Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
But I know she is avoiding me. I am not stupid. She has made it clear that my presence offends her, and so I have tried to give her space. Tried to keep my focus on the hut I have been making for her, because being near her and not being able to touch her is maddening.
Vivi’s kisses have made everything worse. Before, I knew that touching her would be pleasant, but I did not realize how much I would need her. How much I’d crave her mouth on mine again. Now I know what she feels like when she rubs up against me, and what her lips taste like. It has made fighting resonance that much more difficult.
I hope with the gift of the hut…I hope we can start over, or that she can get past the offense that my body creates in her. I might be tall and strong, but I also have two cocks, and this, Jason assures me, is why she panicked. She is clearly appalled and disgusted.
Rubbing my chest, I decide it is time. Time to give Vivi her gift. I head down the sandy beach, feeling the thrum of my khui in there. It grew quiet earlier, sending me into a panic until the a’ani Thrand mentioned that Vivi had gone hunting with his mate Nadine. She must have been out of range, but she is back now, because my chest is full of song once more. I head toward the fire, ready to confront the strongest, most perfect of females and to demand—no, ask—that she be mine.
This section of the beach is full of activity. There are females showing others how to sew leathers, and another is mixing a smelly dye concoction over a small fire. The main fire has food cooking and many people around it. Sabrina is deep in conversation with I’rec, Kyth standing near her. Valmir and Chalath are discussing weapons with Vordis and Raahosh. Two males skin their catches and show children how to butcher them, and someone else is laying seaweed out to dry on a rack. Everywhere here, people are laughing and talking, chatting despite their chores.
I do not see Vivi, but then again, she would not be in the thick of things. It is not her way.
So I head through the thick of things, not stopping to join the weapons conversation (though I would love to) or to pause to eat a quick meal by the main fire. I do not stop to tell I’rec that I have made the best hut, though I know I have. I do not challenge any males to a skirmish, though I know Valmir is itching for a fight. Vivi is the most important thing.
There, at the far end of camp, past the latrine huts and near the tiny cave where B’shit does pottery, my beautiful, strong mate is talking with a dark-skinned female. Thrand’s mate. They test the bend of long, pipe-like reeds and gesture at the length. Her back is to me, and she has not noticed my approach.
I stride boldly forward, my khui’s song loud and intense. “I must speak to the best female on the planet.”
Vivi stiffens, and Nadine hides a smile. My mate turns to look at me, a betrayed look on her face. “I’m busy, Skarr.”
“It’s all right,” Nadine says, putting the pole back in its place against the rocky cliff once more. “I should be getting back to Thrand and Deenie. Can you put these in the cave when you’re done looking at them? We can regroup in the morning.”
She nods at Nadine, not making eye contact with me as the other woman strides away. This is not how I’d hoped my approach would be welcomed, but it is also not surprising. Vivi is displeased with me, and this just confirms it. I do not please her as a mate, and the realization is crushing. I do not understand it. I am an excellent fighter and I know I will be among the best of the hunters. Yet she still does not want me. It fills me with despair.
Vivi puts the reeds back in place and gives me a wary look. “Do you have to do that?”
I am puzzled. “Do what?”
“Keep going on and on about how I’m the best female ever? To everyone?”
This offends her? “But why wouldn’t I? They should know how amazing you are.”
“I’m not amazing!” She makes a frustrated sound. “Why do you keep saying that?”
“Because it is obvious you are! If they do not see that, then they are fools.”
She smacks a hand to her forehead. “You going around and saying shit like that is going to make everyone look at me funny.”
“Then let them look! What does it matter?”
“It matters to me!”
“Why?”
She pauses and stares at me, as if the answer should be obvious. But it is not, not to me, so I gesture for her to explain. Vivi sputters, gesticulating. “I…I don’t know! I don’t like attention!”