Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
The next morning, I wake up to Skarr’s mouth on my breasts. His weight is over my thighs, his lips tracing patterns on my skin. “Good morning,” he murmurs between kisses. “Can I lick your cunt?”
My thighs automatically spread, because resonance is making me ridiculously aroused, and he’s getting better with his tongue every time we’re together. Skarr makes a pleased noise and slides lower, gripping my hips and burying his face between my thighs. I whimper, sliding my legs over his shoulders, and I’m not surprised when he rolls onto his back, carrying me with him. I sat on his face last night and he absolutely loved it, coming so hard that he’d sprayed my back with his release.
I rock against his hungry mouth as his tongue plunges into me, and he groans, the sound muffled and full of hunger. He spears me with slick thrusts of his tongue and I lean forward, bracing my weight on my hands so I can angle things just right and rub my clit against his nose. Skarr can hold his breath for an insanely long amount of time, and it makes him going down on me that much more intense.
I ride his face until I come, and then I slide off of him, collapsing in the furs and panting. He watches me with heated eyes, his hand on first one cock, and then the other. I press my palm to my forehead, trying to catch my breath, and notice that it doesn’t frost in the air of the hut despite the fire we’ve kept going. “I think the weather is better this morning.”
The grunt he makes tells me that he doesn’t give a fuck about the weather right now. “Play with your teats for me,” he says, his head falling back in the furs, his gaze locked on me. “Make your nipples stand up.”
“Hey now, I’m the one that gets to give orders around here,” I tease. “Maybe I don’t want to.”
He groans, stroking his primary cock harder at my sass. I glance down his body at his hard cocks, and notice that the larger of the two—the “primary” and the one he reaches for first—is leaking a line of pre-cum down the head and over his fingers.
I lean over him and carefully pry his hand away. “It’s my turn to touch you.”
“Do it,” he rasps, his eyes wild with need.
I do, but I reach for his secondary cock first. I stroke it, working him with my fingers, and then I give my palm a messy, thorough lick and wrap my hand around him again and stroke. His breath stutters and his eyes widen. It’d really blow his mind if I licked him…
So I do just that. I lean down and lick his cock. Just once, and then he’s spurting his release all over my face and hands. He makes a sound that might be horrified, might be just relief at coming, and I stay still until he’s done. He drops back onto the furs with a sated sigh.
“Good?” I tease.
“Next time it will be better. I will be more ready for the glory that is your mouth.”
I chuckle at that, getting up to wipe my hands off with the nearest scraps of fur. When I’m done, I sit next to him in the bedding again, and he pulls me close. “Ah, my foolish mind,” he muses. “I do not miss the control of it.”
I poke his chest with my finger. “Quit acting like it’s mind control every time we touch each other.”
“It is true, is it not? Before I met you, I thought about battles and sparring and how to spring a move on my opponent. Now all I think about is your nipples and your clit and when I get to lick them. If that is not mind control, I don’t know what is.”
Sigh. This ridiculous man. Maybe the khui does have a touch of mind control, because instead of me being annoyed by his words, I find it…cute.
Pretty sure that means I’ve lost my mind, too.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
VIVI
When the twin suns are high in the sky, I poke my head out of the hut and test the air. I have to run to the bathroom anyhow, and right now I feel more like going to the tent-like latrines set on the far edge of camp rather than doing my business in the hut again. I want a privacy screen for that section of the house, I decide. I’m comfortable with a lot of things in this world but…not that comfortable.
I jog across camp, waving back awkwardly at the people that wave at me. I’ll probably never know how to strike up a comfortable conversation with anyone, but it’ll get easier with time. I hope. The weather does seem warmer, and several of the hunters have their skins spread on the pebbled sands, scraping them clean. Someone else is setting out drying racks for fish and seaweed, so I think it’s safe for Skarr to emerge. I finish my business and head back to my hut.