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That feeling of overwhelming pleasure was welling up inside of her again, but this time it was different. This time Slaine was driving Ika toward her climax with his cock.

The head of Slaine’s member buffed deliciously against that tender spot on Ika’s front wall.

The lining of her channel swelled with bloodflow, squeezing tightly around Slaine’s pummeling member.

When Ika’s climax came, it curled her toes and drew forth ragged sobbing sounds from her lips. The sensation radiated outward from her center, making her limbs quiver and twitch with spasms of pleasure.

Slaine tensed behind her.

He pushed deep, grunting and shuddering.

His cock pulsed inside her, unloading gouts of hot, thick fluid that coated her insides and leaked from her stretched hole.

Ika counted a hundred heartbeats before Slaine finally finish spilling inside her.

His jaw released, but Ika could still feel the imprint of his teeth on her skin.

For a long while, they lay like that in the heat and darkness, panting and gasping. It felt so perfect. She was bundled in Slaine’s protective arms and impaled on his pulsating meat while his abundance continued to seep from between her legs.

Slaine was the first to catch his breath.

As soon as he did, he started to move inside her again. This time, his long, steady thrusts were lubricated by his own slippery spend, and Ika moaned as she felt that hot, shivering feeling starting all over again.

CHAPTER 20

“Look!” Muk shouted. “There! By the edge of the river.”

Thusar and Gunnar caught up with the young ukkur and looked where he was pointing. A white mound where the storm had buried something beneath the snow. Something very large.

“Good eye, kid,” Thusar said and clapped him on the shoulder. “Let’s go have a look.”

Muk had rejoined with his pack brothers less than an hour ago, after the storm had finally dissipated.

The blizzard had ravaged the area for the better part of the day. Howling wind and snowfall so dense an ukkur could barely see his own hand in front of his face.

When the storm had first started to hit, Muk had taken shelter within a cave at the edge of the mountain. There had been no time to prepare, no time to gather wood to build a fire, so Muk had simply huddled out of the wind and meditated as Thusar had taught him, raising his body temperature so that he could survive the cold.

An ukkur could last for days in weather like that.

But what about Ika?

The thought was like a stone shard in Muk’s heart. If the precious creature had frozen to death in that blizzard, he would never forgive himself. It didn’t matter that Ika had run away. It was his responsibility to protect her. He knew that his pack brothers felt the same.

After the storm had dissipated and the wind had died down, Muk had heard Thusar calling from far away—the low, loud howl that the pack leader used to call his brethren in.

Muk had followed the call, and soon he had rejoined his leader. Not long after that, Gunnar had come running up too.

But there had been no sign of Slaine.

Slaine was Muk’s best friend. The young ukkur’s anxiety had doubled. He feared he had lost both Ika and Slaine.

It was useless to search for tracks in this weather. The blizzard had dumped a fresh layer of snow on the land, and the wind had swept it smooth.

The best they could do was to backtrack in the region where they knew Slaine had been searching.

It was not long before Muk had spotted the big lump under the snow.

Now, as Muk and his pack brothers raced toward that mound, his heart was rising with hope. He and the other ukkur knew how to build a shelter beneath the surface of the snow, and that’s what this mound looked like.