We will need to talk soon about the human woman.
He is right.
I do not want to talk tonight.I pull away and strip off my shirt, tossing it on the pile with my other things. I yank off my boots, adding them to the pile.
I do not want to think of humans, or mates, or my missing banished brothers. I need Vari inside me, his hand rough over my mouth so I don’t cry out.
He takes off his shirt and reclaims my mouth, his teeth raking over my lower lip as his hand reaches into my pants to wrap around my meq. I’m already hard, something I can’t lay entirely at his feet.
And he knows it.
The scent of rut has gotten to you.
I want to deny the truth, but I can’t. His touch on my meq makes me groan. His fingers linger on my pleasure bumps. They aren’t pronounced the way they are on a warrior who’s been through rut, but his touch increases the burn in my blood.
I trace my fingers along his length.And what do you have to blame?
You have always tempted me.His lips brush over mine.Satisfied me.
With his hands on me it’s easy to forget about everyone else and all other troubles. It’s why these moments matter so much to me. I can be and let instinct take over. The rest of our clothes come off and we drop to the blanket, wrapped in each other’s arms, legs hooked and pulling us close. The firelight makes his skin gleam, and his markings become dark paths for my fingers to follow. His lips move over my body, nipping and biting and for a moment it’s not him touching me. It’s her…
I gasp and open my eyes.
Vari lifts his head as if he sensed it.
I want to feel you in me.
You only want that after a fight.
I can’t argue with that…though maybe I should. Then we’d have the fight and get it out of the way. We both feel it there, waiting to happen.
You don’t want me?
For an answer, he shoves me on to my stomach. My heartbeat quickens with excitement. It’s so easy to forget everything when all I can do to feel. I lift my hips as he moves over me, his meq rubbing against my ass cheeks.
He’s rough. His spit-wet fingers teasing and pressing.
I bite my lower lip, but I like the stretch and the burn as it chases away everything else. When he pushes into me, it’s almost too much. I can’t imagine what it would feel like if he’d been through rut, making the ridges and bumps more pronounced, and increasing the thickness of his meq.
I want to find out, though.
I grunt and buck as he thrusts in harder, and then all my thoughts fracture as he reaches beneath me to grasp my meq and stroke.
The other banished don’t fuck like this, they grind or suck. They’re missing out. I know what it’s like to be inside another, and to have them writhe in pleasure beneath me. And I know what it’s like to squirm and gasp, torn between needing more yet, at the same time feeling too much.
Vari’s charge ripples over me. A reminder to be quiet.
And I revel in his attention until I spill, my breath catching as I spin in the pleasure. He thrusts twice more and comes in me. His fingertips digging into my hips to hold me still.
We collapse onto the blanket, both of us breathing hard.
My marking glow softly as I tell him how much I needed that.
He agrees, but the prickliness between us remains like a living thing that demands satisfaction. He rolls onto his back, leaving me empty and aching, and stares up at the stars.
I roll onto my side to watch him, and he doesn’t look at me.
“You want her.” It’s not an accusation. All the unmated warriors want a mate. Why should Vari be any different?
