“You know what?” I ask, holding up my hand to interrupt him. “I don’t even want to know.”
We walk through the cute village that is full of colorful flowers and nice homes dug into the rolling hills. The Drandroka smile at me as we walk down the stone paths and I can’t help but wonder where all of the females are.
“Where are the women, Pontuck?”
He sighs. “The Sandroka have gone to the Land of the Nevatrun,” he says with sadness in his eyes.
“Why?” I ask, biting my bottom lip nervously.
“The Gods wanted them back.”
A cold shiver erupts down my back. “Where is the Land of the Nevatrun?” I ask, not really wanting to hear the answer.
He points up to the sky. “Up there.”
I cringe. It looks like earthling women aren’t the only species being abducted.
We get to Pontuck’s house and all of the sadness leaves his face as he opens the door and pulls me inside. His house is cute with a big comfy bed and a dining area with a rudimentary kitchen.
“I’m assuming you don’t have running water,” I say, cringing when I don’t see a toilet. He just shrugs, not knowing what I’m talking about.
Damn. I was really hoping that I didn’t have to do my business outside. Oh well, it can’t all be perfect.
Pontuck takes me into his arms and drops onto his bed, pulling me down on top of him. He grins a sexy grin as his hands slide down to my ass.
But it’s pretty fucking perfect. I’m not complaining.
I let my hair fall down, tickling his cheek. He licks his lips, and I groan at seeing his soft, turquoise tongue. I can already feel my clit tingling from the sight.
“I was wrong,” I whisper, keeping my lips within kissing distance.
He crinkles his eyebrows together. “About what?” he asks.
I swallow hard, making sure that I want to tell him this, but I’m sure. It feels right.
“I want to be your mate, Pontuck,” I say, feeling more vulnerable than when I was fighting the velociraptor.
He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and leans up to kiss me. His abs harden under my hand and I moan as his lips connect with mine in a soft loving kiss.
“You are Pontuck’s mate if you like it or not,” he says, pulling away and leaving my lips tingling.
I slide my hand up to his chest and feel the strong thumps of his heart. “You have Pontuck’s soum, my Rolanda,” he says as his heart beats against my palm. “If you leave you will take Pontuck’s soum and he will surely die. Please never go home.”
Heat radiates from his chest into mine as I lower my lips and kiss him. “I’m already home, Pontuck,” I say between kisses. “I’m already home.”
thirteen
A week goes by and I’m loving it here more and more every day. I spend the days hunting with Pontuck, exploring this strange but beautiful land. I’ve gotten really good with my bow and arrow and I can hit a poperwed running full sprint from a mile away. I even out-shot Pontuck in a friendly competition but I think he let me win.
The days are wonderful but the nights…oh wow, the nights. Pure bliss.
Pontuck continues to surprise me every night with his body that seems like it was designed to pleasure a woman. His cock hits every spot, every time and the vibrating bump on his pelvis continues to make me see stars.
I still get sad when I think of home but it’s less and less and the sadness doesn’t last as long as it used to when I was alone. I’m a fighter and I’m trudging forward, trying to make the best of the situation.
Of course, Pontuck is making it easier with the fury of multiple orgasms every night. I don’t have it that bad.
The dinosaurs have left us alone since I’ve been here. Pontuck says it’s because they fear our powerful Saku Avery but I’m not so sure. I saw her screaming the other day when an insect ran across her foot.
But hey, if it still gets me nightly foot massages and wine, I’m all for letting them think that she’s their little brown haired God.
“Come,” Avery says, grabbing my hand and pulling me out from where I’m sitting on Pontuck’s lap. “Let’s dance!”
It’s nighttime in the village and we just ate a huge communal meal. It was a macrinom that I hunted with Pontuck. He was delicious.
The bonfire is raging and the entire village is around it while the usual musicians bang on their drums and sing. They’re actually pretty good and after a few jugs of wine have been passed around, the whole village is usually up on their blue feet dancing.
Avery drags me to the fire and we dance together, grinding our hips as we look at our men. Pontuck and Turic both gulp as they watch us with wide eyes.
We laugh as we dance our way back to them, my head swirling with the homemade wine, and pull them up to their huge feet.
Turic spins Avery as he moves his shoulders to the rhythm but Pontuck just holds me tight. He always has his arms around me like he’s afraid to let me go.