Chapter 9 #2
He dipped his finger inside her, pushing it into her scalding juices.
Her flesh rippled around his finger, eliciting a shudder from him.
Amazing. Despite their circumstances, this would rate as the best cycle of his life.
He slipped two fingers into her, and she took him with one of her sexy moans.
Phrull, he’d dream of that sound this blacklight.
“Ellard.”
“Shush,” he said without heat and moved back. “On your hands and knees for me.”
She scrambled into position so fast that he laughed.
“You’ve aroused me, made me horny. Now fix it, Ellard.”
His laugh filled their shelter and held layers of happiness he hadn’t allowed himself since… He shoved aside the past, clinging to Gwen, clinging to the possibilities, clinging to a better future.
“Ellard.”
No mistaking the impatience shimmering in her. He smirked until his feline gave a grumpy bark of displeasure. Steady, boy. We don’t want to hurt her, not if we want to repeat the experience.
Unable to help himself, he ran his hand over her rounded buttocks.
He urged her to spread her stance and gave thanks to every deity he could think of that his feline sight allowed him the pleasure of seeing this perfectly in the blacklight.
Her juices, her swollen folds grabbed his attention, and his hand developed that annoying tremor he seemed to suffer from while in her company.
Another thump sounded as something heavy crashed to the ground. A seedpod or fruit of some kind, he decided after testing his senses. Secs later, he heard the flutter of wings. A nightbird or creature feeding up in the tree canopy.
“Ellard, this cycle would be good.”
“Did any of your female friends tell you about gags?”
“They were mentioned in passing.” Smugness dripped from her reply, and he bit back his instinct to laugh. One thing he could do…
He smoothed his hand over one buttock, the skin silky-smooth and warm. Unmistakably feminine. Without warning, he lifted his hand and smacked her cheek. Three quick taps in a row, to pinken her skin and give her something else to think about.
She jolted but didn’t cry out, so he repeated the smacks from a different angle. While she processed the heat and the pain of the spanking, he traced the lips of her pussy with one callused finger and grazed her clit.
“Ellard.” Her body trembled, the tone of his name gentler and containing none of her earlier bossiness.
“I’m going to take you now. We won’t get too vigorous because you’ll be sore enough in the morn without me adding to your misery.”
“I’d forgotten,” she murmured in surprise. “You’re good.”
His feline let a purr slip free while the man reveled in her praise.
He smiled as he lined up his cock and pushed past her entrance.
“Stars, Gwen.” Heat and softness caressed the tip of his shaft, pleasure a fiery streak to his balls.
He pushed a fraction deeper before forcing himself to pull out. “Talk to me, Gwen.”
“Now you want to talk.”
“I’d hate to hurt you.”
“Kaya says my body will adjust. At least, I hope it will. You feel huge.”
A grin jumped across his lips. “Finger your clit, Gwen. I would, but I don’t have two hands.”
He pushed into her again, drilling deeper into her channel. His eyes squeezed shut to savor the decadent friction. “Better?”
“Yes.”
She sounded more relaxed and the tension had eased from her body. He withdrew and rocked back into her, setting up an easy rhythm. Her sheath rippled around his cock, and one of her sexy moans filled the air, acting as a prod on his rapidly dwindling willpower. “Gwen, phrull. How close are you?”
“Simultaneous orgasms are rare. Kaya said so.”
“Kaya’s not here. I am.”
“Yes, you are,” she purred, and the clear satisfaction stroked his male ego. She wanted him. She truly wanted him, despite his handicaps, physical and mental. “I’m close. Very close. Don’t worry about me.”
Taking her at her word, he released his restraint and powered into her with hard, deep strokes. She moaned, and he faltered until he realized the throaty cry contained pleasure, dragged from deep in her chest.
She shuddered, a whole-body shudder, the small mew of pleasure making him smile.
Her feminine flesh contracted around his cock, and the enjoyment roared through him, fast as a leopard chasing prey.
He pulled back and gave one final, hard thrust that pushed him into release.
His shaft pulsed in what seemed like never-ending contractions.
With his body draped over hers, his breath coming in harsh drags, he paused and rubbed his cheek over her sweaty back.
Phrull, if he were to die tomorrow, he’d have a big smile on his face. Something about Gwen pushed happiness to the fore and made every problem seem smaller.
“That was…was…amazing. When can we do it again?”
He licked the tender skin where her neck and shoulder met, her scent and flavor washing through him. She smelled different from earlier, now containing a hint of him too. He liked the change. His feline liked it a lot.
“Ellard?”
A smile burst free, feeling more natural than it had for a long time. “Give my body a chance to recover, woman.”
“Oh. I thought males could go almost straightaway. Kaya says there are pills and potions to help in that—”
“I don’t require pills or potions.” He bit his lip to contain his humor, gave her neck one final lick, and pulled from her snug body.
He reclined on their makeshift bed, the leafy surface hard and scratchy against his skin. He ignored the discomfort and drew her against his chest. She snuggled into him, her tongue darting out to lap across his chest.
“I can wait. A cuddle is nice too.”
“Nice?”
“It means I enjoyed—”
“I know what it means.” Phrull, this woman challenged him on all levels.
His big body scared most females. His plain countenance—often arranged in a scowl, he had to admit—had them backing off in alarm.
And his lack of one arm repelled the rest. He finally began to understand that none of this mattered to Gwen. It truly didn’t, and it…
A miracle, he decided. His eyes stung without warning, and he kissed the crown of her head. “Since I’m so much older and defective maybe—”
“You are not defective!” The fierceness in her brought warmth and pleasure. His champion.
“Poor word choice,” he said. “I meant that since I’m not quite ready for another go yet, maybe you would like to explore me.”
“I’d like that. It would be better than nice.” She pulled away to stare at him, even though he knew she couldn’t see him well. “It’s a pity it isn’t whitelight.”
One of those ghostly howls echoed through the air, still some distance away. Given that he and Gwen had intended to fly over, he hadn’t checked the possible dangers, the predators, and plant life. He’d never make the same mistake again.
“At least they’re staying away,” Gwen said.
“Yes. How are you at climbing trees?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never tried. Can we practice on the morrow?”
Ellard grinned, amusement releasing the pressure of anxiety about their rescue and the possibility of the howling predators drifting in their direction. “If we have a chance.”
“I like to learn new skills.”
“I’ve noticed.”
Gwen separated their bodies and pushed him onto his back. She straddled his hips, but instead of doing the obvious, she did the opposite.
She traced his face, her fingers learning the hardness of his jaw, the smooth cheeks thanks to a recent application of stop-beard. A sigh whispered free from him, and he closed his eyes. Fingertips danced across his mouth too fast for him to respond and suck one inside. Another time.
Her tongue flickered down the column of his neck and darted across the spot where felines placed their mark on their mates.
The flash of sensation, the flash of sheer need, the flash of desire blindsided him.
Temptation had never gripped him in this insistent manner.
Gwen must’ve sensed his mood because she froze.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No.”
“Then why have you gone as rigid as a board?”
Each breath was a warm puff against his mating spot, and he and his feline remained as immobile as Gwen.
“You know about the way felines mate?”
“Jannike told me. I liked it when you licked me in the same spot.” She sounded defensive now, and he hurried to make her understand.
“I do, too, but if we are to have a future, I want it to be a safe one. A happy one.” He paused, and Gwen spoke before he could voice his thoughts.
“You would prefer to enjoy our new closeness without any expectations.”
Crap, he’d injured her feelings. “If something happens to either of us, the other would suffer if we were mates. It would be bad enough now, but when felines are mates, they become one. Their minds link as well as their bodies.”
“I understand.”
He sighed.
“No, Ellard. I’m not just saying that. I do understand and agree with what you’re saying.”
“True mates aren’t common on Viros, not like they used to be.
Jarlath and Keira are unusual. Your friends are too, and Lynx and Shiloh…
” The strangeness of his brother’s relationship still amazed him.
Shiloh’s happiness shone like a star though, so he refused to refute their triad relationship as his parents did.
“I want to make sure that what we’re doing is real and true and not survivor’s relief. ”
“Agreed,” she said and pressed one quick kiss to the mating site at the base of his neck before moving down his body. “Ah,” she said on colliding with his cock. “You’re right about the pills and potions.”
“I told you so.” No mistaking the smugness there.
“It moved.” She sounded thrilled, and he bit back a chuckle. “The idea of me petting your cock excited you.”
His lips quivered with the strain. “I will enjoy your touch.”
“Kaya says—”
“I don’t want to hear about the blue-hair pixie when we’re together this way. If you wish to know something, ask me.”
“Please.”
“What?”
“Please ask me.”