Sighs of relief filtered in from those in the crowd.
The elders sitting watch over the procession talked in low voices to each other, then turned back to Talzec and nodded. Elder Ohgren said, “Very well. We approve of Skehl of Vyctore. Now, let us see your female spar. We have heard she can best actual warriors. Do we have any volunteers from the clans?”
Many hands shot up, and Skye remained, looking excited, while the elders selected the warriors with which she would fight. One from the Chamra clan, a Mitcahl, a Vasnahl… Arghet looked away, his concern for Skehl.
Talzec walked a stiff Skehl out of the arena. “You are an honorable warrior. You do us proud.” He drew Skehl in for a swift hug, then rejoined a group of alphas watching Skye, a small human female, dance around able-bodied warriors with ease, keeping them back and kicking their asses.
Arghet ripped himself from his clansmen and dragged Skehl away amidst many congratulations from those around them. It was as if all the animosity and guardedness that had faced Skehl since their arrival had never been. And Arghet realized what Talzec had done and why.
“Come.” He took Skehl back to the place where they’d come together the day before. Damn if he didn’t recognize the scent of his female prey over the sweet smell of red-stems. Excitement at the notion he’d soon have her, and Skehl, gave him the mother of all hard-ons.
Once apart from the others, he faced his pair-bond. “Skehl, you know why Talzec ordered you to attack Skye.”
Skehl frowned.
“He wanted to prove to everyone that you are not Nasuhl. That no matter what clan you once came from, you are truly Vyctore. None of us would ever attack Skye. Even at home in the village, we train with her only under Talzec or Xav’s watch, and never to first blood.”
Skehl seemed to relax. “This was a test?”
“Yes. A test to show you belong with us, and that you are not Nasuhl.”
“Never Nasuhl.” Skehl shook his head, his expression no longer bruised.
“No.” Arghet had told himself to remain distant, to stop giving Skehl mixed signals about his intentions. Though a hardened warrior, much about Skehl remained innocent, susceptible.
Yet his very frailties called on Arghet’s instinct. The natural need to protect a mate. To give ease, to give pleasure.
He stepped closer, tugged Skehl down by the neck, and kissed him. After a moment, the large male sighed into his mouth. Arghet didn’t hesitate. He wanted to bombard Skehl with desire. While they kissed, he stroked Skehl’s tongue with his own, then plunged in and out of Skehl’s mouth, a prelude to what he’d soon be doing to Skehl’s sexy ass with his stiff cock.
Skehl groaned and yanked Arghet to him, his kiss ravenous.
Smiling into his mouth, Arghet continued to kiss him while sliding his hand over Skehl’s nipples. He plucked the buds, encouraged when Skehl moaned. Then he trailed his hand down, past the corded abs clenching with desire, under the loincloth now tented from a massive erection.
He didn’t have to work hard to get his bond-mate slick. And in a heartbeat, their phelthar intensified, heightening Arghet’s senses, allowing every bit of Skehl’s pleasure to bleed into his own.
Andthere,the slight hitch of a female’s breath, the sweet scent of her need on the wind.
He tore his mouth from Skehl’s and bit his way down Skehl’s neck, then sucked at his throat, aware his female, as he’d come to think of his prey, watched, and that Skehl was close to coming. Drawing out his lover’s sexual agony, Arghet pushed the loincloth out of the way and gripped that thick cock, loving how slick Skehl was.
“Yes, please,” Skehl begged, caught on a sob.
His sheer need—and the female’s—made their pairing so much better. Arghet stroked him, pumping that shaft as if stroking his own. He felt so aroused, aching to enter his mate. Hismates.
Lost to the desire frothing among them all, he moved his hand faster and kissed Skehl’s chest, then sucked his nipples, biting to give his mate a hint of the pain Skehl didn’t know he needed.
Skehl roared as he came, his seed spurting all over Arghet’s belly and fading away.
Excited he’d stirred Skehl’s second seed, Arghet continued to pump him, surprised when Skehl dragged his face back up for a kiss.
The male had caught on quickly, because Skehl used his tongue and teeth, drawing on Arghet’s tongue, stimulating so much pleasure it felt as if Skehl was sucking his cock.
The female had climaxed as well, because her lingering cries echoed in Skehl’s—and Arghet’s—minds, shocking them with feminine desire.
And then Arghet couldn’t think anymore. He gave in to his instinct and pulled away from Skehl. He turned his mate around and bent him over their rock, flipping the loincloth out of the way. Dragging his own down, he watches his cock spring up and stepped between Skehl’s ankles.
“Maker, I need to fuck you.” He didn’t give Skehl time to respond and pushed between those firm cheeks. The warmth felt so damn good, Arghet was coming as he penetrated, easing his entrance even more while he pumped in ecstasy, moaning and climaxing, his release too much and not enough.
He left a mess as he withdrew, his first seed evident on Skehl’s ass and thighs. Then Arghet stroked himself, rubbing against Skehl’s ass, loving the feel of that smooth flesh as his cock swelled, then released his second seed all over Skehl’s back. The force of his orgasm stole his breath and caused the female to cry out from close by.
