touch it. That would make me happy as well. I am easy to please.
Her hand glides over my stomach again and she circles my navel with her fingertips. “Man, you have a really hard stomach. I can see all your muscles.”
“Is this pleasing?” Perhaps she comments because humans do not appreciate that, though the other males in the tribe have never indicated otherwise.
“Oh yeah,” Kate breathes. “I like it.”
I like her touch there. My cock aches, so close she could just reach down and caress it through the leather of my loincloth. It would take nothing for me to thrust my hips and force it into her hands, but I will not. I begin to sweat with the effort of remaining still as her hands caress my sides and then move to squeeze one of my arms, and she exclaims over their size and strength. Was any male ever so cruelly—and wonderfully—tortured?
Then she leans in and brushes her lips over my shoulder, and I have entirely new things to fantasize about. I groan low in my throat, because her skin brushes against mine and her mane is so close I can bury my face in it. I inhale deeply. “I love your scent.”
As if this is a challenge, Kate leans in and sniffs me. “I like yours, too. You smell like…outdoors and sweat. It’s actually really nice.” Her fingers trace a thick vein in my forearm. “I like almost everything about you.”
“Almost everything?”
She grins. “I’m sure there are some annoying things I’m missing.”
“Never. I am the most charming of hunters.”
“Your modesty, then. That’s what’s missing.”
I grin, because she is not wrong. “I shall work on that to please you.”
“Don’t change a thing. Your cockiness makes me smile.” She tilts her head. “Well, and roll my eyes, but it’s fun.” She reaches up and plays with a strand of my mane, rubbing it between her fingers. “This feels different, too. Your hair feels thicker. Bigger. Not as soft.” She strokes a hand down my arm again. “Not like your skin.”
I groan again at her light touch. “I am not soft in many places.”
“Yes, you are. Everywhere there’s blue.” Her fingers skim over my chest. “You’re like velvet covering steel, though that sounds corny. But it’s true. I can’t stop touching you.” And Kate touches my stomach once more.
“I do not wish for you to stop,” I tell her in a husky voice. “Would you like for me to lie down again?”
Kate licks her lips, looking nervous. “I…I’m not sure.” She closes her eyes and then gives herself a little shake. “Actually, you know what? Screw it. Yes, lie down so I can keep touching you.” Her face is bright red, her eyes shiny.
“My brave mate,” I tell her, proud. I lie back and then offer, “Shall I undress for you?”
“No!” Her voice rises in a squeak. Then she clears her throat. “No, I can do it. I should do it.” Her gaze goes to my lap, and the bulge of my cock in my loincloth. “I will do it.”
“I am yours, then.” I put my hands behind my head, avoiding my horns. I try to remain still, but my tail is flicking wildly on the blankets next to my leg. I wonder if she will stroke it next…
It is as if my wishes are answered. Her gaze goes to it, and then she looks over at me, full of curiosity. “Is it okay if I touch your tail?”
“All of me belongs to you,” I tell her. “But if you are asking if it is sensitive, the answer is yes.”
Her brows rise, and she looks fascinated. She licks those pink lips of hers, and my cock aches all the more. “I’m going to touch it, then. Just a warning.”
“No warning needed.” Though I am amused that she feels it necessary to caution me.
Kate scoots a little closer and then lightly runs a finger down the length of my tail, then looks up at me to see my reaction. I shudder slightly, because the tail is sensitive, especially at the tufted tip. “What’s it feel like?”
“What do you mean?” I shrug. “It feels good.”
“Like ticklish good or nipples good?” Her cheeks go red again. “Or licking things good?”
I picture all three of those and have to fight for control. “Ticklish,” I decide. “Not nipples.”
“Not your nipples, mine.”
Now I am the one that is fascinated. “Tell me more.”
She bites her lip and gives me a shy look, squirming a bit. “I shouldn’t have said that, should I? But since I did…well, a woman—a human woman, anyhow—has very sensitive nipples. When they’re licked and touched, you feel it…all over.” Her hands stray to the front of her tunic, and then she grips it, hands flexing. “It’s a really good feeling.”
“Another male has done this to you?” I cannot help the surge of jealousy that rushes through me.
“What? No. That’s what happens when I do it to myself. Annnnd now we’re getting into super-uncomfortable territory, so I’m going to go back to touching you.” She avoids looking at me and strokes my tail again.
I am fascinated. She speaks of touching herself. I want to know what other parts she touches to pleasure herself—but then she pets the tip of my tail, and my entire body clenches, my cock jerking. “Unh!”
Her hands fly back. “Did that hurt?”
I nearly spilled in my loincloth. I grip my cock, willing my body to calm down. “No,” I respond thickly. “Felt good. Too good.”
“Oh. Do you…need a moment?” At my nod, she clasps her hands in her lap.
“Tell me more about you touching yourself.”
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“What?” Her mouth forms that pink circle again.
If I cannot have her touch at every moment, I want her to share more with me. Tell me about pleasuring herself and what she likes. Mostly I just want to hear her lovely voice as she describes touching herself.
I close my eyes, tightly gripping my cock in an effort to squeeze myself back to normalcy. I need a moment to breathe, to compose myself…and then I will let her touch me again. She’s utterly silent, though, and when I have myself under control, I glance over. “You do not wish to say?”
“To talk about masturbating?” She licks her lips then gives a little shake of her head. “I-I don’t think I can.”
Her shyness is too great? “Shall I tell you about how I touch myself?” When she makes another strangled little sound, I chuckle. She is not there yet. That is all right. It will save something for the future. For now, I am content to let her touch me. I will just imagine the rest.
I take her hand and place it on my stomach again.
“All better?” she asks.
I grunt. I do not know if “better” is the right word. Better would mean her hands on my cock, stroking me until I come, my fingers buried deep in her cunt as she squeezes around me.
Her hand strokes my belly, almost petting my skin, and then she moves forward, nudging closer until she’s practically straddling my thigh. Her teats rest against my chest, and she leans in, brushing her mouth over mine. “You can touch me, too, you know.”
“You would like that?”
Kate’s little nod is all the incentive I need. I hold her tight against me and roll our bodies in the furs until we are side by side, and I slide the edge of her makeshift tunic up her leg. She’s breathing hard, and her hands go to the waist of my loincloth, her lips meeting mine in another hot, wet mating of mouths.
I cannot move my hand very high under her tunic. Since she lost hers making the rope to save me, she has been wearing one of the bed furs with a hole cut out for the neck and belted tight at the waist. This presents a problem, but only a small one. “Can I take off your belt?”
She gives a little gasp against my mouth. “I-I’m naked under it. I don’t have a bra on.”