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I stay still and savor it for a moment, wanting this to last, and wanting to tease him with only the pulse of my pussy around him, but I start moving a second later. My body raises up and down, my pussy sliding along his ridged length, the tip pushing against my cervix every time I lower myself down completely. I try to go slow, but when he begins meeting me thrust for thrust, I lose what little control I have left.
I bounce on his dick, my hands on his chest for stability. I end every bounce with a deep grind, pressing his nodules against my clit with incredible friction. The pleasure builds, coiling tight in my belly, and I know I’m close.
“You are so tight, ti khesi,” Kuvier groans out, his eyes watching me with adoration. “So tight around my cock. So wet for me.”
I whine when he gives a particularly deep thrust as we crash into each other. “Only for you.”
“Whose cunt is this?” he demands as he reaches up and tweaks my nipples, making my cries grow louder.
“Yours.” My eyes screw shut and my movements become erratic. “Always yours.”
Kuvier sits up so our chests are pressed together. He wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes just enough, pulling me to his lips. The kiss is sloppy and dirty and so fucking good. He sucks on my tongue and then pulls away before kissing down my jaw. I know where he’s headed, but I’m too deep in ecstasy to feel an ounce of nerves. All I feel is want. I want this so bad I can taste it.
“Mark me. I want the world to know whose I am,” I encourage through breathy pants.
Caught in the lusty haze, he doesn’t hesitate. When he bites my neck, breaking the skin, it stings sharply at first. But then, a wave of warmth spreads from the bite, through my body and straight to my clit. Along with the mix of pain and pleasure, a surge of energy courses through me. I gasp when I feel it. The mate bond flares to life for me for the first time, and I feel a line snap between us, like a primal connection.
“Oh my god,” I call out. “I feel it. I can feel the bond.”
This does him in, he flips us over until I’m on my back again and he pumps in me at a punishing pace. His teeth are still on the crook of my neck, flooding my body with warmth. He hits the perfect spot, deep inside me and I see stars.
I shatter around him, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave. My cries fill the hut, mingling with his groans as he follows me over the edge, spilling into me. His thrusts slow and he takes his mouth off, giving the wound a soft lick. Then, he presses his forehead to mine as we ride out our climax together.
When he finally stills and both of our hearts slow just a bit, he moves his lips to mine in a coppery kiss. Then he gingerly pulls out and rolls to the side, collapsing on the furs and immediately dragging me closer. His nose buries in my hair and we stay there for a long minute, our bodies entwined and our chests heaving in passionate rhythm.
He strokes a hand over my hip and murmurs into my hair, “Mine?”
“Yours.” My voice has quiet conviction and I press a kiss to his jaw. “Always.”
THIRTY-FIVE
- kuvier -
“Ugh, my hair is so tangled now. That half-up half-down thing they made me wear yesterday was a nightmare. Now, the back of my head is one big knot.”
I watch my mate pull at her mane with her fingers in frustration from my spot lounged across our furs. Her bare back is to me and I enjoy watching the way her curves move and bend with every motion. The fire is stoked high, as I woke up before her to ensure the hut would not grow too cold. And I am grateful for my forethought. I should like my mate to remain naked for as long as possible.
“It may be inconvenient, but you were breathtaking,” I compliment my eyes trained on the mark on her neck that I can glimpse the edge of.
She turns around to look at me and smiles. “Thank Renata, she did the braids. Tiqii wanted to, but there was no way I was letting that woman near my hair.”
“Tiqii is difficult because she was my father’s mate and my mother bore a son to him before she could,” I tell her matter-of-factly.
She pauses, her eyes growing with recognition. “Wait, was the dude from yesterday, the one with the white and red fur, your brother?”
I scowl. “Kuvit is his name, and I do not consider him as such nor does he consider me, but we share the same father, yes.”
“No offense, but everybody in this tribe needs to work on their blame placement because it is all off.” Her nose crinkles with disdain and I cannot help but smile at her sense of righteousness.
Her hands are still trying to carefully pull apart knots and tangles. I reach up and still them with my own.
“I wish to share something with you. It is about your mane.” She looks at me curiously, letting her hands fall away from her head.
“What is it?”
“A custom of my people.” Her face crumples slightly and I cannot help but grin. “A good one this time, I promise.”
She relaxes, hesitation being overtaken by curiosity. “Okay, I wanna know.”