Page 61 of His to Worship
Her body sags below me, still in that perfectly beautiful arch. I take a moment to catch my breath and then I carefully pull out, keeping my hands around her hips to support her. My seed drips out of her and I cannot help but use my clawless finger to push it back inside of her. Then, after helping her roll onto her back, she sprawls out in front of me. Her eyes are heavy with pleasure and she smiles at me before holding her arms open invitingly.
I move forward, laying on top of her but still carefully supporting the brunt of my weight. Her knees clench around my hips and I grunt when her wet warmth rubs against me again.
“Be careful, ti khesi,” I warn, placing soft kisses to her collarbone. “I am trying to give you a break.”
She gives a breathy laugh and then says, “Fuck breaks.”
THIRTY-SIX
- sedona -
It’s probably around lunchtime that we finally make it out of the hut. Of course, I’m not thrilled about what I have to do next. And neither is Kuvier.
“I do not like this part of the plan,” he murmurs to me in English as we move hand-in-hand through the village.
“I know, but you know that he won’t listen if you’re around,” I counter, doing my best to ignore the harsh stares from the rest of the village.
I know exactly what they’re staring at and they can keep staring for all I care. After I showed Kuvier my own version of care, he used my new comb to gently detangle my hair. I left Renata’s intricate braids in but pulled the back into a low top knot. I did it on purpose to show off the raised and slightly scabbed bite mark in the crook of my neck.
“Are we sure that he will listen regardless?” Kuvier mutters banefully.
I sigh as we come within sight of Junq’s hut. “No, not at all, but this is our best chance to do this in a way that won’t end with an all-out war.”
He pulls me to a stop before we’ve fully crossed the still-cleared pit. Completely uncaring of the eyes on us, he leans down and captures my lips with his. The kiss is slow, sensual, and entirely distracting.
And over way too soon.
“If you feel unsafe, just call for me. I will end them all.” His promise is chilling, and the hard look in his eyes tells me that he means every word.
“I know, and I will. Now, wait here.” Squeezing his hand, I steal myself and walk away, crossing the last few feet to stand outside of Junq’s hut. Time to play my first chess piece.
I knock the bone chimes that hang out of his door a few times, and finally, the covering over the hut moves to the side. In front of me stands Viquum, the other elder who tried to make my life more difficult than it needed to be.
I push a warm smile to my face and say in Lieq, “Hello, may I speak to the atan?”
He cocks an eyebrow but says nothing, simply stepping aside. I walk by him, doing my best not to physically lean as far away as possible. Junq’s hut is oppressively warm and full of vifer baskets and stone and bone decorations. It’s much bigger than any of the others I’ve seen, but that doesn’t shock me at all; he’s clearly over-compensating.
“Female, I am surprised to see you on this day,” Junq says from the fur he sits on. Tiqii sits next to him, sharing the same fur mat as he does.
Alright, Sedona, time to turn up the charm.
“Yes, my atan,” the words feel like powder in my mouth, “I have come to seek a request.”
His eyebrow arches and he seems intrigued, just as I knew he would be. I know this type of man well. My mother dated many of them, and right now, I’m going to use her tool kit for getting what she wanted out of them. Step one, make them think you need them so they feel they have power over you.
“State your request.” He waves his hand importantly and I settle myself to my knees, sitting back on my heels and doing my best to look demure.
Step two, make them feel that they are right. “My atan, I must apologize deeply. I fear that I have not been reasonable.”
“I would say, girl,” Tiqii cuts in, her voice hard. I pay her no mind, my pleading eyes on Junq and Junq alone.
“In what way?” Junq is curious, I can tell. It’s working, I just have to maintain my momentum.
“I have not been understanding of your customs and traditions.” I shake my head sadly as if ashamed of myself. “I have wished to be considered amongst your clan, but have not respected the laws you have put in place.”
“And of what customs do you speak?”
“The Rites, my atan. After watching them for myself yesterday, I have had a change of heart,” I declare, my voice dripping with ingenuine sincerity. “I did not like this before, but I see now how it can put a female at ease. It shows that I am able to be protected and provided for and I have shared this with the other human women.”