my mate and her hand in mine. I try to think of fishing. Of nets. Of kaari and Strong Arm and things that will make my cock deflate. She is just happy, I tell myself, because she has a full belly. If she wishes to be touched, she will let me know.
Just like last night, when she rocked on my hand and made those incredible gasping noises as I pleasured her—
I groan, scrubbing my free hand down my face as we approach my hut. I cannot think about last night or my cock will never go down. I need to think of something else. I push aside the woven grass flap that covers the entrance to my hut and hold it for M'rsl. Think about coverings for my mate's soft feet, or—
The moment M'rsl is inside the hut, she reaches for me.
Her hands are on my arms and she yanks me into the hut, and I stumble into her. She laughs, the sound soft and breathless, and then her hands move to my face and she pulls me down toward her. I go eagerly, and when her lips close over mine, my pulse blazes through my body.
I did not misinterpret the looks she gave me.
The realization fills me with fierce joy, and I kiss her hard, my tongue licking against the soft well of her mouth. She moans, her hand sliding down my stomach, and then she brushes her fingers over my cock.
I hiss, breaking the kiss.
M'rsl looks up at me, her small teeth biting into her lip. "S'bad?" She whispers. "Unnotwantmi?"
What is she saying? I fight back frustration and press a quick kiss to her forehead, trying to stay under control. "If you touch me there, I will not be able to stop," I warn her. "I need to know if you understand what is happening between us."
Her brows furrow and she gazes up at me. "U hokay T'chai?"
My name sounds enticing in her mouth, and my cock twitches in response. I ignore the hunger that creeps up my spine and the way my sac fills. Instead, I touch her cheek gently with the backs of my fingers and then tap at my chest. "Do you know what resonance is? It means we are mates." I tap her chest, too, right between her fascinatingly jiggly teats. "It means we are together in all ways. It means we will make young."
M'rsl gives an enticing little wiggle, takes my hand, and puts it between her legs with an entreating smile on her face.
The moment I touch her hot, wet cunt, I am lost. She is already slippery with need, and I cannot stop touching her. My fingers move through her folds, learning her soft body once more. I murmur her name over and over again as her hands slide over my chest.
"T'chai," she whispers. "Wantchoo."
I slide a hand to the back of her neck even as I caress her cunt, drifting my fingertips through her slick heat. I find the entrance to her body and press into it, remembering how she rocked against my hand last night. I want that again. I want to sink my cock into her. I want so very many things with this female.
She moans, pushing her hips against my hand and encouraging my finger deeper, until it is seated to the hilt inside her. I watch her face as I pump it in and out slowly, letting instinct guide me. She feels so tight like this, my mate. My finger feels as if it barely fits, and yet my cock must sink deep into her if I am to fulfill resonance. Perhaps…two fingers? "Can I give you more?" I ask her. "Can you take more?"
M'rsl rocks against my hand, making whimpering little noises that threaten my control. I watch her, dumbfounded, as she rides on my palm.
“My mate,” I groan. “Look at how beautiful you are.”
She twists her fingers into my mane, holding onto me as her hot little mouth goes to my chest. She bites at my skin even as she bucks into my hand. I growl, fascinated at how wild she is. I push a second finger into her, pumping hard, and she’s so wet and tight that it nearly breaks me. How can anything be so good?
“T’chai,” she pants, gesturing at the nest of leaves that makes up my bed. Do I want to go there with her?
More than anything.
I lock my arm around her waist and lift her against me, claiming her