in silent agreement. As I watch, she pulls one of the furs to her face, clenching it against her mouth as if she has to muffle her responses.
I lower her leggings to her hips and reveal a thatch of dark fur between her thighs. Now this is new. Surprised, I pet her. “I had no idea this was here.”
Her hand immediately steals to her cunt, shielding it from my view. “You—you don’t have those? Your women?”
“No. Nothing like this.”
“Oh.” She sounds disappointed. “Is it bad that I do? I can’t exactly laser it off or get things waxed here.”
“Why would it be bad?” I stroke the soft fur over her cunt again. It feels different than the mane on her head, almost crispy and springy. “I like this. I like everything about you, my mate.”
“Y-you’re sure?” Big eyes peek at me from over the fur she has pressed to the lower half of her face.
She thinks I would lie? I push her hand aside as she tries to shield herself once more. “Just because I did not expect it does not mean it is bad. You are hot. You are wet. You are soft.” I glide my thumb along the seam of her cunt. “And you are mine.” I lean in and lick her fur. “And you are sweet.”
Devi chuckles. “I’m pretty sure most guys don’t lick that.”
“Then they are fools. I will lick you everywhere and enjoy all of it.” I lick her cunt-fur again just to prove it, and then dip lower, tasting the deep slit between her thighs. Here she is sweetest, the nectar of her cunt flooding my tongue. I growl low, pleased. I remember stories of the older hunters speaking of tasting their mates, but all of us that survived were too young for such things. But this? Now I see why they liked it so much. There is no taste quite like my sweet, juicy Devi on my tongue. I lick her again, and her thighs part, shuddering—only to jerk against the leather of her leggings, stopped halfway down her thighs.
“I…” she pants, arching against my mouth when I lower it again. “I…I think you should take my pants off, N’dek. But just for kissing, nothing more.”
“Just for kissing,” I agree, secretly pleased. I have made her hungry for more, and the fierce hunter in my spirit is full of joy that he is giving his mate pleasure. I slide one leg of her pants down her thigh, then the other. Her limbs are surprisingly long and utterly beautiful, and I kiss up and down one bare calf before moving up her thigh. “You are so soft everywhere, my Devi.”
She squirms under me again, but when I caress the inside of her leg, she parts them to welcome my touch. “N’dek…”
“Say my name as often as you like, my sweet mate,” I murmur. “I like the taste of my name on your lips.” I raise one delicate ankle to my shoulders and then slide her leg forward until my ear rests against her inner thigh and her cunt is but a breath away from my mouth. “Say it again,” I encourage, “and I will kiss you in all the places you should be kissed.”
“Oh shit,” Devi breathes, her hands clenching on the blanket again. I take one of her hands and guide it up to my mane, my horns, to give her something to hold on to. “N’dek,” she says finally. “N’dek. My N’dek.”
I bury my face between her thighs, licking her cunt hard.
A tiny scream erupts from her throat, quickly bitten back. She moans, arching against my mouth as I explore her with the tip of my tongue and my fingers. I part her cunt lips with one hand so I can gaze at all of her, and she is soft and wet and juicy, so I lap up all of it. She has a little pebble between her folds and when I touch it with one finger, she jolts up against the furs.
“Oh!”
“Is this your clit?” I ask, touching it again. She gives me a jerky nod and I study it. Tiny, and as dark and hard as her nipples. I like it. I treat it like one of them, swirling my tongue around the small bud and then sucking.
“N’dek!” She’s panting hard now, her thighs trembling against my ears. “Oh fuck. Oh my god. That’s…”
That is what she likes, it seems. I continue to tease it, toying with the bud even