Raven's Return - Ruby Dixon Page 0,69

back to his hut.

"Holy shit," Brooke says. "That was amazing."

Someone claps. "Bravo," Daisy cries, her eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "You were beautiful!"

I grin and do a mock curtsy. "Normally I'd wear nothing but a thong, but you get the idea." I glance over at R'jaal and the others…and find that they're gone. "Um, where did they go?"

Flor snorts. "They peeled off after they realized what you were doing. Probably gonna go beat one out."

Bridget gives her a little slap. "Oh my god. Stop it!"

"What? It's the truth."

"Does anyone else have questions for R'ven?" U'dron asks suddenly. When no one answers, he leans down and whispers in my ear. "Can we go back to my hut now?"

His face is impassive, and my heart drops.

Oh no. He didn't like that. He finally truly understands what I mean by dancing, and now he's got a problem with it.

25

U'DRON

R'ven is subdued as we head back to my hut. She walks at my side in silence, her shoulders stiff and her steps full of purpose.

I should ask her what is wrong, but I am having a difficult time thinking of anything except how badly I need her. When R'ven offered to dance, I do not know what I expected. But then she held onto the spear and ground her body against it and rocked her hips against my cock, and the look in her eyes was so seductive, her movements so sensual that I cannot think straight.

I am not the only one that was affected. I saw a look cross R'jaal's face and he left the campfire alone, discreetly adjusting his loincloth. Several of the others did, as well. R'ven's dancing was very different, indeed. Normally when she sings and dances, it is to entertain.

The dance she gave just now was to seduce, and she danced on me. Never have I felt so lucky, so privileged to have such a female at my side…and she wears my scent like it is an honor. Every time she dipped low and brushed her teats against my chest, I smelled my seed on her skin. I know others can smell it, too.

It takes everything I have not to grab her and drag her to the ground and just rut between her pale thighs.

Walking is difficult, though. I dig my claws into my palms, the pain letting me concentrate. One foot in front of the other. One step in front of the next. My hut seems to be farther away with every step, as if it is somehow retreating. It knows how badly I want to be alone with her.

Finally, it is there in front of me and I put a hand on R'ven's back to lead her inside. Even that small touch makes my cock twitch, nearly doubling me over, and I do not mind when she pushes my hand away. I just need to make it inside.

Just a few more steps.

I duck in after R'ven, relieved that I am finally alone with her. A deep sigh of relief escapes me. Now I will not shame myself by spilling in my loincloth in front of the others.

To my surprise, R'ven whirls on me, her mane flying around her head. Her fists are clenched and she gives me a furious look. "Changed your mind, did you? Decided I'm not good enough for you now that you've seen my dancing?"

I…what? "No—"

The look on her face is wounded. "Then why did you haul me back here? You just had to get me away from the others—"

Does she not realize what she is doing to me? I take a few steps toward her, and she meets me with a defiant look, her chin in the air. She is so beautiful, so proud, that I can stand it no longer. I grab the front of her tunic in my hands and tear it apart. I do not care that I am ruining my own clothing—I just need to see her beautiful body bared.

Her teats spill out of the shredded leather, and I groan at the sight.

"U'dron!" She gasps. "What the fuck?"

"Need you," I rasp. I pull the shreds away from her body and see the patch of curls between her thighs. My mouth waters at the sight and I drop to my knees in front of her, kissing her thighs and then cupping her bottom in my hands. "Need to taste you."

I can feel her tremble all over. Her hands flutter over my hair, and then she grabs a fistful of it