Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Her eyes go wide. “Your mate?”
“You have been since the day you claimed me.” I stroke my thumb over her soft, strange, pink mouth. “There is no other for me. There never has been.”
“Not even my sister?” Her voice catches.
I snort. “Your sister is my greatest mistake. I do not think I have ever even liked her.”
Mah-dee bites gently at my thumb when I stroke it over her mouth again. “You might want to learn to like her, since she’s my family.”
“Because she is your family, I will tolerate her.”
Mah-dee giggles. “That is a terrible thing to say, and I shouldn’t laugh.”
“You should laugh. You should laugh all the time. I love to hear it. It makes me happy.” I lean in closer. “You make me happy.”
Her smile dims a little. “It feels awful to be so happy when things are so rotten for so many. Can I…” Her expression changes to one of worry, and she clutches at my vest. “Oh my god. Do you feel that?”
“What?” I feel nothing but the warm, content rumble in my chest.
“I think it’s another earthquake!”
The panic in her voice makes me pull her protectively against my chest, and I hunch my shoulders over her smaller form, trying to shelter her with my body. We are not safe here in this slice of the ground. “I have you.”
A long moment passes, and I wait to feel it. I feel nothing under my feet, though, just the warmth of her pressed against me, and the tickle of her mane against my chin.
She stiffens against me and then pulls back, a frown on her face. “Okay, this is going to sound weird…” Her hand presses to the center of my chest. “But you’re rumbling. Baby, do you have indigestion?”
I do not ask what she means. Now I feel it, too. The building, slow thrumming in my chest that is spreading warmth throughout my body. I…dare not hope.
I drop to my knees and press my head to her teats, listening. Hoping.
“Oh,” she breathes, just as her chest begins to resonate. “Oh. I think…I think the ground isn’t shaking. I think it’s me.”
“And me,” I tell her, utter joy racing through me. I hold her tightly, burying my face against her as I listen to her khui begin its song.
It is singing to me.
And I am singing back.
“Oh my god,” Mah-dee says, her voice faint. “Is this what I think it is?”
“Let it happen,” I murmur to her, stroking her back. “We are meant to be, Mah-dee. Even our bodies know it.”
“I…guess they do.” Her hands go to my mane, and then she touches my cheek, caressing my face. “I love you, big guy. You know that, right?”
I nuzzle at her teats, wishing she were not wearing so many layers of furs. I want to hear the song in her chest as loud as the one that is rumbling through mine. I want to feel her warmth. I want to lick at her nipples and taste the juice of her cunt. I am hungry for her with my entire body. I need her. Right here. Right now.
I push my hand under her tunic and then into the waistband of her leggings. Her small squeak of surprise is drowned out a moment later by the moan of pleasure she lets out when my fingers brush over her curls. She is wet with need, the scent of it perfuming the air and making my mouth water. “I must taste this,” I groan, shoving at her leathers. “Get on your back for me, Mah-dee, so I can taste your cunt.”
She whimpers, sliding to her knees. “Should we? The metlaks—”
“Cannot get here. They are far behind.” Far enough, at least. I lock an arm behind her legs and one behind her back, maneuvering her onto the ground. The moment her yellow mane spreads out in the snow, I pull at her leggings, dragging them down her hips. I am desperate for her. The resonance hums through me, its song more powerful than anything I have ever imagined. How do others fight this? I cannot take another step without pleasuring my Mah-dee. I will die if I do not have her now.
I ache to bury myself inside her, and war between tasting her sweet folds or pushing myself deep into her and feeling the tight grip of her cunt around me. Has it been hours since we last mated? It feels far too long. It feels like forever.
Mah-dee’s soft moan of need decides for me. I must pleasure my mate. Now.
I push her legs into the air, using the leather of her leggings as a handhold. Her thighs spread before me, damp and flushed a delicate, soft pink. Between them, her cunt gleams wet for me. For me. I growl with pleasure and bury my face there. She squeals with surprise, and I feel the tremor moving through her body when my tongue drags over her folds. The taste of her has never been more delicious. Ravenous, I brace my arm on her thighs and redouble my efforts, pleasuring her with my mouth and my tongue. She cries out and wiggles against me, muttering things like fuck and yes and you nasty thing and just like that. All the while, her juices run down her thighs and over my tongue, and the resonance in her chest sings as loudly as mine.