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He shrugs. “Apparently. D’see said she knew all about them and wishes to commune with the ancestors to guide them.”
“Huh. I guess that would explain why all the fruit went missing. Sort of. Except don’t you think we would notice a whole bunch of bats that suddenly showed up?”
I’rec shrugs again. “D’see says they only come out at night.”
“Oh. Yeah, I think I’ve heard that about fruit bats. Wow. Here I thought I’d heard everything.” I shake my head, fascinated and puzzled by this revelation. “That’s a lot of fucking bats if they cleaned out the cave.”
He grunts. “We will accompany O’jek and his mate to the Ancestors’ Cave. A journey is easier with more than one hunter to rely on, and the other females have kits.”
I just shake my head at him. I’m not sure I can envision going on a long journey while we’re resonating like this. It’s hard to concentrate on anything when he’s near me, and the old ship is several-days’ walk away from here. How is that possibly going to work? “They might have kits but we’re resonating, I’rec. Did you forget about that?”
The big doofus smirks at me. “As if I could forget such a thing? As if you are not foremost in my thoughts at all times?”
Okay, well at least we’re on the same page with that.
He moves to my side, sitting next to me by the fire. Leaning close, he bumps my shoulder gently with his arm. It’s a friendly sort of gesture, or it should be, but it just reminds me of how close he is, and my khui starts going mad in my chest all over again. “I have not forgotten a thing about resonance, F’lor. But we do not know how long it will take. We cannot stop our lives while we wait for it to grab hold. We must be part of the tribe, and right now, O’jek and D’see need us.” He leans a little closer, angling his head toward me. “Are you worried I would not see to all your needs when we travel?”
A shiver ripples over my skin at the sultry tone of his voice. “Not at all. I just…”
“I will take good care of you,” he murmurs, and it’s clear he’s thinking about sex. Even if his khui wasn’t singing as loudly as mine, it’d be obvious. “I want to take my time with you tonight. I want to go gentle again, if you will let me. I enjoyed it.”
Did I think I was shivering with arousal before? My nipples tighten and I practically moan aloud at his words. I can’t look away from him, from the decadent slant of his eyes as he watches me, the long fringe of his lashes, the softness in his hard mouth as he gazes down at me. His man-bun has gotten loose and his hair is disheveled and flows over his shoulders, begging to be touched.
Actually all of him is begging to be touched. Just like all of me is prickling and perked at the thought of his fingers brushing over my skin. “You have to ask if you can be gentle? Do you think I’d say no?”
His mouth crooks up at the corner and my heart flips. “I do not know what kind of touches you prefer…but I would like to know.”
“I like all of it,” I admit boldly. “Sometimes rough is good, but gentle is good, too. As long as I get off, I’m a happy camper.”
I’rec rumbles low in his chest, moving closer. “And what are you in the mood for right now? What sort of touches do you dream about?”
I clench deep inside with anticipation. Any touches? What am I dreaming about? I can do anything I want? Immediately an idea forms in my head, and I arch a brow at him. “I kinda want to suck your cock. Is that weird for you?” We haven’t done that yet and I really like the idea of taking the control from him, of blowing his mind while I, well, blow him. “Feel free to tell me no.”
He looks shocked, all right. I’rec blinks at me for a long moment, speechless. “You would…do that for me? Give me pleasure and take none for yourself?”
Oh, silly man. This time, I’m the one that leans, and I put my hand between his thighs, rubbing the bulge under his loincloth. “What, you think if our roles were reversed, you wouldn’t get any pleasure out of eating my pussy?”
His gaze grows heated, his breath catching. “I wouldlovethat.”
“Me too.” I drag my nails up the leather of his loincloth, my gaze locked on his. “I know it’s not exactly fulfilling resonance but I don’t have to suck you to completion. I can just get you nice and hard and wet with my mouth. Pleasure you a little while before you come inside me.” A hot flutter of arousal stirs inside me as I speak, because I love the way his lips part with rapt attention. I love the way he’s clearly so into this, and both surprised and pleased that I want to touch him. “Let me guess, Tia never volunteered to suck you off?”
Why does the thought of Tia’s mouth on him make me so irrationally jealous? He has a history with her. I know he does. And yet every bit of me wants to form claws and scratch her eyes out because now he’s mine.
But I’rec shakes his head, unable to look away from me. “We never went beyond a few mouth-matings.”
Well now, I am a petty bitch, because hearing that makes me happy. Really happy. “What a shame,” I purr. “Guess I’ll have to break you in.”
“Break me all you like,” I’rec rasps, leaning back on his hands and offering his body up to me. “I am all yours, my resonance mate.”
There’s something about his wording that’s so arousing I don’t even correct him. I slide my hand up and down his shaft, my khui humming with anticipation as I rub I’rec through his leathers. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me and I’ll stop.”
He snorts. “I will like all of it.”
“So you say,” I joke. “What if I want to plant a finger into your backside because I like it?”
To my surprise, his eyes flare with heat and he doesn’t back down. My last boyfriend would have absolutely been horrified at the thought of any sort of ass-play, but it looks like I’rec is up for a challenge. How fascinating and how utterly fucking sexy. Heat pulses low in my belly and I give the front of his loincloth a tug. “Take this off for me?”
I’ve never seen a man move so fast. I’rec practically rips off the long strip of leather that consists of his loincloth, leaving behind only the thin, beaded belt at his waist. It can stay as long as it doesn’t get in my way, I decide. I put a hand on his knee and push his thighs apart as he leans back on his elbows, his breath coming in short, hard pants.
