“Painful?” I ask, gritting my teeth. “Do you hurt yourself?”

“S-spur,” she wheezes, her cunt clenching around me again. “Spur…keeps…hitting…”

I grip her hips tightly and when her rhythm falters, I pick up the pace, gloving myself into her tight cunt with each stroke. Her head goes back and she moves with me, our motions frantic. D’see cries out, her body squeezing and convulsing around me as she comes, and a round of fresh slickness from her cunt drenches me as she quivers. My sac tightens in response. The breath hisses from my chest and I bury myself deeper into her, pounding until my release explodes and then…bliss.

Stars dance behind my eyelids and black encroaches upon my vision as I come and come inside her, my sac so tight it feels as if it will draw up inside my body. I let out a low sound that might be her name, mangled in the onslaught of the intense release, and I’m dimly aware that she is collapsed atop me, breathing hard.

Her khui continues to sing against mine.

We pant together, breathless, and I lift one hand to stroke her soft mane. “My mate,” I manage in a thick voice. I am pleased. The urgency yet remains, reminding me that resonance has not quite been fulfilled. Not yet. But D’see’s scent is all over me, her body atop mine, and my cock even now twitches deep inside her, filling her with the last of my seed.

“I love you,” she manages again, her cheek pressed against my singing, humming chest. “I love you, O’jek.”

I stroke my fingers over her cheek. “I love you, too, my mate.” They are not words I am familiar with, these “love” words, but I know D’see needs to hear them. They do not feel sufficient for how deeply I care for her, how ingrained she is now in my spirit, how I would destroy anything and everything in this world to make her smile.

But if the “love” word is one she likes, I will tell it to her constantly, because she is mine and I am hers, and it is my duty as her mate to show her how happy she makes me.

“How’s your head?” she asks, tracing a finger over my chest. That small touch makes my cock jump, even though it is yet deep inside her and softening. I suspect I will not be soft for long, not with resonance pounding through my veins.

“What head?”

She chuckles, tapping a finger against my nipple and sending sparks of awareness through my tired body. “The one that got gashed?”

“I do not recall such things,” I murmur. “My pretty mate has squeezed the thoughts out of me with her strong thighs.”

D’see’s bright giggle fills the cave. “Play your cards right, and she’ll squeeze you again.”

“Tell me how to play cards and I will happily do so.”

“It’s an expression.” Her fingers circle my nipple, and I reach up and pluck her busy hand from my chest. She wants to keep touching and teasing, does she? I bring her fingertip to my mouth and nip at it, and I am rewarded with a jolt of response that goes through her body. “What do you suppose we do now?”

“Do? You wish to do something?”

D’see lifts her head, watching as I nibble on her finger. “Well, we’re still resonating.”

“A male dvisti might cover a female many, many times before she carries his young. Perhaps I need to cover you many times for it to take.”

“Mmmmm.” She sounds pleased at the thought. “I really should have asked for details, shouldn’t I? About resonance? I feel a little silly but it never occurred for me to ask if it happened on the first round or not. I guess this explains why some people stay away for days.”

Days. Alone with D’see and doing nothing but mating. “Perhaps they are just making sure their mates are good and truly full of their seed.”

She laughs again, tapping her finger against my lips. “I’m not a waterskin, silly. You can’t just fill me up and put a stopper in me and hope a baby comes out.”

I mock-bite her fingertip. “I had other ideas for what to put inside you.”

D’see’s laugh quickly turns to moans, and I show her precisely what I mean.

CHAPTER 33

DAISY

After a time, we finally roll out of the furs and stagger apart.

Or at least, I do. O’jek cradles his wounded head, squinting at what is most likely a headache pounding through his head. He won’t admit to it, being far too focused on resonance, but I worry about him. I head outside to pee and find that a bag of supplies has been left on a stake buried in the sand, just out of reach of the crabs and crawlers that love to comb the shore at night. I nab the bag and return to the cave, my thighs aching and sore from what must be hours of riding O’jek and his cock. Even now, just thinking about how many times he’s made me come makes everything inside me squeeze tight with pleasure, and my khui rumbles once more.

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