Thick fingers slid down my waist, slipped under my shirt, cupping my breasts to tease and pinch my nipples between his fingers.
My hips began to move of their own volition, rocking against the thickness pressing tightly against my back.
We played like this, teasing, tempting, until Kehl caved with a growl. Thick fingers released my breasts to attack my pants.
Kehl managed to get them over my ass and down my thighs to my knees as my fingers wrapped around his thickness and I brought him toward my aching heat, meaning to press his shaft against my slit and ride him.
Kehl was as eager as I, perhaps more. Instead of pressing up against me, he accidently pressed hard into the heart of me.
He was thick and hard and I wanted him to keep going so badly but I froze, respectful of his wishes, and made no move to take things further.
Kehl trembled, a deep growl in his chest, but remained where he was.
We stayed like that for so long I assumed he was waiting for me to remove myself from him. When I went to do just that, he let out a vicious snarl, jerked me to him to wrap himself around me, and pressed deep.
A sharp, exultant cry left me. Back bowing, hips canting, I pressed myself back against him.
Kehl rolled so I was on my stomach, pinned beneath him. Lifting off of me, he grabbed my hips and jerked me up higher. Claws pricking my skin, he pulled out a little to slam back home. Again and again, repeating the process, he rode me until he was roaring the roof down and I’d screamed myself hoarse creaming all over his cock.
And when the heat of our passions had ebbed, he pulled back, mumbling frantically, dipped, and ate me out until he made me come so many times with his mouth I was barely coherent, and any traces of those glorious moments of before, of us truly being one, being mates, had been lapped away.
Cuddled back up in my cot bed, I had no idea what came over me when I burst into tears. Kehl acted like he understood, though hell if I could explain it.
Wrapping himself around me, looking as troubled and grief stricken as I was acting, he crooned to me, holding me in his arms, until a thankfully dreamless state took me.
Chapter 15
It took me a moment, I was so warm and snug in my bed, to take note that my reluctant mate had vacated the premises.
Rolling over, I not only discovered I was wrapped in Cy’s pelt but another one. One sniff and I smiled and my eyes got watery. Kehl’s mating pelt. It had to be. Sitting up, the crinkle of paper had me picking up the note next to my pillow.
Staring at the missive, my eyebrows winged upward. Something, I had no idea what that symbol meant, took something else I didn’t know, fruit. Something orsomeonetook… someone’s fruit? In an unpracticed hand in English below the symbols the paper readKehl take Pru’s fruit. Mine.A snort of a laugh left me.
Thinking over the events of last night. My smile slipped.
I had him, didn’t I? I should be happy now… but I wasn’t.
With a groan, I scrubbed at my face. Would I ever be happy? Am I just being a needy bitch? What was wrong with me?!
Releasing my fingers where they were touching something prickly over my eyes, I jerked my hands away from my face with a frown. What the… Carefully, I brushed my fingertips over the lightest prickles of fuzz. Hair? Was I…? No.It must be shed from Kehl. Maybe I was cuddled up to him too tightly.
Sloughing the whole thing off, I washed up and dressed for the day.
By the time Dace popped in, I nearly had breakfast ready.
“How did your thing go?” I asked as she washed and readied for the day and set her pillow and things away.
Dace’s face reddened at my question so I stopped asking any.
“Fine. It was fine,” she said quickly.
She seemed rather jumpy. I could guess why but was reluctant to pry. I wasn’t in the mood to discuss what happened here after she left.
We were halfway through breakfast before she asked, “Did you and Kehl work it out?” right as I blurted, “I don’t know if it’s the alien parts of me calling or what but I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
Dace stopped mid bite and set her eating utensil down. She waited while I collected my thoughts, or maybe my comment threw her off.
Though it took me a minute, I started to spill my guts. Once I started, it was like I couldn’t stop. By the time I was done and out with it all, the weird feelings, the general lack of care with my trysts— I mean, who just hops into bed with three men in short order and barely spares a thought about birth control?! Am I just that stupid when a guy wants me I lose my marbles and throw everything out the window? What does that say about me? What does my need for Kehl to fill ‘er up and let it stay there say about me, that it means so damn much to me and I can’t even rightly say why?!
