“Have you found a male you prefer, Jessa?”he asked teasingly.“Should I withdraw my claim?Or will you accept my gentling and bemyfemale?”
There was something so smugly possessive in the way he spoke at it made my heart race.
“Not yet,” I murmured.“But keep trying.”
He laughed against my skin.“I will.”
32 Tovis
Asoft hand slid downmy chest and I sucked in a breath.My mind waking slowly as I took in Jessa’s weight against my side, the fluttering of her breathing where her face was tucked into my neck and tickle of her hair over my face.
The tent was dark, the camp quiet outside.The celebration had continued long into the night and I must not have slept more than an hour because there was no sign of dawn.Jessa shifted beside me, one hand moving in sleepy circles over my belly, her skin hot everywhere we touched.
There was a scent in the air, heavy, rising, teasing at my senses in a way that was rapidly thickening my cock.Jessa moaned, the sound thin and soft in my ear and her fingers curled slightly, nails dragging over my skin and sending a bolt of lust down to my groin.
Was she dreaming?I turned to look at her, her hair pooling between us and filling my head with her scent.Her eyes were closed, just barely visible in the dark.Dark lashes fluttered on her cheeks, her lower lip falling just a bit, as she breathed out another moan.
The scent rose and I knew that was what had woken me.What male could sleep through such a glorious aroma?It teased at me, washing away the last bit of sleepiness and replacing it with a craving that had my fingers tightening around the plump backside I’d clutched as we slept.
Her body moved, a subtle roll in her hips, her thighs tightening around my leg, the unmistakable scent of arousal blooming stronger.
I sucked in a breath, my eyes rolling back at the invitation her sleeping body was giving.Was she dreaming of me?
I turned to my side, my thigh notched between her legs, one arm beneath her, cradling her ass in my hand, the other arm falling over her waist as I pressed a kiss to her nose.She rolled her hips, damp heat pressing against my leg as a tiny gasp escaped her.
“Jessa,” I murmured, my voice thick with sleep and desire.She moaned in reply, still lost in her dreams, the hand that had rested on my belly falling between us and brushing over my loincloth.
The light touch on my cock made my tail thrash, the muffled thump waking her with a start.Her eyes opened, body tensing as she registered the way we tangled together.
“You were dreaming,” I husked out, squeezing the soft flesh of her ass and rolling my hips against hers.
“I was,” she whispered, arching against the gentle grind.The scent of her deepened, the light perfume turning musky and sweet and my mouth watered.What was it the mated males crowed about?Nothing sweeter than a female’s arousal, both in scent and taste.
I couldn’t deny the truth of that, not when every inhale had my heart pounding harder and my cock aching.
“Of me?”I asked, brushing my nose against hers and stealing a gentle kiss.Her mouth was soft, welcoming but lax, as if she was focused on something else entirely.I flicked my tongue over that pouting lower lip, rolling my hips again, feeling the dampness between us turn into a wet slide that promised more.
