Home. After weeks of being captive, it feels so nice to think of a place as home. “Where can we go?” I ask him, lacing my fingers in his. “Lead on.”
But he hesitates. “Do you feel well, my resonance? Do you want to rest? To sleep?”
“Right now, I want to tear your clothing off and put my mouth all over you,” I tell him, and the purring in my chest increases. So does the wetness between my legs. If I had panties, they’d be soaked.
Vektal’s nostrils flare, and he stifles a groan in his throat. Before I can react, he throws me over his shoulder and begins to storm off into the darkness. “We will return at daybreak,” he calls to one of his men.
“Enjoy the resonance,” the man calls back, and there is envy in his voice.
I wiggle with excitement on Vektal’s shoulder. God, I should not be so aroused, but I am. The khui humming through my system is making me feel warm and good, and the intense arousal feels like a bonus. Why was I so against the thing? I touch my breastbone and feel it humming happily underneath. If this is all it takes to live at Vektal’s side for the rest of my life, I’ll take it.
I mean, there aren’t any toilets, but living as a barbarian? Not so bad when you’ve got a big, sexy barbarian male with you.
Vektal tromps through the snow for several minutes, and just when I’m about to shove a hand down my own pants and take care of business, he stops. “Here is far enough.”
He sets me down, and I look around with a frown. We’re in the middle of nowhere, a few scattered trees nearby. There’s a large flat rock here, about waist height, and the sight of it arouses me because I picture Vektal mounting me from behind and fucking the daylights out of me. My thighs tighten again. “Here?”
His hand goes to my neck, and he pulls me against him in a brutal, possessive kiss. “Here we are far enough away that when they hear you scream with pleasure, they will not think to come and rescue you.”
I blush at his words, but they make heat pool in my veins. “You are one sexy beast, you know that?”
“All I know is that I am yours,” he says to me. His mouth captures mine again, and I feel the scrape of his fangs a moment before his tongue swipes against mine, the bumps playing against my own tongue and sending a spike of fierce desire through me.
I moan and slide my hands into the laces of his leggings. “I want your skin against mine,” I tell him. “All of you, against me.” My khui hums an agreement. A moment later, my wandering hands brush against the head of his cock, and I feel drops of pre-cum against the crown of his cock. I lift one to my mouth and moan at the taste of him. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before: sweet, musky, and delicious. He tasted good pre-khui, but now . . . I drop to my knees in front of him. “God, I really want to suck your cock.”
“It is said that the taste of a resonance mate is like no other flavor,” he murmurs, his hand brushing through my hair. “I know there is no finer thing than your dew on my tongue.”
Dew? We’d have to talk about love words in the future. I smile up at him and pull at his pants until his cock is freed from his lacings. I take him in my hand and moan my pleasure at the hot, throbbing length of him and then lick the droplets beading on the crown. Each one is delicious. My hand steals to my own thighs, sliding into the leggings that Maylak gave me so I can rub myself as I touch him. I’m absolutely wild with lust, and I need him right this moment or I’m going to lose my mind. All the while, the khui is humming and throbbing a tune in time with Vektal’s.
It feels amazing. I sink a finger into myself and moan. It’s not enough.
“On your back for me,” my mate breathes, his hands caressing me. “If you must be filled so quickly, let me be the one to do it.”
I don’t need any convincing. I’m so wet, so slippery that I know I can take him. Feeling naughty, I get up on the stone and press my belly to it, my hips in the air. “Let’s do it from behind, Vektal. Remember? That night in your cave? You said you’d never done it that way.”
He growls, and I feel his mouth press to my back. “Never . . . tails . . .”
“But I have no tail,” I say and wiggle my ass at him.
Vektal grips my hips, and his hands rip at my leggings. I’m trying to help him, too, and then my ass is exposed to the chilly air and my pants are around my knees. I feel the hard press of his cock against my hip, and I spread my thighs wider—as wide as my clothing will allow. “Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”