Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
"Beautiful," he tells me. I can feel his big body crouched over mine, his tail brushing against my thigh. His legs are braced on either side of mine, and when he strokes my back again, he lets out a groan. "Are you hurting right now?"
"No," I breathe. I don't open my eyes. I don't want this moment to end. "No, I feel good."
"Then turn over."
It's a sexy command, and one I can totally ignore if I so choose. I can cite my back, complain that it's hurting and leave things as they are. I don't, though. I carefully roll onto my back, and there's no pain. I'm limp and languid from his massage, and I gaze up at him in the firelight. There's such hunger on A'tam's face as he stares down at my half-naked body. He's beautiful in the flickering light. All of the aliens are attractive, but there's a stamp to A'tam's features that just make him unearthly. It's his full, unfair mouth that even now leans in to kiss mine. It's his bright, sparkling eyes that are heated with lust. It's his slightly mischievous personality. It's everything.
And I'm still not over him, I realize, as he kisses me with delicate, teasing licks. I might never be over him. Doesn’t matter that our parts don’t fit. I still want him.
I moan as his tongue slicks along mine in a claiming caress. This time, the kissing is so, so good. He seems determined to take his time, savoring me as he kisses my mouth. He tastes like I remember, all masculine with a hint of salt and smoke. His hands move over my skin as he gives me one devouring kiss after another, and when his hand glides over my nipple, I suck in a breath at how good that feels.
A'tam gives me a look of pure, cocky masculinity, then leans in and nuzzles at my throat. His hips press against mine, reminding me why we broke up before—there's an absolute log in his pants and it makes sex terrible. "My mate," he murmurs against my throat. "My B'shit."
Aaaand reasons number two and three just made their presence known. I grimace, pushing gently at his shoulders. "A'tam, no."
He lifts his head, scanning my face, as if he doesn't quite believe his ears. When he realizes that I'm serious, I brace myself for an argument. For a nasty, ugly fight like we've had in the past. But this time, A'tam only sighs and shakes his head. "I do not understand you."
A'tam gets up, gives me one last frustrated look, and then walks out of the cave.
19
A'TAM
I tell myself that B'shit is hurting. That she is in pain and this is why she has pushed me away yet again. But I know in my heart that this is not truth. B'shit has pushed me away because she has decided she is not my mate. She pushes me away because when I put my mouth on her, it is not a thing that she wants.
I do not understand this. I can see the need in her eyes. I can smell the wet heat of her cunt. She is soft under me, and willing.
So what is it that is wrong?
I pace outside the cave for a time, trying to calm my mind—and my cock. I do not wish to start another fight with B'shit. Not after today. Seeing her in the pit, and the terrifying span of time when O'jek had abandoned her, made me realize that I am tired of fighting with her. I want her to be my mate. I need her in my life, in my furs. I need to hear her laughter, and to talk with her about pots and clay and even just fishing. I like hearing her speak. I like her clever tongue.
She thinks I want nothing from her but simple rutting. I do wish to mate with her. This is true. I want to see her belly filled with my kit. I want to resonate to her. It is more than that, though. I want her to know she is mine. To realize that we are a pair. That we are one spirit in two bodies and we are no longer alone.
Sometimes I worry B'shit feels too alone. I want to take that away from her. I want everything she has to offer. I think of U'dron. My clan-brother has recently resonated to R'ven, and his happiness is so complete that it fills me with envy. Soft sounds of pleasure come from his hut, morning and night. They leave their furs with a smile and tousled manes. They whisper secrets to one another. He watches her, even when he should be working, and she does the same. At night, R'ven sits in his lap by the fire, and they look…like they have found peace in one another.