As the heat of the moment ebbed, my heart refused to quit racing. Panting, breathless, I slumped in his arms.
A rumble rattled his chest as the movement caused his cock to shift inside of me, sending it twitching and jerking anew.
Tiny little moans escaped me as I squirmed, unsure if I could take anymore, at least right now.
Cy cuddled me close. Leaning in, he nuzzled my throat, pressed a kiss there, then peppered kisses all the way to the bite mark he’d left on my shoulder, opposite the shoulder Elm had thoroughly marked.
Cy smiled against my skin when I began to shiver.
A groan of a moan left me. “Give me a minute to recover,” I grumbled.
The ass holding me so tightly to him, so lovingly, let out a little growl, a muted version of the ones he’d been making while we were going at it, and my channel fluttered around his length in response.
My hands had unclenched and were wrapped around him loosely. My fingers dug into his back at that teasing growl. “Don’t you dare,” I growled out warningly.
Cy’s cock jerked in response. I understood then.
“Fine. Nobody growls,” I announced. For another ten, fifteen minutes, at least.
Cy pulled back, blue eyes twinkling, and grinned.
My eyes narrowed on him and I leaned in.
Cy’s lips twitched, telling me he found my reaction amusing. He leaned in, meeting me, and kissed the tip of my nose, in much the same teasing way I had Birch’s back at the nursery.
“I think we’re stuck together,” I admitted as I began to shift a little in his arms and our bodies, locked together quite snugly, protested.
Cy let out a little grunt and his gaze darted between us.
“Shit,” I muttered, frowning in thought. “What do we do now?”
“Not shit, that for sure,” Cy snarked.
A sputtering laugh left me and I reached out to tug on a lock of his hair.
Cy winced at the tug but his grin was unrepentant.
Smile smoothing out, his brow began to scrunch up. “You ‘kay?” Leaning in, he gave me one of his supposed lie detecting sniffs. “My Pru ‘kay?”
“I’m not your Pru,” was my automatic, half mumbled response. It didn’t even sound right coming out of my mouth at this point, not after the way he had me all but screeching his name.
The look he gave me and the pointed glance towards our locked bodies said he’d beg to differ with my statement. Cheeks pinkening, I quickly changed the subject.
“What are you sniffing for, weirdo? I’ve got on deodorant. I’m a fan of bathing.” Leaning in, I did a bit of sniffing of my own. I got nothing. Other than the weirdly intoxicating scent that is him, so thick in the air my head was dizzy with it, mingling with the smell of sex, I had no clue what he thought he was smelling.
Cy shook his head as a grin stole over his face. “No think you stink. Check for pains, blood.”
“And you can smell that?” My eyebrows shot up in disbelief.
Cy’s mouth opened but then he closed it. After what seemed like a lot of internal deliberations with himself, he softly rumbled, “What you smell, scent me?”
“I- I don’t know. You smell like you,” I mumbled, uncertain where he was going with this. He didn’t seriously think he could scent my pain, did he?
“What Cy smell like?” A single furry caterpillar eyebrow arched.
“Like you wipe your own ass,” I sassed.
He just stared at me, expression carefully blanked, and waited.
