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Chapter Nineteen

Freya

A week later…

Ihad just gotten back from the market after picking up some much needed supplies. Zark had gone out with some of the scouts to train them. There was no sign that he had returned while I was shopping, but I knew he’d be back soon.

I got started on making sandwiches for brunch, which he usually came home and ate before going out to work or train for a second shift. Thirty minutes into preparing the food, Zark came up the path with two other scouts. They all sat down on a bench under a tree and continued their conversation.

I made a few extra sandwiches, wrapped them, and took them out on a little tray to Zark and the scout trainees.

“Hello,” I said. “I made some extra sandwiches for everyone.”

Zark smiled and reached out to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulled me against him. “You’ve all met my mate, Freya.”

They all nodded. I placed the sandwiches on the table. After thanking me, both trainees grabbed one from the tray.

“Thank you,” Zark mouthed.

I ran my fingers down his long sleek hair and said, “I had fun shopping, but I’m glad I got back in time to have a lunch date with you before you start your rounds again.”

Zark brought my fingers to his lips and kissed them. He stood up. “If you will excuse me, scouts. I’ll be back in a few.”

He never gave the scouts time to answer. He swooped me up off the ground and led me back into the podhouse. The frames vibrated when he hastily slammed the door close.

I giggled when he dropped me down on the bed. “Don’t you want to eat lunch?” I asked.

“Yes, and I want to eat it right now,” he replied, jerking the belt from his loin cloth.

“Okay, but—” I bit out a strangled cry the moment he dived between my leg and ran his tongue through my slit.

He parted my folds with his fingers and immediately went for my swollen clit. He lapped hungrily, dragging his tongue from my forbidden hole to my clit, which he worked up into a frenzy until my honey spilled for him. I reached peak in no time, hiding my muffled screams behind my hand.

When he came up after having his fill, he lifted and propped the back of my left leg against his chest and plunged his cock into my pussy. His face contorted in passion as he seated himself fully inside of me.

“You’re so tight, sweet Freya. Gods,” he growled, pumping into me.

“I love the way you feel inside me. You’re so big. I can’t get enough,” I panted.

He kissed the bottom of my feet since my left leg was stretched flat on his chest. My toes curls and my climax came almost without warning.

“Your pussy is milking me,” he groaned, looking down at my pussy while he pounded into me. “You’re perfect.”

I ground his teeth together and tensed. He spilled his seed, and stream after stream of hot cum flooded me.

“That was good,” he panted as we lie next to each other. “And now I am tired.”

“You? Tired? No way?” I teased.

“What can I say? I live to please you, love.”