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F’lor makes a choked sound, rocking against me urgently, her movements hard and fast. She is close, her wet cunt juicy with need, and I drive my finger into her faster, teasing her to the edge. I can feel when she comes, her body trembling over mine and another choked cry escaping her. F’lor’s release floods my face, teasing every last trembling moment out of her, and I do not let up until she collapses over me, nearly smothering me with the cradle of her hips.
But what a way to end my days. I enjoy the moment, then ease her onto her back, pressing hungry kisses to the insides of her thighs. She pants, brushing sweaty hair away from her face as she recovers, and she is so lovely that my heart squeezes—and my cock twitches with the need for release. I push her thighs apart and clean her with my tongue, lapping up every bit of her release, and then circling her clit with my tongue again.
She moans, her thighs drawing up. “You…I’rec…”
“…is hungry for more,” I agree, finishing her thought. “And my pretty mate tastes especially sweet tonight.” I play with her clit for a moment, then lift my head. “You do not have to scream this time. You just need to come on my tongue.”
Her delicious moan is delightful to hear.
ChapterTwenty-Four
FLOR
I’m not sure how I’m going to face anyone outside of the tent this morning.
I lie in bed with I’rec, reeking of sex. There’s a rock under my back somewhere, and he’s hogging the furs, his tail curled tightly around my calf, and his hand on my boob. At some point last night he’d stripped me of my tunic and then fucked me again, hard and rough. There’s something about the other men in the camp that makes him want to brand me as “his” and it’s pure machismo.
I really should hate it.
Instead, I’m eating it up. He fucked me so damn good last night I know I’m going to walk funny today. I’m not even mad. Maybe we weren’t as loud as I suspect we were. Maybe no one else will care. And I should get out of bed. The ladies are going to need breakfast and we still have more khuis to get, and Daisy and O’jek will be coming by sometime today to rejoin us. Then we’ll need to break camp and head for the village on the beach.
There’s a lot to be done. I hug I’rec’s arm to my chest a moment longer, pep-talking myself, and then I wriggle out of our makeshift bed.
I’rec immediately tries to drag me down again, kissing my shoulder. “Come ride my face again, my pretty one,” he murmurs, clearly randy this morning despite nutting inside me three times last night. “I will make it quick.”
I plant a hand on his face, chuckling when he makes a licking gesture. “There’s too much to do, and they’ll think we’re major perverts if we start fucking again.”
“They will not,” I’rec declares sleepily, squeezing my tit. “And the taters will be jealous.”
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from bursting into laughter. At some point I’m going to have to tell him that they’re gladiators, not taters, but it’s too damn funny to correct. It just makes me love him all the more, and my heart bubbles over with happiness. Is this what it’s like to be mated? To just wake up grinning and ready to take on the world every day?
I’ve always considered myself a happy person, but with I’rec, I feel like I’m bubbling over with joy. Like I’ve got so much inside me I’m about to start shitting rainbows and glitter.
No wonder everyone that resonates walks around with dopey looks on their faces. I get it now.
Even though I’rec cleaned both of us up after sex last night, I give myself a quick wash again, using the last of my water. The tent reeks of sex and I’m pretty sure it’s clinging to my skin. I dress quickly, noticing that I’rec is putting on his clothes too, though he’s moving slower than me. His hair is in his face, and I brush it back from his forehead affectionately. “You want me to fix it for you again?”
He nods. “I like it like that. I like that you have chosen it for me.”
I grin and hunt through the makeshift tent, looking for the strip of leather that holds his man-bun in place. If it were any other dude, the man-bun would look ridiculous, but I’rec is so goddamn macho that he carries it really well. And maybe I’m a possessive sort too, because I like that he likes the hairstyle I “chose” for him.
When I go to leave the tent, I’rec swats my ass with the tip of his tail. “I am tapping it again,” he calls out. “Because it is mine.”
I burst into laughter, and I’m giggling as I emerge. Fifteen faces turn to look at me as I arrive, most of them gathered near the fire. Some of the women are smirking, a few are blushing, and one of the men looks downright annoyed. I feel a bit like a teenager that’s been caught sneaking out to hook up with her boyfriend and then I push that feeling aside. I’m a grown-ass adult and I can do what I want. “You’re all just jealous,” I joke. “How’s the fire this morning?”
“It’s good,” says Sabrina cheerfully. “Vivian says she has camping memories so she’s been taking care of it for us.”
“That’s awesome,” I reply, beaming a smile at shy Vivian. She’s one of the girls that doesn’t recall even her own name, so a memory of any kind is good. “Maybe some other things will come back to you.”
I’rec emerges from the tent and “taps” my ass again with his tail as he comes to stand behind me. He puts his hands on my shoulders, his manner clearly possessive. “Who has yet to receive a khui? We will hunt early this morning.”
Two women and three of the “taters” raise their hands.
Sabrina clears her throat to get my attention and then points at Kyth, the extremely large gray male with the webbed hands. “Kyth needs another. His died overnight.”
“Itdied?” That’s alarming. Years of nursing allow me to keep a straight face despite this rather unusual turn of events. “Let me check you over before you head out, then.”
I’rec squeezes my shoulder. “You will eat first.”
