By the time the climax ebbs, I'm oversensitive. I push at Rukh's head, indicating I want him to stop. He gives me one last possessive lick and then lifts his head. Our eyes meet and his are ferocious with need, his mouth wet from my juices. God, he's sexy. I reach for him, dazed, because I want to feel his weight over me. There's nothing I like more than Rukh's body over mine, pressing me into the furs. It's been far too long since I felt it, and I need it just as much as I needed that hard, fierce orgasm.
Rukh moves over me, and I lift my knees, sliding my legs around his hips. I sigh as he braces himself over me, because I love this next part. The feel of him pushing into me is sheer bliss, and I close my eyes as his cock nudges at my entrance.
"Har-loh," he murmurs. His hair, loose and wild, tickles at my skin as it falls over me.
"I'm yours," I tell him. "Har-loh's all yours."
He sinks deep in one swift stroke and I suck in a breath. Oh god, I love the feel of my body stretching around him, adjusting to his length. That first press is the best, and when he shifts his weight, his spur rubs against my over-sensitive clit. I moan, wrapping my arms around him as he begins to work his hips. Rukh's still new to sex and his stamina is not what it could be, but I don't mind. He always makes me come at least once before he finishes, and that's good enough for me. I love the touching and being wrapped around each other. I love the connection.
I love being owned by him.
8
RUKH
I come far too quickly. I always want to last longer, to make every moment seated deep inside Har-loh's body last forever, but it never does. Hot pleasure rushes through me as I fill her with my seed, and she holds me close as I collapse atop her. My mate strokes my mane and murmurs sounds at me, her voice sweet and gentle.
"Rukh," she says, and taps my chest. Then she taps hers. "Har-loh." She gestures at the two of us. "Together."
Her meaning is clear. We are a pair, meant to be one. "To-geddur," I agree, and am rewarded with a happy smile. Har-loh is mine, and I am Har-loh's. We are togeddur. In this moment, and in everything.
I wake up with my mate's warm body wrapped around me. Har-loh clings to me in her sleep, and it makes me happy. It is as if she misses me, even when her eyes are closed. I like that. I hold her tight, stroking her soft skin as she dozes, content to watch her. I could lie here in the furs with her all day long, breathing in her sweet scent and pushing my cock into her wet cunt. It would be a good day.
But it does not feed my mate, and there is much to be done. We must have food, and we must be ready for our kit when it comes. I touch her belly, careful not to wake her. She is still flat here, but if it is like the animals in nature, she will swell up when our kit is coming. I cannot wait to see that.
For the first time in my life, I look forward to more than just the next meal, the next sleep. I look forward to a life with Har-loh, warm and snug in our cave, our kit bundled into the furs with us.
I ease out of our nest, making sure that Har-loh is covered with the thick furs, and head outside. The beach is quiet, the only sound the constant roll of the tide and the occasional screech of a distant bird. The skies are gray, but it does not look like snow. It is a good day to go hunting, and we still need more things. We need more meat, more furs. We need fuel for the fire—I noticed we were out. There are plants to gather and berries to find. There are—
"Rukh?"
I turn and look at my mate. She stands in the entrance to the cave, furs clutched to her bare skin. There is a sad look on her speckled face.
"Yewgoin huntin?" she asks. "Hunt?"