Chapter 21
I stared up at the top of the tent, listening as Taz’s breathing slowed and her body relaxed against me. My cock was so hard it hurt, my blood pulsing through the length like a drumbeat. I carefully grasped it through my loincloth and squeezed until it wilted.
The discomfort was a small price to pay to have my mate sleeping in my arms and I could wait until the right time to gentle her.
Pleasuring Taz had filled me with something close to euphoria. Her cries as she climaxed still rang in my ears, her taste still lingered on my tongue. My mate was more beautiful than I’d ever imagined and more guarded.
When she’d come to me at the feast, I hadn’t realized just how unsure she was. Her hot temper hid a wariness that some drinking and pleasure couldn’t fix. I didn’t want to push her into something she didn’t want.
And I wouldn’t gentle her only to have her regret it later.
I could wait until she trusted me with more than her body. But until then, I saw no reason not to revel in the feeling of her under my tongue. I sighed and pulled her closer, tracing a line from her shoulder to her hip, remembering every curve and dip of her glorious body.
Soon enough, she’d learn that all I wanted was her, well cared for, well protected. And very well licked.