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Instead, he savored the warmth of her palm against his face. Staring deep into her eyes, he said, "I'm soaked to the bone, Zorah, yet Ithirst."
A growl percolated up from somewhere deep in his chest, accenting the word thirst. Her eyelids fluttered in response, and she began bobbing her head in permission and approval.
"Anything," she breathed. "Anything you want."
Jake set that aside, the suggestion of blanket consent too stimulating to consider. Instead, he flattened his body to the ground and guided her to bring a plump thigh over to straddle his waiting face. One inner thigh brushed against his cheek and her scent showered down around him, rich and thick this close to the source.
"This is what I want," he said, soaking in the view from this new vantage point. Magic, she was pure magic.
Cock throbbing, he snaked a hand to release it from its confinement. Stubborn clothes suctioned to his damp skin, and he was less than gentle in setting it free. Not that it mattered; his dick was so hard it could hammer nails. He gave it a few strokes and squeezed it close to pain, trying to wrench his arousal back from the brink. Useless, but he tried.
With his other hand on her hip, he urged her forward, feeling the stuttering hesitation in her compliance under his fingertips. Fully aroused, the puffy lips of her sex parted before him, giving him a clear view into the darker red of the most sensitive flesh and the entrance nestled inside. Her tiny nub of a clit poked out, so taut and swollen that it mirrored the straining complaint of his cockhead. He pitied it for that reason and squeezed his hand around his similarly deprived body part, grateful for the relief. That's what he wanted: to provide her the same relief he now barreled toward with embarrassingly few strokes.
"Thisis what I want," he repeated, again adding that subtle growl. How he knew how to do that, he couldn't say. It was like a bodily function he'd always had but never before used. When did one learn to sigh? Or to sneeze? Never. One just did it. And this growling, purring, commanding noise affected her as much as it did him, so he did it again. "Now, Zorah."
The muscles of her thighs quivered as she seated herself on his mouth. Fragrant curls tickled the tip of his nose, moist heat and silky skin touched his lips, and her abused sex twitched at the first greedy swipe of his tongue. He tried again. Gentler. Slower. One curl of his tongue at her entrance. One long lick the full length of her slit. One tiny flick against her clit.
An incomprehensible noise rushed out of Zorah, so he repeated the pattern, retracing his tongue into her hot and ready hole and then back up to the hard little nub.
"Oh my god," she breathed, head falling forward.
Jake continued his careful but thorough exploration, sampling all the textures and flavors on offer. She tasted divine, like citrus and summer and full-bodied spice, like woman and sex and the universality of what they were doing. No matter how many times the world evolved and transformed, over and again since the beginning of history, through it all, for millennia, humans had come together to worship each other's bodies the way he now —finally, blessedly— worshipped hers.
But philosophical thoughts were not where his mind needed to be. Not with his mouth occupied enjoying the erotic buffet. He redoubled his efforts, not changing but focusing, nudging a bit more against her clit with each pass, detouring to suck on one of her lips for a fleeting second, simply to enjoy her gasp of surprise.
Zorah sank forward onto her hands, splaying her thighs, pressing her body closer to his mouth and rolling her hips at the tempo she preferred. Faster than the pace he'd set, but he let her direct the motion, his own blood surging as she rocked against him.God damn, that was beautiful.
Slick flowed everywhere. It coated his mouth, chin, nose, and neck, and he did not give one single fuck. Doused in the evidence of her Heat and lust, it felt like a baptism, like a cleansing, one that no number of showers and scouring and sobriety ever achieved. This, this was holy.
Not letting up his steady rhythm, his free hand cupped her buttocks and massaged in sloppy handfuls. Moans flew from her lungs, and her thighs began to quiver. Jake looked up and found Zorah's eyes, shadowed in the darkness but blazing with hunger and awe. He held them, their bodies straining toward this long-awaited finish, his eyes unblinking and fierce as he tried to transmit all the things he couldn't say in a single look.
You're incredible. You're magic. You'remine.
As if his thought tipped her over the edge, she came apart with a wail of relief and wonder. It went on and on, the pulsations so strong he felt them against his tongue as he labored to follow her wild, erratic thrusts and give her every bit of stimulation he could as she rode out wave after wave. Panting and crying out, twitching, writhing, arching, and wringing every ounce of her pleasure.
He'd never seen anything more exquisite.
Cock now beyond sensitive, Jake rubbed the last few strokes, calling forth the climax simmering since he'd tasted her lips. It didn't take much, and as Zorah caught her breath still astride him, he shattered. Pleasure bowled him over, his body no longer his own as blood roared in his ears and the seed shot from his cock in endless hot streams. It splashed against his abdomen and chest in a thick, ropey spray, the expulsion so abrupt and violent that his muscles cramped at the base of his spine. A mess to clean up, but he didn't care, giving his cock a few final pumps to clear the rest out. The climax wrung him loose, leaving him pliant and at peace for the first time in longer than he could remember.
Zorah lifted herself off him, and he rose to sit, both of them sticky and messy and suddenly unsure. He cupped her cheek, and her bewilderment reflected to match his own. What just happened? What had they done?
"Don't send me away," she said, her voice quaking slightly. "There'll be more, and I can't... I can't..."
Another Alpha instinct flared up like lighter fluid on an open flame. Protectiveness. This sweet girl — naked, alone, and soaked with rain and sex — needed much more than assistance with her Heat. She needed care and soothing and comfort. Abandoning her on this beach was never an option.
The cabin. He'd take her there, and once she was clean and dry, they'd figure out the rest.
Resolute in a way he hadn't felt in decades, Jake wiped raindrops from her cheek with his thumb. "I got you, sweetheart. C'mon, let's get cleaned up."
CHAPTER 22
Zorah
The need came on before she opened her eyes. Clawing up from her womb, it sunk its teeth in and refused to let go until she'd acquiesced to consciousness. Zorah delved a hand between her legs and opened her eyes.
The unfamiliar surroundings came into rough focus, and she circled her eyes around the small, square room. The structure wasn't much larger than her vacated Heat Hut. Just a simple, square-shaped enclosure with four walls, a dirt floor, a doorframe without a door, and space for a hearth, which hadn't yet been installed. The room smelled of fresh lumber and sap, of green things, andJake. Exhilaration fizzed in her chest; this washisplace.
It had been near dawn when they'd reached the cabin, and she'd dropped into heavy slumber. Vaguely, she recalled the trip up the hillside. Limp in his arms, drained from the release that had evaded her for so long, she'd had no energy to process the relocation. But now that she was awake, everything changed. Jake rested with his back against the wall, facing her with one leg bent and one extended.
