Hunting (Planet Double Dick #22)

PART TWENTY-TWO

Dan-Y

I watch Tammy eat her first meal of the day. She’s small, delicate, and her movements are deliberate and graceful. Her features are petite and her neck elegant, her smooth skin is so pale I can make out veins beneath the surface.

Last night I watched her sleep for longer than I would like to admit to anyone.

I learned the slope of her nose, the way she breathes shallow and slow, and how her pink hair drapes on the pillow. She didn’t wake when I spread the strands between my fingers.

That’s what I’d been doing when she’d sent her hand between her legs and began touching herself. In sleep she was completely uninhibited, arching for her own touch and moaning softly.

My cocks had hardened. Seeing her pleasuring herself was erotic and voyeuristic and for a male who has gone so long without mating it had been impossible not to slide my fingers into the warmth between her legs and learn her shape, her heat, her softness for myself.

And touch her I did, in the exact spot she was touching herself.

A hard little pebble that was silky and swollen and appeared to give her great pleasure.

I took over what she was doing and instantly her excitement, in her sleep, had grown.

She’d gasped and bucked and moaned someone’s name.

At least I thought that’s what it was, a name—probably her mate back in the Civilized Tundra.

Which I didn’t like.

Because I didn’t like him.

Not one bit.

So I’d slapped my hand over her mouth and kept working her as she’d woken and then spiraled into the most amazing orgasm I’d ever seen a female have. She was wild with it. Her entire body spasming in pleasure. I’d almost released my seed in my pants it had been so sensual to watch.

But I hadn’t.

And as I look at her now, I want that again. I want to see and feel and hear her in the throes of ecstasy. But at my behest, my doing. It would be all down to me the next time she orgasms, I’ll be starting and finishing it.

And only me.

Because she is mine now.

No one else’s. And no one will take her away from me.

As we are eating the eggs I found as Andri breached the horizon, she starts asking about my family.

Or what I’d once had as family. There is little left now.

There is my adult son who takes too many risks for the cause, and my brother Yar-Sh who has somehow disappeared in King Athos’s prison system.

Thinking of him creates a dense and heavy sense of loss that manifests as anger and determination. When I’ve lost so much I can’t give up on him. Yar-Sh belongs with the Jakarty. They are his people, this is the life he deserves—free and independent and able to make his own choices.

I stand, face the valley below, and let my gaze travel to the distant horizon. Once I have impregnated my new female I will return my attention to finding Yar-Sh again. And make Athos pay for stealing so much of his life.

I say as much to Tammy. The bit about vengeance, not about impregnating her.

She stands and comes next to me. I feel ridiculously big beside her and a renewed sense of protectiveness comes over me.

I can’t let anything happen to her. Not now that I have her.

“I am sorry you have lost so many souls you love,” she says and hovers her hand over my upper arm. Then she touches me, as if making a conscious, considered decision to close the gap between us and have that physical connection.

My breath catches as I look at her slim fingers on my flesh. Heat spreads from them and travels down to my belly.

“You have left behind souls you love on Earth,” I say.

“Not really.” She tilts her head, her smile is a little sad. “There is only Mel in my life who I love deeply.”

“Your twin.”

“Yes.”

I place my hand over hers and keep her against me. “I am sorry you are not with her now.”

“I am worried that she is worried.”

Her brow creases, it’s so cute when she does that. “If I could tell her I am looking after you, I would.”

“I had a thread when you took me.” She nibbles on her bottom lip. “Didn’t I.”

I nod. “Yes, and I have it, but you can’t use it here. The military will be tracking your calls, they will find us instantly.”

She sighs and looks out at the horizon.

“If we get to a place where it’s safe to call, I promise, I’ll let you.” I cup her cheek and turn her to face me again.

“You will?” Her pretty blue eyes sparkle. “Really?”

“Yes, I’m not a total…douchebag.”

“Douchebag.” She raises her eyebrows. “That is a new word for you.”

“I used it wrong?” I slide my arms around her waist and pull her closer.

“No.” Her hands are on my chest now, each beat of my heart soaks in the sensation of her there. “You didn’t.”

I lower my face to hers. The urge to kiss her is overwhelming.

She blinks rapidly a few times and her little pink tongue swipes over her lower lip.

I kiss her, pulling her small frame close and cupping her taut ass cheeks. The relief of finally holding her in my arms draws a moan from my throat. She opens up and kisses me back, her tongue touches mine and my cocks react by swelling and my ball tightens.

It is so good to have feminine energy around me and I tip my head to deepen the kiss. I want more. I want to get as close as two souls can get.

Suddenly she pulls back, pushing from my arms. “What are you doing?”

“The same as you were doing, kissing.” My voice is husky with desire.

“I am not.” She wags her finger at me. “Doing that whole Stockholm syndrome thing with you. No way! Uh-uh.”

“What is that? Stockholm syndrome.”

She doesn’t appear to hear me. “Even if you are…are…”

“What?”

She scowls and flicks her hand at me. “Handsome in that rough, badass, red-flag, Captain Jack Sparrow at-his-most-seductive way.”

I don’t understand everything she says but still, I take it as a compliment and grin.

Which seems to make her even madder. “I don’t want to be here, remember, you stole me, abducted me.”

“I think you wanted to be here last night when you had an almighty orgasm.”

“That…that…that wasn’t planned it just happened and you took advantage.”

“No, Tammy.” I reach for her wrist. She is still wagging her finger at me. “Taking advantage of you would have been pushing you to your hands and knees and filling your pussy with one of my cocks. That would have been taking advantage and did I? Have I?”

“Well no…not yet.”

I snap her close again, our bodies coming into alignment. Her eyes widen when the solidity of my cocks press into her.

“Oh!” Her mouth forms a perfect circle of surprise as her curled fists land on my pecs.

“I really, really want to mate with you,” I say, my voice gruff with bone-deep longing. “So much it actually hurts.”

She swallows. “What is stopping you?”

“Despite what you think, I don’t want to frighten you, or hurt you.”

She is quiet as she studies my eyes.

“Believe me,” I say. “And then maybe when it happens, because it has to soon, you will enjoy it too.”

Tammy

Dan-Y’s body is a solid as the rocks that surround the cave. And his words, his attention, the way he holds me hostage to his energy makes my head spin.

And I find myself not hating the idea of him kissing me again.

Or him giving me an orgasm again.

Damn it! I don’t want to want him.

I don’t want him!

Or do I?

Oh, I am so confused. If only El-Frankin had been this attentive, this intense, this desirous of me, then I wouldn’t be in this situation at all.

I close my eyes and sigh. I know what will happen soon. He will penetrate me and fill me with his seed. He has waited many years to pro-create and it’s the reason I am on his planet.

Although would we still have boarded Vortex One had we known these males have two dicks and forked tongues?

That is a question I can’t answer.

“Be brave,” he whispers and touches his lips to the tip of my nose. “I know you can be. I have seen it.”

I untangle from his embrace and push my hair behind my ears. I set my shoulders back and point at the containers at the rear of the cave. “Is that to be our diet? Hirion jerky and nuts? Can’t we find something else to eat?”

“You want to go hunting?”

I frown. “If that’s what it takes.”

“Have you hunted before?”

I hesitate. “Not really.”

He hooks his thumbs onto his belt as though waiting for me to explain further.

“I haven’t had to,” I say, “on Earth I just went to the shop.”

“The shop?”

“The place where the food is, to buy.”

“Ah, a trade.”

“Yes, that kind of thing.”

“I see, we trade at the Jakarty camp.” He looks around. “Have you used a bow and arrow before? I think that’s what it translates to in your language.”

“No, I haven’t.”

He picks a bow up from the shadows. It’s big, too big for me to even try and use. And then he picks up a quiver of arrows which he slings, in their container, over his shoulder. “I will use this. You can have a spear.”

“Er, okay.”

He gestures to a wooden spear with an engraved sharp metallic tip.

I reach for it. It’s surprisingly light and the pale wood is smooth on my palm. “What are we hunting?”

“Khan.”

“A what?”

“Khan, they are big birds, dangerous, nasty, love to take a bite out of anything that moves but they are good to eat.” He gestures to my stomach. “They will shut that up.”

I grimace. “Can’t we hunt something less dangerous?”

“Not up here, no. Unless of course you don’t mind going back through snake canyon for your dinner.”

I shudder. “No thanks.”

“Good, come on then.”

“Now?”

“If not now, then when?”

He has a point, so I take a slug of water and follow him from the cave holding the spear.

The height we are at doesn’t shock me as much as before, but still, I watch every footstep and keep touching the rocks and cliff edges to ground myself as we go.

There is a screech overhead.

“That is a khan,” Dan-Y says. “Horrible sound.”

“I’ve heard it before.”

“Yes, they soar high, up by the mountain peaks, but their voices carry.”

He turns a corner. We seem to be on a track though it’s not well trodden. Around another corner and up a bank, and then we are stopped by a blockage.