again with a ferocity that scared her but knew he was right. She was more than a little raw already, and another sex session with her mate could break her vag if she wasn’t careful. The last thing she wanted to do was put herself out of commission.
He pushed himself up from their mat. He adjusted his clothes on the way until his still thick dick was tucked away and he was close to completely covered. Then he gathered her clothes and brought them to her.
“Can you get dressed underneath?” he asked, gesturing to his heavy fur cloak with the bra he was holding.
She nodded, reaching for the lace slapping against his knuckles. The air outside of her tiny cocoon was so frigid that goose bumps immediately broke out over the exposed skin.
“Yeesh.” Jessie shivered at the chill. “Did it get colder?”
“No,” he answered with a smirk as he passed her the rest of her clothing underneath the furs. “The heat from our mating was so strong it just made the temperature easier to ignore. Now that our hunger has been sated, our senses are no longer distracted.”
“That sounds about right,” she agreed with a harrumph. The temperature was so frigid it felt like a slap to her skin now that she wasn’t focused on her lady business. Jessie bypassed the bra he’d handed her. There was no way in hell she’d be able to put it on while laying on her back, so she’d just focus on getting the rest of her body covered to start with.
Untangling her panties from her leggings, she swiped the cute cotton hipsters between her legs to clean up the mess their mating had left behind. When she was finished using them as a makeshift rag, she held it out to her mate. She didn’t know why she’d offered him her used panties, but considering he immediately held them up to his nose and inhaled with a look of bliss on his face, she was happy she had.
The damp cotton kept him occupied until she was dressed enough to sit up and strap on her bra under her sweater. Once that was done, she stood up to put on the large fur overcoat.
“Let me,” he urged softly, tucking her undies into the front of his tunic near his heart with one hand while he assisted her with the other. “I would prefer to keep you warm another way, but for now, this fur will work.”
“How long before we can go back to the city?” she asked, just beginning to realize how little she’d been prepared for a trip to the Djaromir mines. She didn’t have anything other than what she was wearing, sans the panties that were in Toren’s tunic.
“Maybe a day or two at most.” Toren ran his hands up and down her arms, the friction jostling her. “Shuddre said our warlord wanted us to wait until Tabitha had been picked up by the Phaetons before returning, and honestly, his mining pod may take that long to charge. He doesn’t take the best care of it, so I need to check on it before darkness falls to make sure the connections are secure or else it could be even longer.”
“Okaaaay,” she drawled. What he’d said hadn’t sounded awful, but it wasn’t the best thing she could have heard either. Roughing it here wasn’t necessarily how she’d imagined enjoying her honeymoon with her mate, but that wasn’t what was bothering her. The logistics of everything worried her. She wasn’t a spoiled princess or anything, but she was realistic.
Did Toren have enough supplies for them to survive for those few days? From the look of his bare-bones camp, she highly doubted it. The lack of things in general alarmed her, considering he spent so much time here. He possessed only a small mat on the floor and a haphazard pile of crap in the corner. That was it.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, bending his knees so he was face-to-face with her despite their differences in height.
“Nothing,” she assured him with a shake of her head. She never wanted to come across as some helpless female who couldn’t handle hacking it on Djaromir. She’d heard some of the miners voice their worries about it enough that it was definitely something she wanted to avoid. “I was just wondering about your camp here…is this all of it?”
“Of my camp?” Toren’s brow furrowed as he looked around. “Yes, other than the latrine that I’ve dug on the other side