“The others are back,” he warned me, his hand sliding down my back to cup my ass to hold me still.
“And? Let them watch,” I grumbled into his chest.
He chuffed with amusement. “What happened to my possessive Rijiteraursang? There was a time when looking at or touching me incited your ire.”
I wriggled a little in embarrassment at the memory of my irrational behavior on the ship. “It was the incomplete mating bond. That wasn’t me!” I mumbled.
He chuckled louder. “And is it complete now?” he asked, scraping his claws along my spine. Goosebumps broke out over my skin and I shivered. “Yes, you wear my mark.” I pushed my upper body off his chest with my hands and met his eyes. “So what doesursangmean? My translator isn’t telling me,” I said, pointing to the metal in my ear.
“Ah. It would not. The language is dead. It is the Rijiteran word for warrior, or strong one,” he said, tucking my hair behind my ear.
He called me a warrior. His warrior. How freaking cute was that? Best pet name ever.
“Do you know any more of my ancestor’s language?” I asked him, curious.
He shook his head. “Much of it was destroyed. I know only a few words.Ursangwas used the most often and survived into the archives. I am sorry,” he said, cupping my cheek.
I turned my face and kissed his palm. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”
I traced my fingers along the bioluminescent lines along his collarbone and down his chest.
“What do you call these?”
“They are called Izi. It is an old Orixas word for inner fire.”
I leaned forward and traced a glowing line running down his chest with my tongue. It glowed brighter. I smiled and lifted my head to look at him from under my lashes. “Does it glow with your emotions, like when you’re aroused?” I murmured and licked him again.
He sucked in a hissing breath. His cock twitched against my belly. “Yes,” he rumbled. “I can control them when I need to, but it is better to let them do as they will. One shouldn’t stifle their Izi unless they are stalking prey or enemies.”
“Hmm, no. We shouldn’t smother fire,” I said and trailed my tongue up his chest to my mating mark. It had healed into a nice raised scar. There was something in our saliva that kept it from healing smoothly with our own kind, and I was pleased to see it worked on him, despite his nanos.
I sucked hard on the mark, making him groan low in his throat. I reached between us to wrap my hand around his cock. I pumped from base to tip, feeling the raised bumps and fingered the frills around the head. They formed a solid inch line circling the tip of his cock, stiff rubbery mini tentacles that provide the most delicious stimulation inside of me. I slid my hand down again, cupping his balls, kneading them in my palm, watching the pre-cum bead from his slit.
Sam and Patty voices murmured quietly to our left, where Callie was laying. The crackle of a fire and the smell of meat cooking added an almost romantic feel to the oasis.
Dinner and a show.
Once the mating was complete, my people had never minded mating wherever the need struck them, regardless if there was an audience or even if there were other participants.
I lifted myself up with my thighs gripping the side of his hips, my knees unable to touch the ground while straddling him. I grasped his cock and fit the head against my opening before sinking down, groaning at the feeling of him sliding deep, stretching me to the point of pain.
Ohem growled and lifted me with his hands on my ass, his claws pricking my skin, and slammed me back down onto his thick cock, thrusting up into me at the same time. I watched where he entered me, moaning and panting. Lifted and being pulled back down, him powering into me, faster and harder, until the sounds of flesh slapping flesh and our grunts and snarls echoed off the walls. One of his tentacles snaked around to pinch my clit, rolling it between its smooth, stiff digits. He lifted me over him and kept me there, pounding into me from below. He lowered his head and pressed his mouth to mine, thrusting his tongue between my lips, twirling and teasing it against mine. I opened my mouth wider and tilted my head, closing my eyes, allowing the kiss to deepen, my arms thrown around his neck for balance.
The orgasm moved through me slowly, spreading out from my core in a wave, crushing me under a weight of pure euphoria. My ragged wail was muffled by his mouth pressed to mine.
Ohem pulled his tongue from my mouth to lightly bite my shoulder, surging up a final time, and roaring into my skin as he came.
I sagged against him, spent and boneless.
I heard slow clapping from our forgotten audience. “Son of a bitch, that was hot! Spank bank material for days!” Patty said, her voice husky.
I laughed, turning my head to look at her. They were sitting around a small fire, meat being burned to a crisp, forgotten and skewered on the spines of the lizard camel held over the fire by two more spines, split at the top and stabbed into the ground.
Sam was smiling lazily at us, face flushed and a little embarrassed.
Sorry, not sorry.
Ohem rumbled a laugh and lifted me off of him to place me on my feet, his seed leaking down my thighs when I stood. I wobbled my way over to the water on jelly legs and waded into it. Scrubbing my skin, between my thighs and dunking my head under the water to rinse my hair. I needed to cut it. It had been medium length and straight before the abduction, but now it was matted.
