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)
So I remain quiet and still in his arms while he recovers.
I’rec sighs heavily and lifts his head. His eyes are heavy-lidded, from either the sex or fatigue, but damn, it’s a good look on him and it makes me tingle inappropriately. His gaze roams over me. “Did I hurt you?”
I snort, trying to throw some levity on the situation. “No. You might have temporarily rearranged some of my organs with that beast you’re wielding, but I’m fine.”
He grins down at me, and my heart flutters at the sight. “You think my cock is a beast, eh? A’tam’s is bigger.”
“I’m not fucking A’tam,” I point out. “And I’m also a lot smaller than Bridget.”
“You are small,” he agrees, his expression thoughtful. “You will have to tell me if I hurt you. I am still new to this.”
Which reminds me that we’re not supposed to be together. I grimace. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” He blinks at me.
“That it’s me. We both know it should have been Tia.”
I’rec grunts and then lifts me off of his cock, letting me slide to the floor. My knees don’t seem to be working properly, and I sag against him. He puts his arms around me, holding me tight. “Come sit,” he says, his voice more gentle than I think I’ve ever heard come from I’rec. “I will start a fire and we will figure out what comes next.”
After he steers me toward a seat by the fire, I hug my knees, feeling awfully naked and vulnerable. Rubbing my chest, I joke, “Considering that I’m still resonating? I’m guessing I’m coming next.” When he doesn’t laugh at my crack, I bite back a sigh. “How about food? I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since I left camp this morning.”
He looks immediately offended. “R’jaal did not feed you?”
“No. Why would he?”
“Because he wishes to mate you, that’s why.” I’rec shakes his head and heads deeper into the cave, eyeing the stacked supply baskets. “Piss-poor mate that he would be.”
“Stop it,” I chide. “Leave R’jaal alone. He’s just sad.”
I’rec turns and shoots me a look. “He should be sad. He has lost you.”
I don’t know what to say to that. It’s a compliment, yes, and I should be flattered. But a question immediately fires into my mind…does that mean you’re keeping me? I don’t say it aloud. I’m not sure I want to know the answer. I’m not a thing to be kept, anyhow. I’m my own person. I’ve been in a hut of my own for years now, and I can take care of myself. If I’rec decides we’re just going to fuck to get this out of our systems and then he’ll return to Tia, well, then it is what it is. As long as we’re both on the same page, I’ll be fine with whatever is decided.
Mostly.
I can’t deny that resonance isn’t already fucking with my head. Yesterday if you would have asked me how I’d react to the thought of Tia returning to Icehome Beach after several long years? I’d say about fucking time, because I know I’rec’s been waiting on her. Today, though, I just want to claw her eyes out and plant a foot in her ass and send her back.
I rub my resonating chest and frown to myself. I’m not the angry, possessive sort. I’m the one that just wants everyone to be happy. This isn’t like me.
Then again, animalistic sex in the snow with a younger alien man isn’t like me, either.
I’rec returns to my side and unrolls a fur. He slides it around my shoulders and tucks it under my chin to warm me, then tucks it under my legs to make sure that I’m nice and cozy. After he’s done fussing over that, he hands me some dried jerky. “There is a waterskin here but it is frozen. I need to make a fire, and then we can have a drink.”
“Thank you,” I murmur, taking a bite of jerky as he kneels next to the cold firepit.
He squats next to the fire in the completely shameless way of someone who’s used to being nude. His legs are spread slightly as he works, and I get an absolute eyeful of full-frontal nudity. I’rec’s cock is still shiny with wetness from our most recent mating, and it juts out from his body, hard and erect as if he’s ready to go again at any time. He’s hairless between his thighs and so I get an excellent view of his balls, too, which seem rather large and tightly tucked underneath his cock. Behind him, his tail casually flicks on the floor, catlike.
As he breaks down some fuel-cakes to create the fire, I catalog the differences in his appearance from R’jaal’s Tall Horn traits. Every single alien on this planet is attractive, and the full-blooded mesakkah—like Mardok—are a strong-featured, noble-looking race. Like them, the islanders have broad features and chiseled jaws. The islanders are a lighter blue, without the thick plated ridging that covers the sa-khui and the mesakkah.