Did he just come?
Was he that on edge?
Disappointment rises. I expected a little more.
Aldit opens his eyes, and his lips turn up. “Now I will fuck you until I am dry.”
He grips my hips and works his way deeper with each thrust. All I can do is lie there and take it. I’m too limp and too aroused.
With every thrust, fluid trickles out of me and down my ass crack. He slams into me, and I have every thick inch of him buried in my core. He doesn’t feel too big the way he did the first time. He growls, rocking slightly, and this time I’m sure he’s coming. His cock pulses, sending another wave of pleasure through my body.
We’re both panting.
He lowers my legs and leans over to kiss me, and I taste myself on his lips.
“Is my tongue still better than my meq?” His tongue dips into my mouth, teasing.
How am I supposed to decide when I can barely think? I run my fingers through his hair, over the beads made of bone and gold and gems. “I’m not sure…I need more information to make a decision.”
He rolls his hips, hard within me. “Perhaps we should make camp and rest for the day.”
We are several days away from his ship, and his brothers. And while the rest of our journey will be following the river, so water won’t be an issue, exhaustion and starvation could still catch us. Plus, he is still in rut, which I am not minding at all.
I’ve never been so desired. A part of my mind screams that it’s fake. That when the rut is over, he won’t want me. That it is only because we had sex and triggered a biological need that he wants me.
But he wanted me before then.
He came after me because he didn’t want me getting hurt. He let me make my own decisions. And he’s asking me now what I want to do.
“Resting and food are what we need.”
“And fucking.” He places a final kiss on my lips and pulls away.
I groan at the loss.
“I will gather more wood to build up the fire. Then hunt.”
“What do you want me to do?”
His gaze travels over my body and his cock lifts as though ready for more. “You are my mate. Let me show you that I can look after you even if I can’t give you a bed, or even a blanket.”
I frown. “That bothers you?”
His smile fades.
I sit up as I wait for him to answer. “I’m not Honey, and I don’t understand your ways, but in my mind you have taken care of me. We are alive because of you.”
He doesn’t seem thrilled with that answer. “Being alive is not enough.”
20
ALDIT
Ipull on my pants and socks and boots, then gather more wood. While I do, I reach out to my brothers. If they are within half a day’s walk, I should be able to locate them. But they are not that close.
At least the rut will be over by the time we catch up to them, so I don’t need to confess immediately. Before then, I want her to say she has chosen me.
Has she already done that without using those words?
