I see when the thought hits him. His cock twitches, thickening in response.
“You need… clothes.”
He looks down at himself. Then he looks at me. Then he shrugs.
A massive, golden, indifferent shrug.
“Why?” he sends.
“Because!” I gesture vaguely at his lower half. “We are going back to the clan. There are people there. Women. You can’t just walk in swinging… that… around.”
He tilts his head, confused.
“I am mated,” he projects, with a wave of simple, rock-solid logic accompanying the thought. “I am proud. The bond makes me strong. Why hide strength?”
“Because it’s not just strength!” I sputter, gesturing to his package again.
He puffs out his chest.
“Let them see,” he sends, the thought rippling with smug, masculine vanity. “Let them see I am chosen. Let the other males see what you have taken.”
My jaw drops.
He absolutely CANNOT walk into the cave, dick out.
“Absolutely not,” I say, pointing a finger at him. “No. Vetoed.”
He frowns, a ripple of hurt hitting me through the mindspace. “You are ashamed?”
“Ashamed?” I let out a sound that is half-laugh, half-whimper. “Sarven, have you seen yourself?”
I step into his space, resting my hands on his chest.
“I’m not ashamed. I’m greedy.”
His head tilts.
“You are mine,” I tell him, keeping my voice level. “To see. To touch. If Pam looks at you, I’m going to have to fight her. If Erika looks at you, I’ll bite her. Do you really want me fighting the whole clan?”
For a moment, he just blinks at me, then his amusement pulses between us.
“Greedy,” he projects back, the thought thick with satisfaction. “Good.”
“Exactly,” I say, letting him go. “So, we have to cover it up.”
I look around the cave floor and spot the largest remaining scrap of my ruined scale-tunic.
I pick it up, turning it this way and that, before tying it to the harness around his hips.
It covers the essentials. Barely.
“Better?”
I sigh and nod. It’ll have to do.
“Ready?” he asks.
I take a breath. My body aches in a good way.
