WARREK

Her stream of questions is difficult to concentrate on when all I can think of is how her hands feel on my thigh and where she will put them next. “Touch me how you like,” I manage to grit out.

“Okay, but the moment I see a hint of an O-face, I’m pulling back.”

I am about to agree with her strange words when she lightly strokes my shaft.

Then, it is impossible to think of anything. I am lost to the sensation of her delicate fingers dancing against my skin, the murmurs of appreciation she makes as she explores me, the soft fan of her breath against my flesh. “Ridges here, too. Sweet lord have mercy. And it feels like your skin is even hotter here. Wow. And you’re big, too. I mean, I knew you’d be big, but…this seems big.” Her fingers squeeze the underside of my cockhead. “Can’t-quite-get-my-fingers-around-you big. Not that I’m an expert on big, but seeing up close and personal, it’s a little intimidating.”

I grunt, because I do not wish to influence her. Let her touch me as she likes; I will enjoy all of it.

“Is your spur sensitive?” she asks, whispering. Her fingers graze the length of it, and I am about to tell her no when she strokes the underside. That small brush of her fingers sends a shudder rippling through my body, and I have to bite back my groan of response.

“I’m thinking that’s a yes.” Suh-mer flutters her hands over my length again. “There’s so much here, and you’re so…gorgeous. I think I might need to give myself a moment.”

“Take what you need,” I manage thickly.

“If you say so.” Her tone is suddenly playful, and in the next moment, her mouth is closing over the head of my cock. The breath leaves my body as she flicks her tongue against my skin and then swirls it, over and over. Suh-mer makes a small noise of pleasure as she does. Her hand curls against my shaft, as if feeding it to her.

And then I have to look. I will die if I do not.

The sight of her sucking on my cock is the most incredible thing I have ever seen. Her eyes are closed in an expression of pleasure, and her lips are drawn taut around the girth of my shaft. Just the sight is amazing, but the feeling of her tongue on me coupled with it?

It makes me mad with need.

I put my hand on her head, tangling in her mane. “Take your mouth off of me before I lose myself on your tongue.”

She pulls back, surprised. “Did I do bad? Or something wrong? Or—”

“Nothing wrong,” I assure her, and sink to my knees. I put my hands on her body, gliding up and down her back. The urge to touch her—to take her—is rising inside me. “It felt too good.”

Her little giggle sounds pleased. “Gotcha.”

“If I am going to spend, I wish to do so inside you.” I lean in, capturing her mouth with mine.

“Oh,” she says softly. “I want that, too.” Her arms go around my neck, and she pushes her teats against my chest.

Kissing her, I bear her back down to the furs. Humans are smaller than sa-khui females, and I feel a bit of worry that I will be too big for her, in all ways. But Jo-see is smaller than Suh-mer, and she has borne two kits for her big mate, with another on the way. Surely there will be no problems.

Even so, I am cautious as I position my body over hers. I brace my weight on my elbows, careful not to crush her.

Suh-mer does not feel the same wariness I do—she eagerly wraps her legs around my hips and arches up against me. “I want you inside me, Warrek. No more waiting.”

I nod. It is what I want. I rock my hips, dragging my cock along the wet folds of her cunt. She is slick with her need, and the feel of her is beyond pleasure. Her little moan as I do only makes me want to tease her more. I glide up and down, wetting my length with her juices. I do this until she is crying out my name, begging me to enter her. I want that. I want that more than anything. Even now, the sultry way she says my name makes my cock tighten, ready for release.

I pause to kiss her again, mating my tongue with hers. She responds eagerly, hungry for more, and she clings to me, her touch demanding. “Now,” she whispers. “Now, now now now.”

“Now,” I agree, fitting the head of my cock against the entrance to her core. Tonight, we wait no longer.

I push at her entrance, but she is tight despite how wet she is. With another kiss, I pull back and decide to push into her with my fingers again, thrusting. She makes a small noise of protest, but her mouth is captured by mine, and she soon loses herself in the kiss. I continue to stroke my tongue against hers, thrusting in with my fingers. When she is even more slippery than before, I add a third finger, trying to stretch her.

“Warrek,” she pants between kisses. “Please.”

I nod and mount her again, determined to try once more. This time, when I push at her entrance, she gives way, and her little whimper at my invasion is followed by her digging her nails in.

“Don’t stop,” she tells me. “Don’t stop until you’re in all the way.”

I groan, panting against her mouth. It is taking everything I have to go slowly. She is tight and narrow, and I fear I will hurt her. “We must go slow—”

“No,” she tells me, trying to raise her hips.

“Stop,” I caution. “Do not—”

“I don’t hurt, Warrek. I want you in me, not just the tip. You can’t break me, I promise!” Her hands are all over me, touching my cheek, my neck, smoothing down my shoulders. She meets my gaze. “I promise I’d tell you if something was wrong.”

I nod. I trust her. I press my forehead to hers and push forward a bit more, ever so slowly. Her body seems to instinctively clasp mine, and when she makes no noises of pain or protest, I push deeper.

“Spur,” she gasps. “Spur, spur, spur.”

I freeze, worried I’ve hurt her. “It is a problem?”

“Oh, fuck no. It’s the best thing ever.” The look on her face is nothing short of bliss. “Oh god, do that again.”

Thrust into her? I do so again—carefully—and she makes the most intriguing squeal. She likes it. I am pleasuring her. Relief courses through me, and I kiss her again with enthusiasm as I push into her once more.

When I realize I will not break her with my body, I relax and begin a rhythm, moving over her. Our hips move, and she pushes up when I thrust down, creating more friction between us. There is no sensation like that of her cunt clasping me tight, and it is the best thing I have ever felt. Normally I am quiet, but tonight, in her arms, I have no words to describe this. No words to say how I am feeling. I just rest my hand on her brow, gaze into her lovely eyes, and claim her body with my cock.

She trembles under me, and every time I thrust, she makes that soft half-squeal, half-moan, a shudder rocking through her. I can feel her desire rising, can feel her cunt tighten around my cock.

“Oh my god,” she breathes between thrusts. “It’s like you’re hitting me in the money spot every time you move. I think a spur is my…new…favorite…thing.” Her eyes widen, and she trembles around me. “Oh fuck!”

She comes and comes hard, her cunt clenching tight around me. I can feel every ripple of her pleasure through her body, and it squeezes my length and makes it impossible for me to stop. I growl low in my throat and bend over her like an animal, mindlessly mating. The only thing in my world at this moment is her body against mine and the soft cries of her release. I cannot stop myself. I pump into her with all the need and urgency that has been building these many days, ever since we left the ship.

No—ever since she put her mouth on mine and kissed me. My cock has not gone down since.

Just thinking about that makes a tremble rip through my form, and I feel my sac tighten again, my body ready to release. This time I welcome it; there is no reason to hold back any longer. I let go, moving with fierce need as my release moves through me.

I realize dimly that I am roaring as I empty into her, filling her with my seed. It does not matter; the tribe knows she is mine.

Now they just know I can be as loud as her.