She releases one hand and threads her fingers through my hair. Her lips press against mine more firmly, and her tongue flicks over my lower lip. My lips part of their own accord, and then her tongue dips in, teasing until I join the dance. The dance reignites the lust in my blood. My meq hardens ready to be put to use. It has been months since I shared a blanket with anyone, and while I know how I like my pleasure bumps touched, now is not the time for lessons.
But I intend to watch how she touches herself, because she should not be responsible for her own pleasure more than once. That my tribe doesn’t bother to teach fourth sons while othertribes do, burns in my gut. My tribe assumes we will never live long enough to find a mate.
There is a part of me that wants to take the ship and show them how wrong they are. The rest of me doesn’t care what they think. Because we are removed from the tribe at such a young age, few will remember me, and even fewer will care about what happened to me. To them, I have been dead for years.
And I expected little more for myself.
Now I want to live. I will prove that this mating wasn’t a mistake to myself and to Alisha. While it’s not too late to change my mind, my body craves more now that I have tasted her.
Can I touch you?
“Please.” She lifts my hand and places it on the swell of her breast as if expecting me not to be sure where to start.
There is more softness than I was expecting. I want to unbutton her shirt, but the more clothing we remove, the more unprepared we will be if attacked.
“Can I…” Her hand skims over my chest. “I want to find out what’s in your pants.”
I smother a laugh. “I’ve been told a meq is similar to a human cock.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
What have the human women been saying? Have they been telling the truth or making up stories for their own amusement?
Her fingers swiftly undo the fly of my pants and caress the length of my meq through the fabric. A groan slips past my lips and into her mouth. When her hand slides into my pants, I gasp at the contact of her cool skin on my hot flesh. Her fingers trace over the ridges that run from base to tip. “Human men definitely don’t have them.”
At this point, I don’t care what human men lack. I want to find out what she has. My brothers talked about how humanwomen are different, how they only have one pleasure bump and it’s on the outside.
So while my tribe prepared me for nothing but survival and death, from listening to my brothers I have gleaned some information. But not enough to learn what human women like. Even with other warriors, some men prefer different things, and perhaps that is true with human women.
My hand caresses over her ribs and hip as I gather the courage to undo her pants. As soon as I slide my fingers into her channel, I will start the mating bond and will go into rut.
This is rushed. We haven’t talked about what our mating will look like when we return to the colony, only that we both want it to be real. I’m not sure how it could be anything else but real. And none of that matters if we don’t survive.
While Alisha has a chance without me, I have none without her. I am one of her people, and she is saving me. It takes me a couple of tries to undo the buttons on her pants. Beneath them, she was wearing undergarments.
She pulls my meq free of my pants and wraps her fingers around it, sending a shudder of pleasure through me. She glances down to watch…or is she studying? Is she wondering what she’s gotten herself into?
“If you’re going to change your mind, now is the time.” Before I tug her pants and underwear over her hips and commit myself to my mate.
“I’m not changing my mind. Are you?”
I’m mesmerized by the way her hand moves, teasing each of my pleasure bumps with each stroke. “No.”
It has never felt like this with another warrior. Perhaps because it was something done out of the need for release, or because there was nothing to explore. Would it be different if I had formed an attachment with another warrior, and there was a level of affection?
How different are my feelings for Alisha than they were for another warrior?
There is trust and care, but they are normal for people working together. Attraction had started to grow, and it might have continued to grow into something more if we were not pushing ahead and trying to survive.
I draw in a breath and ease her clothes over her hips. Dark curls conceal the entrance to her channel. I run the back of my hand up her thigh and let my fingers sweep over the curls.
Her breath ghosts over my cheek, and her constant attention to my pleasure bumps is causing pre-cum to leak from the tip. If she keeps going, I will not last long enough for her to have any chance of experiencing pleasure.
“Where is your pleasure bump?”
“No lessons today.” She guides my hand between her thighs. “Next time I will show you, and you can use your tongue…you do that right?”
“Um…yes.” Hers would not be the first pleasure bump I have teased with my tongue, only the first belonging to a woman. I need to beg my brothers for more information, as once again I curse my tribe.
