resonance mate. She is mine in all ways, my R'ven, and nothing will ever come between us.
When she comes, she lets out a little gasp, and her cunt tightens and clenches around my tongue. I drink the sweetness of her release, but my own is pushing at me, desperate for its turn. I am a wild creature with need, and I cannot mate her here, footsteps away from the furs of another.
We need to go back to my hut. Our hut.
R'ven lets out a little sigh as I press kisses to her hands, pulling them free of my mane. She smiles at me in the darkness and opens her mouth to speak, but I press a finger to her lips. I get to my feet—not without some effort—and haul my mate into my arms. Her eyes go wide as I pull her to my chest, and she makes a silent sound of protest, shaking her head.
"I am taking you back to our hut," I whisper. "And then I am going to mate you over and over again."
"Oh. Are you…sure? I can walk."
I ignore her protests and carry her out of the hut and down the beach. It is late at night, the camp mostly deserted, but I do see a figure by the fire. It is too far to make it out, and I am sure I look odd, a naked male with a stiff cock carrying his female across the sands.
I do not care, though. All I care about is R'ven and making her come again.
It seems to take forever to get to my hut, and I am relieved when it comes into sight. R'ven wriggles out of my grasp and puts her feet on the sand, shaking her head at me. "Let me go inside myself." She steps onto the wooden platform that all of the huts are built upon and pushes the flap aside. I follow her in, noting the chill in the air. The fire is out, which means she has not been in here for some time. "How long have I been sleeping?"
"Since you showed up after breakfast," R'ven admits. Then she punches my arm. "You scared the shit out of me, by the way."
"I will make it up to you," I reassure her, pulling her close. "I did not realize I was that tired."
Her hands trace over my stomach, and I realize there is a freshly healed scar there. I have vague memories of a snow-cat and a fierce battle, but most of my time in my proving is a blur. "Veronica said that you were just exhausted, but when you saw me, we started to resonate. She said that the blood probably rushed here." She grips my cock in her small hand, her eyes glowing in the darkness. "And that caused you to pass out."
"I did not realize." I pump into her hand, needing the friction and heat of her touch. "Take your clothes off. I want to lick all of you."
She pulls off her tunic and flings it aside, and then watches me as she steps out of her leggings. "Lie down," she insists. "You still need to rest."
"Rest is the last thing on my mind, I assure you—"
R'ven immediately goes to the furs and drops onto her back. "Then come lie down on me." Her hand slides between her thighs and she parts her folds, teasing her wet cunt before my eyes.
I groan, helpless to do anything but obey. I drop to my knees in front of her, entranced at the sight of my mate touching herself. The throb of resonance pounds through my blood, and my chest feels as if it will explode with how intense my khui is singing for her. "I am glad it is you," I tell her as I move over her. "So glad it is you."
"Me too." She gives me a feral smile. "I'd scratch the eyes out of any woman that thought she could come between us."
I love that my R'ven is as fiercely possessive of me as I am of her. I move atop her, resonance pounding through me, and she welcomes me with eager touches and a hungry look in her eyes. Resonance has always been too much for me to dream of, something I hoped for but that never seemed as if it would be mine. In this moment, though, I have everything I have ever wanted. I am utterly content.
Or I will be once resonance is sated. For now, it