“Fuck me.”
“Better,” he said, kissing her ear then kissing lower on her neck. “Say it all together.”
“I said it,” she countered, bucking back against him. Of course it didn’t do anything; he was much too solid for her to move him with something as minor as that.
He pinched both her nipples then dropped his hands to her belly. “Say it right or I stop everything.”
“I’m begging you to fuck me!” she cried out.
“Good girl,” he purred. She felt him fumbling with his pants, then his shaft was pressing into her. She moaned as he invaded her, putting pressure on all the right spots. One arm went around her waist to steady her and the other dove between her legs to find her clit.
“I’m going to give you all of me,” he said, pulling himself almost all the way out and then thrusting forward. At the same time, he splayed his fingers over the little nub of nerves that was throbbing for attention.
Her entire body shook as Myrum set a brutal pace. The running and hiding had all been foreplay for both of them. It wasn’t long before she was quaking and crying out.
Pleasure flooded her system.
Myrum let out another roar. Heat filled her as he came too. They both shook from the intensity.
His thrusts slowed then stopped. They stood there, motionless and panting, the sun beating down on them mercilessly. Amina let out a breathless chuckle, pulled one hand off the boulder, and patted Myrum's arm.
“I need to stand up straight,” she murmured.
He purred and carefully extracted himself from her. Tugging his pants back into place, he took a half-step back.
She let out a contented sigh. “Damn, that was good. We’re going to need to figure out how to do that again.”
“With pleasure,” he agreed. “Hunting you was the most fun I’ve ever had using my tracking skills.”
She leaned over to pull her pants up, but he was quick to kneel at her feet and do it for her. Her pants were covered in dirt. Looking around, she found her shirt hanging off a nearby bush. Her bra was on another branch.
Myrum noticed where she was looking. Standing back up, he plucked them off and handed them to her. Tugging them on, she grimaced at how dirty her clothing was.
“I wish the creek had enough water to bathe in,” she grumbled. “I feel grimy.”
Before Myrum could respond, they both heard the shuttle landing nearby.
Without another word, Myrum picked her up and sprinted back to the platform. She could only hope he knew where they were going because she didn’t have a clue.
Chapter 25
Myrum
It was hard, but Myrum kept from looking behind him again. He was sitting on the platform watching one of Lorse’s staff do a dance. Lorse explained all the cultural significance to each slight movement, but to Myrum it seemed the Ossiso was moving in slow motion. She took many submarks to even complete a sweep of her hand. Another Ossiso was playing a percussion instrument in the background, but none of the movements seemed to match the beats.
It was excruciating when all he wanted to do was snuggle Amina in his arms. His lucky human was fast asleep on a pad mostly tucked under the platform. Unlike the pad in their room, this one was much thicker and stretched across fluffy grass. It was probably as comfortable as her bunk back on the ship.
When they’d heard the shuttle, he grabbed her and ran as fast as he could back to the platform. He got them there in time for Amina to pull on her robe and retie her hair into the usual bun.Gis smirked at them until Lorse came around the tall bushes and they all had to go back to playing their parts.
Amina’s part was to get to take a nap. His part was listening to Lorse endlessly talk. Myrum stifled a yawn as Lorse patted his arm with excitement.
“Oh, this is the best part!”
Myrum focused as the dancing Ossiso dipped low and tucked her body into a ball. The drummer stopped abruptly, and silence and stillness filled the area. For a moment nothing moved, then Lorse slapped his hand to the table.
“Very well done,” Lorse commented as the two guards slapped their thighs. “She is almost as good as the dancers at the High Souls Performing Center.”
The performer dipped her head and exited the stage. Gis stepped up on the stage and poured a small amount of liquid into decorative glasses.
