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"No. I really, really need you." Her breath comes quickly, and her hand slips under my kilt, grasping my cock. "Right now. Please—"
I groan as she strokes me, and my hips jerk, pumping my cock into her greedy grasp.
"Right here," she demands. "Lie down, Juth. We can fuck right here—"
In the snow? With her face already reddened? That will not do. It is the most difficult thing I have ever had to do, but I pry her hand off my aching, leaking cock. "Come," I tell her.
"That's the plan," she purrs, her voice humming with the force of her resonance.
I bite back a laugh and scan the valley. A cave at the far end? I glance at Steff, who looks tired—and also looks as if she wants to rip my kilt off. She needs a cave. A shelter. Warmth and a blanket.
So I haul her onto my shoulder and start marching toward the far end of the valley.
She protests, squirming on my shoulder. "Please, Juth," she moans, wriggling. "I need you. Don't make me wait."
I lightly tap her backside with my hand as a reprimand, but it only makes her whimper with a sound that is not outrage. It feeds the hunger racing through me, and I push at her skirt even as I march forward. When it is hitched up enough that her arousal scent floods my senses, I make sure my arm is locked securely around her thighs before I push my other hand between them.
Steff's squeal is loud enough to echo off the cliffs. Her cunt is dripping with need, though, and I pump two fingers in and out of her heat, loving the moans she makes. It is distracting, especially when my small mate is squirming and wriggling on my shoulder, but I do not care. All I care about is the hot clench of her cunt against my fingers, the juices that flow down my arm, and the noises escaping her as she rocks against my hand.
We get to the far end of the valley, and my mate is quivering with every thrust of my fingers into her warmth, her cries urgent. My cock throbs and aches with urgency, and for some reason, I cannot find this stupid cave. It is here somewhere, I know, but when I look around, all I see are a jumble of rocks…and all I hear are my mate's needy sounds.
"Juth," she begs, bucking against my hand. "Please. I'm so close. Oh god, I'm close. I want you inside me when I come."
I want that, too. I glance around the blind canyon once more, then find the nearest cliff. The rocks are smoother here, the ground a bit more sheltered from the heavy snow and the traffic of animals that move through on their endless search for food. I can toss my cloak down here, and it will do for now.
When we take the edge off, then we will find the cave.
I give Steff one last thrust with my fingers, then slide my hand from her warm cunt. She protests this with a wordless sound, smacking a hand on my back to let me know her displeasure. I lean forward and set her on her feet, and she looks up at me, dazed with lust. "Give me a moment," I promise her. "I can—"
Steff grabs my neck and pulls me down for an urgent kiss. "Here," she tells me between desperate flicks of her tongue against mine. "Let's fuck right here."
"Here?" I echo, but her hands are everywhere, trailing over my chest, heading for my kilt, and she bites on my lower lip, and I forget about the world around us. All I know is that my greedy mate wants my cock, and she wants it now.
She pulls on my belt, panting, and then growls in frustration when the knots don't give. "Fuck it," she says, turning and presenting her back to me. She hitches up her skirt, pulling it up around her waist and bracing one hand against the nearest rock. "I want you in me."
Her rounded backside, dimpled and soft and pale, is exposed to my gaze. It breaks the tenuous hold I have on my control, and I shove my kilt up, exposing my cock. I take a step forward and rub it against her soft flesh, and I can feel her entire body shudder as I rub my length between her thighs. I know from experience that the wetter I am with her slick juices, the easier it makes it for her. So I drag my cock against her folds once, twice, and then put a hand on the base of her spine, holding her steady.
"Oh fuck," she whimpers. "Please, yes. Juth, need you—"
I thrust into her with a single jolt, and our cries echo through the canyon together. She is so wet and ready that I sink in without resistance, and when I am deep inside her, my spur brushes against the pucker of her backside, which makes her quiver. I grip her hips and take her, thrusting hard enough that it jolts both of our bodies. Steff's cunt is wet and welcoming, and she pushes back against me with each movement, increasing the friction between us. I cannot seem to stop, even if I wanted to. I pound into my mate, claiming her hard, my sac slapping against her skin with each thrust, and all the while, she makes keening noises of encouragement. We have never mated so hard or so fast, but it feels as if I am not in control of myself any longer—there is resonance, and it demands fulfillment.
