Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I snort, catching on to her games, and I snag her hand in mine. I rub her knuckles against my lips instead. “I am yet I’rec. I just…do not like the ship.”
“You think I do?” She makes a face and leans closer to me. “I know Daisy thinks we’re all super best friends but I don’t trust anyone wandering about with a ship. I don’t think anything good can happen with that. I mean, what if the ship has another gal on board? Are Tia and this new lady going to have to fight it out for R’jaal?” She tilts her head. “I’m sure that would be flattering for his ego, but it’s just going to cause problems.”
“I do not think the person in the ship cares about our problems,” I say, grazing my teeth over her soft skin. I like that we share thoughts like this. F’lor has never been shy with her opinions, and I enjoy our conversations. They are real conversations, I realize, not giggling and silly nothings that T’ia would say. The only thing she wished to speak of were kisses. Kisses are enjoyable, but I would rather hear F’lor tell me her thoughts on the ship.
“That’s exactly it,” my mate hisses, her eyes widening. “I don’t think they give a fuck at all if they mess up our balance, and that’s the problem. We’ve got a good thing here. Everyone’s kind to each other. We’re family. We look out for one another. I don’t want some stranger fucking all that up.” She bites her lip, giving me a worried look. “I’m afraid it’s our luck. Do you think Shadow Cat has been hit with ill luck?”
“Ill luck?” I shake my head. “Not at all. If we have any luck, it is all good.”
She sits back on her knees, surprised. “Really?”
I nod, turning her hand over and pressing my lips to the inside of her wrist, where she is softest. “I am positive our luck is good. O’jek resonated to the female he has pined after for many moons. I have resonated to the cleverest female, the one I did not realize was perfect for me until my khui opened my eyes. Now you carry my kit and my small clan will grow in size.” I touch her stomach, caressing her skin. “What is that if it is not good luck?”
F’lor pauses, considering this. “I suppose if it were bad luck you’d have resonated to Tia, huh? And I’d be with R’jaal?”
“You would chew that Tall Horn up and spit him out,” I agree, grinning. “You need a fierce, strong mate.”
“Apparently I need one that is ready to tell me how amazing he is?” She teases. “Because you are quick to toot your own horn there, buddy.”
I reach up and touch my horn, confused. “What is tewt and why do you think I am doing it to my horn?”
Her eyes widen, and then she collapses atop me, giggling. “That’s not what I meant,” she gasps, her shoulders shaking. “But damn, is that funny.”
“I am glad I can make you laugh,” I say, peevish. “It is another one of my duties as your mate.”
“Aww, someone’s grumpy.” She throws a leg over my chest and straddles me, naked. My cock, already morning-alert, now stiffens with anticipation. But she reaches for my face and squeezes my cheeks between her fingers, a rather unappealing expression, I think. She jiggles my face. “Still feeling lucky to have me?”
“Yes,” I say. “You are the best mate in the world. All other females pale before your magnificence.”
“Good answer,” she cries, and leans in to give me a smacking kiss. Her lips brush over mine again, and then she makes a breathless sound, scraping her nipples against my chest. “Do we have time for a quickie before we head out?”
I nod, glancing over to the front chamber of the cave, where O’jek sleeps with his mate. There is a privacy screen, but it will not conceal much. They have probably heard all of our conversation already. “You will need to be quiet.”
“Fuck that,” she tells me, and slides down to seat herself over my cock, rubbing her cunt up and down my shaft as she gives me a wicked grin. “I’m going to make you yell my name.”
A short time later, I have indeed called her name loud enough that the hills will ring with it. I am not even embarrassed. I like that F’lor stakes her claim upon me. I like that she has decided that I am hers, and she wants everyone to know this. I am a smug hunter as we say our goodbyes to O’jek and his mate D’see a short time later, for what male can be grumpy after such a morning? I know F’lor is worried over what the strange ship will have brought, but I am no longer afraid.