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)
“You want to taste me?” I whisper, tracing my hand down one of his biceps. He’s got a thick vein here that fascinates me, and I can’t resist touching it.
He groans, and I think for a moment he’s going to do just that. But then he pushes my thighs apart and surges between my legs, and he’s inside me, seated to the hilt. His spur teases my clit as he thrusts deep, and then I’m racing towards another orgasm as he shuttles inside me, moving so fast that I couldn’t possibly keep up, even if I wanted to. It unlocks the next climax, and I come again as he pounds into me with frenzied effort.
By the time he comes, I’m wrung out. He collapses atop me with a low, deep groan and clutches me against him, as if he’s afraid I’m going somewhere. We pant in silence for a few minutes, and when I come to my senses, I realize he’s still atop me, sprawled over my body as if it’s where he belongs.
My heart squeezes painfully. I’m definitely cursed. How could I receive a blessing like resonance, only for my mate to be taken from me and given to another? It’s got to be a curse. I’ve pissed off spirits somewhere—I’m not even sure if this planet has spirits, but it must—and tomorrow I’m going to take a page from my mother’s playbook and sacrifice something to appease any wounded parties that might be dwelling in the shadows.
Because knowing that I’rec’s going to fuck me and get me pregnant and then run straight to Tia the moment we stop resonating? It hurts far more than it should. We’re supposed to just be friends and yet my brain can’t seem to wrap around that concept. It keeps trying to play the “what next” game without realizing there is no next for us.
I’rec props himself up on his elbows, gazing down at me. His hips grind against mine, and I realize that he’s still half-hard even though he just came. Fucking resonance. “I am sorry,” he tells me, and then brushes a sweaty lock of hair off my face. “I meant for foreplay to last longer. I could not hold out as long as I wanted.”
He’s apologizing? For boning the brains out of me? I manage a chuckle, pushing my sad thoughts away. “If it lasted any longer, I’d have melted into a puddle.”
A satisfied grin stretches his face and oh, I like that far too much. There’s a wildness to I’rec, a brute force sort of edge to his personality that is making me zing like crazy. I shouldn’t be fluttering all over from his stupid smile. I’ve seen him smile a dozen times before…just not when he’s balls deep inside me. That makes things different.
Definitely cursed. As my khui continues to hum loudly, I run a hand down his side. “Do you think this land has ghosts?”
“Ghosts?” His brows furrow. “I do not know what you mean.”
I pat his arm. “Doesn’t matter. All places have ghosts. I’ll find something for them, too.”
Tomorrow morning, I’m going to have my hands full with offerings to appease whoever I’ve made unhappy. Then, perhaps with a few happy spirits, we’ll counteract whatever damage sukob is sure to inflict.
Chapter
Eight
I’REC
Because we have resonated, there is a feast and a celebration that night. F’lor and I emerge from our hut to spend time with the others, but we yet hum with need. After eating – and greeting the newly-returned D’see and O’jek, who have also resonated – we retreat back to F’lor’s hut and are on each other once more. We kiss and touch, mating through the night and into the early morning with a frenzied purpose.
Yet even after a full night together, we still resonate to one another. Shortly before dawn, I grab her by the hips and push into her from behind, only to find her wet and willing. I rock into her body until we both come, my cock buried in her pussy and my spur pushing against her back entrance. For some reason, I find that fascinating, and it makes me want to take her again, just to watch the way our bodies join together.
But the moment we are done, F’lor gets out of bed and gets a pan of water. She chips the ice off the surface and then cleans herself, shivering as she mops between her thighs. “More resonating,” she says, a hint of defeat in her voice. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to be done.”
I grunt, my hands behind my head as I relax in the furs. I find I am not quite so ready to be done. Resonance is intense, but it is an excellent kind of intense. “It will end soon enough. Come back to the furs. We can get another round in before the morning meal.”