Steph's Outcast

He shakes his head, and I feel the movement with my head snuggled against his chest. I like leaning against him like this. I feel small and dainty and protected, and with my ear close to his heart, I can hear his khui gently humming to mine. It's my favorite sound in the world. "Hunting is good. The game leaps into your traps in the mountains. Some days I think it is easier than fishing." His fingers trail up my arm again, and his khui hums a smidge louder. "But I do not like that it keeps me away from you all day. I should have been here if you were feeling poor."

"But you're here now," I point out, dragging my nails lightly up his thigh. "And I'm feeling better."

Juth's chest rumbles low with pleasure. "Steff…we do not have to mate tonight. Not if your stomach—"

"My stomach is great now," I whisper, turning in his arms so I can kiss him. I wrap my arms around his neck and I'm pleased when his hands go to my skirt, hitching it up. "But an orgasm or two might make me feel better."

He groans, kissing my mouth hungrily. "Can I lick your cunt?"

As if I'd ever be foolish enough to say no. "I'd like that." I kiss him again, then press kisses along his jaw. "I'd also like your big, fat cock filling me up," I tell him, my breath in his ear. "I'd like for you to drive into me so hard that we shake the hut and everyone on the beach hears you fucking me."

Juth hitches up my skirt, his breath coming sharp and fast. He loves it when I talk dirty to him. I never thought of myself as much of a talker during sex, but I love pushing him over the edge. It adds an element of excitement to mating for both of us. "Which do you want first?" he asks, dragging my skirt up to my waist. "Do you want your wet little cunt licked clean? Or do you want me to claim you?"

"Both," I tell him, wriggling against him. "I want both."

"I want your pretty teats in my mouth first," he demands. "I want to rub them all over my face and lick your nipples until they are hard. Are they too sensitive today?"

I shake my head, my core clenching with excitement. My breasts have just gotten bigger with my pregnancy, and Juth could not be more delighted. I'm afraid they're going to be watermelons by the time I give birth, but I don't feel ungainly. If anything, I feel sexier, because Juth adores everything about me, even the changes. I told him about stretch marks and showed him a few old ones on the insides of my thighs, and he's excited for them to appear on my belly, because then our child will be closer to being born.

"Show me your lovely body, my mate," Juth demands, tearing at my clothes. "I want to kiss you all over."

Well, now I want that, too. I pull at my layers, and together, we manage to strip everything off of me with only a little effort. When I'm naked, he pushes me back onto the furs and teases my breasts until I'm panting and wild. He heads for my pussy next, and by the time he pushes into me, I'm onto orgasm number two. Our mating is quick and delicious, and I hold him close as he comes inside me, feeling warm and languid and oh-so-loved.

Afterward, Juth presses more kisses to my breasts, and I think about the other village, and Brooke and her new baby. I think about all the other people we haven't met, and running toilets. Toilets would be really, really nice. "Do you ever think about going to the other village?" I ask, playing with Juth's hair. "Just for a while?"

"Why?" He presses a kiss to my nipple, then licks the tip with his tongue, just to watch it stiffen.

"Because it's something different? Because it's a new place and new people? Because they have running toilets? And ready-made huts? Elly says that not all of them are full. Some of them are empty and all they need is a roof."

"What is wrong with the roof here?"

"Nothing." I wrap a lock of his thick hair around my finger, wondering if our baby will have the same thick texture as his hair or the finer, softer waves of mine. "I was just curious."

Juth runs his lips over the slope of my breast. "I do not like change, Steff."

I'm not surprised. "I know."

"There is nothing that the other village has that I want." He runs his face along the valley between my breasts—a valley that's wide open now that I'm on my back and the girls are wandering off to my sides—and kisses me over and over again. "You are here and you are happy here. Pak is happy here. My brother is here. We have friends and good food. We have good weather and warm homes. I have a mate that carries my kit and a full belly. My son has friends to play with, and we are part of a clan. Icehome clan."