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I growl low in my throat as she hitches one leg around my waist, and then the other. F’lor is in my arms and I stagger towards the nearest rocks, looking for some way to support my balance so I do not have to let go of her. There is nothing nearby but a few jagged cliffs, and I cannot rut her against sharp, piercing rocks. I drop to my knees in the soft snow and mate her mouth again, my tongue deep and hungry against hers.
She tugs at my leathers, dragging my belt free from my loincloth. “Now,” she begs. “Now, now now.”
Yes. Now. The blood rushing through my veins will not let me go slow, will not let me be soft and gentle. Her need sings through her as hot as mine, and I yank at her leggings, hauling them down her legs. They snare at her hips, and with another angry growl, I get out my knife and cut delicate laces and ties until they fall from her body.
F’lor only lets out a throaty sound and grabs my tail. “Inside me,” she demands, panting. “I want you inside me. Now.”
I have never done this before, but somewhere in the haze of my blurred, hungry thoughts, I recall everything A’tam has said, every comment U’dron has made about his mate. Wet. She must be wet or it will hurt her. I slide my hand against her folds, and the breath hisses from my lungs.
By all the ancestors, she is so hot andsovery wet. I have never feltanythingso incredible.
With another groan, I kiss her harder, then lift my mouth from hers and brace a hand next to her head. My other hand guides my cock into the waiting spread of her cunt, and then I am sinking into her. It is…indescribable. I keep expecting there to be resistance, but her cunt is hot and tight and so, so perfect around my cock. She is small, but I go slow, instinct telling me to make small, rocking motions with my cock until I can seat myself fully inside her.
F’lor’s mouth is parted, her lashes fluttering as I drive into her. Nails dig into my backside and then my hips, and I realize she is lifting her body to meet my every thrust, to increase the friction between us.
She is beyond incredible.
I thrust into her harder, and she locks around me, her cunt squeezing and gripping me so tight. “Fuck, yourspur.” Her eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck. It’s as good as they said it would be. Ohfuuuuuuck. I need you to go harder. Faster.”
“You need more?” I growl, gripping her face with my free hand. She immediately turns her head and grabs my thumb into her mouth, biting down on it and swiping it with her tongue.
“Ah!” The scrape of her teeth against my skin, followed by the hot suction of her mouth that feels just like the hot suction of her wet, perfect cunt is too much. With a full-body shudder, I erupt, pumping into her with such force that I shove our bodies across the snow.
“Not yet!” she cries out. “Not yet. Not yet.” Her nails dig into my back, desperate. “I’rec—keep going—!”
Stars flash in front of my eyes. Black spots dance in my gaze as I pound into her, determined to give her every drop of seed. I strain against her, the climax rolling through me like a slow wave that I am helpless to stop. I pant, trying to find my breath even as I flex my hips, moving deeper into her.
F’lor practically climbs me, wrapping her arms and legs around me and wriggling against me. “Hold right there! Right there!”
Hold? More spots burst behind my eyes, and my entire frame shakes with the effort, but I hold.
Ihold.
F’lor drives her hips up against mine with little jerks, whimpering and tensing, and I want to help. Her need is overwhelming her and I do not know what she needs, only that she needs more of it and the position we are in is difficult for her. I roll our bodies until I am on my back and she is on top of me. She makes a little cry and rocks down against my cock, her hand going between us and her eyes closing as she holds the folds of her cunt around my spur and rubs against it. I jerk my hips, my tail flicking against the snow as I push her down onto me and she cries out, her cunt squeezing me.
With a low groan, I realize I can go again. I grab her by the waist and rock her down on my cock. I am still impossibly hard, my movements frantic, and she braces her other hand on my chest, moving over me faster and faster.
“Again,” she pants, frantic. “Need to come again.”
“Use me,” I growl. “Use me.”
“I am!” She throws her head back and pumps her hips furiously over mine, trying to move faster and grip the folds of her cunt at the same time. I am fascinated by that little motion, by the hand squeezing her cunt. I can do that for her. I reach between us, to where she shuttles up and down on my rigid shaft, and pinch her cunt around my spur. It makes the drag of it through her folds more pronounced, and her mouth parts again. She makes a choked sound and collapses on top of me, and her cunt flutters all around my cock, gripping tighter than a fist.
Two more pumps of my cock and I am coming again, spilling into her once more as she remains collapsed atop me. This time, once I have come, I collapse backward on the snow, spent.
There is not enough air. I take shallow, quick breaths, trying to find enough to fill my lungs. The heavy scent of mating is everywhere, in every breath I take, and it stirs my cock even as F’lor remains motionless atop me, her breathing heavy.
Then, I feel it. The slow, steady rumble in my chest. Like a sa-kohtsk getting to its feet, it begins gently and then grows stronger and louder, until my chest is practically shaking with the force of it.
F’lor sits up atop me, her cunt squeezing my cock and making me hiss again because that felt far too good. Her eyes go wide and she puts a hand to her chest. “Is that you or me?”
“It is me.”
She rubs between her teats, her brows furrowing together. “I think it’s me, too.”
Because I want to touch her, I reach up and put my hand where hers is. Just as she said, her khui is singing its resonance song to mine. “It is. It is both of us.”
She lets out a breath, her other hand still resting on my bare chest. The snow tickles against my back, cold and unpleasant as it melts against me. “Oh shit.”
