He didn’t answer. Instead he gathered up more of the purple-moss plant. When the pile in his arms grew to overflowing, he knelt beside me. “Raise your ass.”
I had no idea what he was planning, but I wasn’t about to argue. Not with my libido beating through me like a second heartbeat in my pussy. I wanted him so damn badly. I did a decent rendition of a bridge pose, planting my sandaled feet on the floor and lifting my butt.
“Perfect.” He stuffed the moss under me, then guided me onto it. It kept my ass in the air and my legs dangling. “Now, at last I can learn the answer.”
“Okay, I’ll bite.” I laughed. The position he had me in was comical, but I loved his teasing. It showed a lighter side that I was dying to see more of. “What’s the question?”
He leaned over me, his body brushing mine. I craved the skin to skin. He brushed quick kisses over my breasts. Then, he angled himself lower, pushed the fabric of my skirt aside, and guided up my legs over his shoulders. “The question, my Elena,” he licked my knee, drawing his tongue in circles over my inner thigh, “is if you taste as good as you smell.”
“Oh fuck!” I bucked up as his mouth kissed my clit with the lightest touch.
“Not yet.” Daegan drew his arms around my thighs, keeping me at the exact position he wanted. Then, he went to work driving me out of my damn mind. Slow, torturous circles around my clit, then he’d suck my outer lips into his mouth one at a time. He licked from the bottom of my slit to the top and back again. Then, he’d start the process over. Circle, suck, lick. Circle, suck, lick.
I thought I liked his light teasing side. Now, I wasn’t sure whether I loved or hated it. Probably both.
“Daegan!” I cried his name, pulled his hair, and wriggled my hips. I would have squeezed his head if he didn’t have a firm hold on my thighs. “Please!”
“No begging, my mate.” He lifted his head to smirk at me. Might not be my favorite expression of his after all. Or maybe it was. Fuck, I didn’t know anymore. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.” I fisted the moss in both hands. “Now.”
“And you’ll get me. But first.” He lowered his head again and sucked my clit into his mouth. And his tongue vibrated. Hand on heart, it fucking vibrated!
“Oh my god!” My pussy clenched. I whimpered.
As if sensing my need, he thrust two of his gloriously long, thick fingers inside me. I screamed. He pumped them in and out while licking and sucking my clit with that magical vibrating tongue. I thought I was going to die. The coil inside me wound so tight. I needed it to snap. Loosing his hold on my legs, I ground my hips. Then, his lips wrapped around my clit while his fingers thrust deep and curled up. My orgasm hit like a tsunami, washing me out to sea. I’d be happy to drowned, and for a moment, I did.
7
Daegan
No words weresuitable to describe the taste of my Truxoria. Feeling her buck beneath my touch, her body bowing in ecstasy, it was the height of perfection. Her spicy sweetness exploded on my tongue, and I wanted more. Much more. Yet, as she sunk into the plant-bed I had laid her on, I knew she needed time to recover. What I didn’t expect was to find her unconscious.
“Elena?” I prodded her side gently, nudging her to wake. She did not stir. “Pajuara?”
Her breathing grew shallow and my hearts stopped. “No.” I gathered her in my arms, shaking her. “Elena, wake up!” I slapped at her cheeks. “Open your eyes. Now!”
She groaned, but her inhales and exhales evened. Her eyes remained closed.
“Say something.” I held my breath. The newness of this emotion gripped me by the throat and squeezed. It clawed my chest like a ravenous wulvren. Panic. “Please speak.”
No reply beyond her pained moans.
Crex me!I cursed my stupidity to Celestia and back. She’d been hurt earlier. I had sensed it, but I allowed my lust to rule me, and now my pajuara suffered for it.I deserve the void.There would be time to berate my foolishness later. Now I had to help her. Laying her on the plants once more, I pulled the second aid-shot from my leathers. I’d give it to her if absolutely necessary, but two shots administered so soon together could do more harm than good. If her breathing grew shallow again, or worse, I’d not hesitate.
“My mate, my Elena,” I said soothingly. “Where does it hurt?”
I had checked her over earlier, but I had not done as thorough a job as I’d liked. My Truxoria was strong, a warrior in her own right, and I had to have faith she would recover. Yet, fighters often made the worst patients, as our medics would complain. I should have known she was not as well as she claimed.What kind of male doesn’t know when his mate has been harmed?I removed her skirt with infinite care, her soft whimpers like blows to my soul.
Nothing marred the skin of her legs or hips, I had checked them before. “It must be here somewhere,” I mumbled to myself. Turning her to her side, I looked over her back again. I had searched there earlier as well, but I needed to be sure. “Nothing.” I ran my fingertips over her face, her neck and throat, her shoulders and arms. Then, I turned my attention to her sides.
I almost missed it.
“There!” In a spot no bigger than the tip of her fingernail was a shallow cut by the middle of her ribcage. It was white-gray in color, far lighter than her rich golden skin. It had to have been the slightest of grazes by that creature’s spike. But without knowing more about the beast, I had to assume poison. Vacillating between using the aid-shot or not for a click, I decided against it.
The medicine is not for poisoning, and you have no idea how her body will react to two shots.But I had to do something. With the spring nearby, I used its fresh waters to flush the wound. It had already been a span or more since the creature’s attack, but cleaning the site of the infection still needed to be done. After it was thoroughly washed, I sat behind her and laid her across my chest. I tipped the opening of my water-skin to her lips and massaged her throat, coaxing her to take it.
“Drink, my mate.” Her body reacted to the gentle command. I was relieved by it, but she needed much more. Her skin grew clammy and cold, and she trembled in my arms. “Here now. Hang in there, little warrior.”
