“You know,” she said, staring down at the clump of sticky silk as she rolled it between her fingers, “back on Earth, I freaked out anytime I came in contact with spider webs.”
Urkot lifted a hand and peeled the remaining silk off his headcrest. “Because it meant there was a spider close?”
“Well, that too. But it was just a…gross feeling. Now I don’t find it gross at all.” She looked up at him and smiled. “Even if it comes from your butt.”
He huffed. “It does not come from my butt.”
“Whatever you say,” Callie laughed as she flicked the small wad of silk away. “Why did this silk come off so easily, but the stuff you used on the rock held our weight without coming loose?”
“Not the same sticky.” He shook his hand. The silk clung to his finger, refusing to come off until he finally wiped it away on the cave wall. “We can make it as needed. Thin or thick, much sticky or small sticky.”
“Wow. Your spider buttispretty amazing.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Urkot turned, giving her his back, and twisted to look down at his hindquarters, which he wiggled. “You want to spank it, do you not?”
A laugh escaped from Callie. “You’re serious?”
He tilted his chin down, his bright blue eyes boring into her in a way that promised wicked delights. “Give me a good spank, female.”
Holy fuck.
This was a side of Urkot she’d never witnessed. It was unexpected and had caught her completely off-guard, but at the same time, it was arousing and exciting as hell.
“Well,” she said, settling her hand upon his warm hindquarters, “I suppose you do deserve a reward for getting us across.”
Callie slowly ran her palm down his hide, curling her fingers to lightly scrape him with her nails. She felt a shiver course through him, and somehow, the blue of his eyes darkened.
Drawing her hand back, she gave that sexy spider butt a firm smack.
His hindquarters twitched, and a low sound emanated from his chest, half growl, half purr. It made her pussy clench and spread heat through her core.
“I…take it you liked it?” she asked.
Because she had sure as hell liked his reaction.
He faced forward and lifted his lower right hand, beckoning her with a curl of his fingers. “Come. We must stride.”
Callie blinked.
Huh?
Urkot started walking along the tunnel.
“Wait, what?” she asked, hurrying to catch up to his side. “I spank you and all you give me isWe must stride?”
“Yes.”
She frowned, all arousal and good humor washing away with her rising concern. He’d been nearly crushed by rocks during the cave-in, had carried her hundreds and hundreds of feet along the stream, and had hauled both of them across a chasm. She’d felt the strain in his body and could see the weariness in his eyes. Bone-deep exhaustion weighed upon her, and all she’d done was hold on to him. She couldn’t imagine how sore and tired he was.
After that climb, she’d expected him to take a break. Now, she worried he was going to push himself too far.
Callie caught his arm, giving it a gentle tug, which brought him to a halt and drew his attention to her. “Urkot, you should rest.”
“Soon.” Urkot covered Callie’s hand with his own. How could it be so big and rough, so callused, and yet so comforting and gentle? “We must go a little more. Will rest in a small time.”
“Promise?”
He nodded and touched his leg to hers. “Yes, Callie.”
