His eyes gleam wickedly. “Never disappointed.”
We kiss again, and he tugs at the ties of my dress. The next few minutes are spent quickly undressing, and then we’re naked together. My body’s a little different than when we first mated – my breasts are full with milk, my belly’s rounded and a little soft, and my hips feel a little bigger than before. But the way Rukh looks at me? I’ve never felt sexier.
He raises a hand and brushes his knuckles against my nipple, and a bead of milk wells up. “I liked your body before, my Har-loh, but now…you steal my breath from my body.”
I shiver at the raw need in his voice. I tug on his braid again, indicating that I want him down on the blankets. We can make long, luxurious love in a bit – for now I just want my mate inside me, and I want him to hold me. I crave the closeness that only sex can bring. When he kneels onto the furs, I push him backward, releasing his hair.
Rukh falls onto his back and I bend over him, running my mouth and hands over that gorgeous chest. He touches me as I do, his hands roaming over my skin as I drag my mouth over one hard nipple and then tongue the ridges over his breastbone. I lick my way down his flat, hard belly and then down to his cock.
“I want inside you,” he growls, and his hand fists in my hair. “Not your mouth. In my mate. In her body.”
I nod quickly. I want that, too. He releases my hair and I slide a leg over his hips, straddling him. It’s an awkward position because of his spur, but I raise up on my knees and use my hand to guide him into me, then slowly sink down.
A moan escapes my throat as he thrusts his hips upward, cramming his cock into me. God, that feels incredible.
“Shhh,” he whispers. “They will hear you.” But then the terrible man reaches up and caresses my sensitive breasts, and it’s not like I can keep quiet.
I moan again. I don’t care if anyone hears us. They’re having a party and I doubt anyone would care. Meanwhile, my mate – my gorgeous, glorious, handsome mate – raises his hips up again and thrusts into me, his hand moving to my hip to hold me steady on him. The spur slides through my pussy lips and brushes up against my clit with every stroke of his cock, and it just adds to the intense pleasure. Having sex with Rukh is always mind-blowing. I move my hips faster, until we’re slamming against each other, and the orgasm I’m chasing starts to bloom in my belly. It’s not quite there, and I grit my teeth, pushing harder against him, rocking my hips even more.
And because he knows me so well, he reaches between my legs and pinches the top of my pussy. Now, when his cock shuttles into me, the spur slicks against the lips of my sex harder than ever. I cry out as the orgasm takes hold, and I’m oblivious to everything – Rukh trying to shush me, my mate’s roughly jerking hips, the party going on in the other part of the cave – as the sweet rush of the orgasm rolls through me. I ride Rukh until the last ounce of the orgasm is wrung from my body and I go limp with pleasure. He rolls us over until my back is to the furs and he hitches one of my legs up, and then fucks me hard until he comes, and the force of his orgasm sends happy little aftershocks of excitement through my body.
He collapses on the furs, panting and sated, next to me. I immediately roll against him and snuggle against his chest. My nose burrows against his neck and I inhale his scent – wild, sweaty, and wonderful. “I love you.”
“You are my heart,” he tells me, brushing my tangled hair from my face.
I smile and cuddle against him for a moment longer, enjoying the sounds of our breathing mixed together. It feels weird not to have to tense for a baby noise – a wail, a restless hiccup, anything. It’s nice but at the same time, I can’t wait to get Rukhar back. Well, soon. My hand strokes down Rukh’s chest, over his suede-like skin. “Are you happy?”
“Of course.”
I sit up on my elbows and peer at his face. That’s a quick answer. “No, I mean, are you really happy here? I know you loved the cave by the sea. I know it’s hard when there are so many people around. Are you really and truly happy?” The tiny worry that’s been gnawing at me for the last month has finally surfaced. “Or are you just putting up with it because of me and Rukhar?”
He gives me a strange look, as if I’ve asked a weird question. His big hand brushes the tangled hair off my shoulder. “Am I happy to be here with the bad ones?”
I try not to flinch at his expression.
He sees it, and he taps my chin with his finger. “My father filled my mind with his ideas. His thoughts of good and bad. I never thought that he could be wrong. Now that I have you, and I have met the others? Sometimes it is frustrating, but more than anything, I am relieved that we are not alone. That you are not in danger because I cannot be everywhere at once. That we have others to lean on.” Rukh looks thoughtful. “And it is strange to have a brother…but I like it.”