"I have you," I whisper, my voice pitched low so we don't wake Pak. "I'm going to make you feel so good."
He buries his face against my neck, his hips bucking against my grip. I work him harder, pausing only to lick my hand to add lubrication so my strokes don't get too dry. I don't have to worry about that for long, though. Juth's cock leaks so much pre-cum as I stroke him that soon I'm covered in his stickiness, and he pumps his hips against my hands, his movements growing more desperate with every moment that passes.
I let him clutch me, his breath hot on my skin, and he pounds harder into my grip. I'm no longer in control of the hand-job. I just let him fuck my hand, squeezing my grip around him when I can. His fingers dig into my upper arms and then heat spurts across my belly. Juth's body stiffens and he makes a soft, choked sound as he comes, making a mess all over my stomach and thighs.
By the time he finishes, I'm just as out of breath as he is, but so, so pleased. He trembles as he lifts his head to look at me, and then pushes his mouth against mine in the sweetest, most unexperienced kiss ever.
I've never felt sexier.
15
JUTH
My female takes my breath away.
She touched me. Gave me pleasure. Held me while I came.
It is incredible to think I have a mate now. That I offered myself to her and she took me for her own. It is not something I ever imagined when we arrived on this cold shore. I thought that Pak and I would struggle to survive until one of us succumbed to the elements. I never imagined…a mate.
Yet I have been so foolish. Has she not made her interest plain with her constant gifts? They were courting gifts, I see that now. I do not know why I did not realize it before. I thought she felt pity for us, that she was feeding us and bringing us clothes and supplies because she thought I could not take care of my son. But…it was just Steff showing me that she can be a good mate. She was proving herself to me with kindness and sweet actions.
And I, fool that I am, was completely blind to this until she put her mouth on mine.
She wants a mate. For some reason, she has chosen me. Courted me. Put me above all others. I do not know why—because she has an Outcast name and feels close to us, perhaps. Or perhaps R'ven spoke highly of us. It does not matter. All I know is that she makes me happy. She brings me joy and makes me eager to see the suns rise the next morning.
A mate. I want to laugh with the sheer joy of it.
I rub my face against hers as she gives me a soft look, and then I scramble to my feet. My seed is all over her skin and I need to clean her off, to take care of her. As I look around the cave, though, I realize how little we have. Pak is independent and hardy. He is like me, used to doing a lot with very little. Steff, however, is fragile. She is cold often. She breaks her bones easily. She needs things.
I pick up a scrap of leather and return to her side, pleased that she reaches out to touch me even as I clean her off. I can still smell her arousal, and I want to bury my face between her thighs and discover the source of it, but I do not wish to harm her leg. It has pained her greatly today, and I do not want to hurt my mate.
All I want to do is please her.
Once her skin is clean of my seed, I offer her the waterskin, but she shakes her head. I drink, gulping down a great amount because I feel incredible. In this moment, I can take on a handful of the enormous shelled creatures outside. Two handfuls. Four. I will take on an entire island of them if that is what I need to do to make Steff safe. I set the waterskin aside for my son to finish in the morning, check over his sleeping form, and then lie down next to my new mate again. I itch to drag her into my arms and lick every bit of exposed skin, but…her leg. I must be patient. She needs time to heal.
I nuzzle at her neck again, though, and slide a hand to her full teats, because I love touching them. Her breath stutters and her arousal scent grows thick once more, and it occurs to me that I did not give her the same pleasure that she gave me. "Can I touch you?" I ask, aching with the need to do just that. "Or will it hurt you if I pleasure you?"