Lightly, Callie caressed the rough scar.
He tensed beneath her, drawing in a heavy breath, and his arms tightened around her.
“You said you still feel it sometimes,” she said softly. “Does that mean you still feel the pain?”
“Sometimes,” he rumbled. “But it is…big far away. You know my words?”
Callie pressed her hand atop the large scar, wishing she could soothe it. “I do.”
“I know I am not…whole, Callie. That I am less, but?—”
“Stop right there,” she snapped, lifting her head to glare down at him. “There isnothingwrong with you. You’re not lesser or incomplete. You’re Urkot. You’re strong, brave, compassionate, funny, and sexy as all fuck. So don’t you dare put yourself down like that, or insult me by?—”
Urkot pressed his finger to her mouth, silencing her. “I am sexy?”
Callie huffed and rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help smiling. “Of course you’d lock in on that.” Flattening her palms on his chest, she drew herself up his body and pressed a kiss to his hard mouth. “Yes, you are. Even though you’re a spider.”
He chittered and shifted his upper arms down, palming her ass cheeks with both hands. His eyes dipped to her chest, where her breasts hung heavy upon him. “You are sexy too.Muchsexy.”
Pleasure whispered through her at his touch. His fingers were so, so close to her pussy as he teased her flesh, and the force with which he kneaded her ass ground her clit against his hard abdomen.
She moaned, digging her fingers into his hide as her hips instinctively undulated, her body seeking more of that pleasure. “Urkot…”
Her belly emitted a loud, rolling growl.
Callie and Urkot froze, his hands clutching her ass. His eight bright eyes flicked up to hers.
“Eh, heh heh,” she laughed awkwardly. “Terrible timing, but I’m kind of starving.”
“Shaper, unmake me,” he snarled.
Callie’s eyes widened as he grasped her hips, lifted her off him, and rolled, getting his legs beneath him.
“Should have hunted,” he muttered as he set her on her feet and pulled away. “Should have found food.”
A gush of liquid spilled from her sex, running down her inner thighs and calves. Callie gasped and clutched her legs together, pressing a fist to her pelvis.
What the fuck?
Oh, no, no, no. Had she just peed herself?
No, it wasn’t pee. That uncomfortable pressure remained in her bladder. This was something else. This was…
His cum.
Well, what did you expect after all the times he came inside you while you were stuck on his knot?
She shot a panicked look at Urkot, but he was already moving to the blanket hanging from the ceiling. His blue markings glowed in the crystals’ light.
Urkot continued muttering to himself, lapsing into his native language. She was only able to pick out pieces of what he said—something about failing, about not thinking. He yanked down the blanket, head swiveling as though searching the vegetation nearby for something edible.
“Um, Urkot?”
“Damn my eyes.”
“Urkot?”
He stepped out of the grotto onto the small ledge and surveyed the cavern, balling his fists with the blanket caught in his upper right hand, muscles flexing beneath his hide.
