Page 133 of The Hunter

Harsh, bestial snarls emphasized every pump of his hips, joined by the sound of his hind legs scraping the floor for purchase as he raised her backside higher. The vrix behind her was now driven purely by instinct, lost in frenzied passion. All she could do was squeeze the blanket in her fists as he savagely rutted her.

And she loved every moment of it.

Telok’s hands and claspers hammered her onto his cock one last time, forcing his bulges fully inside and trapping her in place. A silent cry seized her throat when his knot swelled, making everything inside her impossibly, agonizingly tighter.

Hot seed erupted within her.

A guttural growl rumbled from her vrix as he stiffened, his tendrils unfurling inside her to tease her cervix, prolonging her own climax, heightening it, until the bliss was so immense that she felt on the verge of blacking out.

With a ragged exhalation, Telok carefully slipped his thumb free of her ass and lowered Lacey onto her knees. He bowed over her, his heaving chest against her back with his upper arms braced on the floor, and finally released her hips to wrap his lower arms around her middle in a warm but possessive embrace.

He quaked around her as fresh seed spurted from him. His tendrils continued to lash her with ecstasy, and his cock vibrated with his release. If not for his embrace, she would have collapsed, her knees too weak to hold her up.

Lacey panted, too exhausted to move or speak. Her skin was coated with perspiration, her thighs were sticky, and her body hummed with pleasure and contentment that was only enhanced by her soreness. Even the new ache in her ass was sublime.

Telok nuzzled her hair. When she turned her face toward him, he brushed his hard mouth over her temple. One of his lower hands slid up to cup her breasts. But this time his touch was gentle, soothing, serving only to hold her more snugly against his chest.

“Ah, my heartsthread…” A purr reverberated through him. “I am caught in your snare and do not wish to escape.”

CHAPTER 31

Morning came much too swiftly, and it brought reluctance for Telok—reluctance to move, to breathe, to make even the smallest sound that might disturb Lacey as she slept atop him. He wanted this moment, with the two of them reclining in peace and quiet, wrapped in each other’s embraces and sharing each other’s warmth, to last on and on.

Here and now, the world couldn’t harm them. They were free from worry, unburdened, existing in harmony as one.

He would’ve preferred to spend their first morning as bonded mates in languid contentment, with no need to leave their bed as the sunlight slowly trekked across the room. Talking, touching, sharing, learning.

But the coming suncrest also brought duties to fulfill, words to keep, dangers to face…together.

Telok woke Lacey with a slow stroke of his hand along her back. She moaned and stretched, her movements sparking tingles across his hide. The air was redolent of his new favorite scent—the scent of their mating.

Loath as he was to trade that fragrance for the cloying odors of the jungle, he had no choice. The winddancers were depending upon Telok and his companions.

With no small amount of hesitation, Telok disentangled himself from both the bedding and his mate. Yawning, she wrapped a blanket around her torso, tucking a corner to keep it in place, and stood, only to stop short and press a hand to her lower belly with a loud groan.

“I can’t believe you shoot so much cum…” Lacey muttered as she stuffed some of the blanket between her legs.

Telok chittered. “As much as I give, your body demands more.”

Shaking her head, she gathered her belongings. “Not like I have much choice when we’re stuck together.”

“And would you choose for it to stop?”

“Hmm…” A smirk curled her lips as she glanced at him and tapped her chin. “Nah.”

“Good little female.” With his mandibles raised in a smile, he grabbed his things and followed his mate out.

Tovuunshai was quiet as Telok and Lacey strode to the shower. It was the sort of peacefulness that rarely settled over such places, at once contrasting and complementing last night’s liveliness and music. This was simply another part of life—rest, recovery, a sort of renewal.

The shower was thankfully empty. This time, Lacey didn’t ask Telok to leave—not that he would have regardless. After she relieved herself, they tended to one another, washing with gentle touches. Aches lingered in his body, though they were distant, and the way she moved suggested that her soreness extended beyond the scratches and bruises visible on her skin. Confirmation came when he brushed his fingers between her thighs to clean her and she flinched with a hiss.

Telok stilled. “You are hurt here?”

She guided his hand away and smiled, patting his chest. “It’s a good hurt, but my pussy is gonna need a break.”

Though he let out a disappointed grunt, he did not argue with his mate. Much more than her pussy was likely in need of a break, but he knew she would not agree to stay behind and rest. Not as long as their friends were delving into danger.

Once they were dry and Lacey had dressed, she checked his wounds. All but a few had healed enough to no longer require sticky silk to seal them. He also gently tipped her chin aside to inspect her bitemark and ensure it was healing well. The scabbing looked healthy, and soon enough it would scar, leaving a permanent mark upon her.