Her soft cry touches my ears the moment my tongue slicks over the opening of her cunt. I thrust into her warmth, loving the taste of her. I will miss this when I am gone, miss her soft body, her scent, her smiles, her everything. She shifts and pushes her hips back against my mouth, a silent demand for more. I give it to her eagerly, working my tongue into her over and over again, thrusting with it as I will my cock.
She moans and her fingers go to the third nipple between her folds, teasing it. I am greedy - I want all of her for myself. So I push her hand aside and work her nipple for her, and I feel her body quiver in response. Her breathing turns to short, sharp pants, and she pushes her hips back against my mouth, needing more. Her wetness floods my tongue, and I groan. My cock aches with fierce need for her.
I lick her for a moment longer, until she starts to tremble. Then, I surge to my feet and push my loincloth down, freeing my cock and spur. I put a hand to her hips and guide myself deep, seating into her warmth. She cries out as I push into her, wriggling. My spur presses into the pucker of her bottom, and I clench one of her buttocks as I force myself to hold still. Meh-gan always wiggles when I thrust into her for the first time, and I wait for my mate’s body to calm before thrusting again. I take her body in slow, easy strokes, careful to watch her to make sure that her noises are ones of pleasure, not discomfort. When she takes too long to moan again, I push deep, ignoring her little squeal as my spur seats itself again, and I reach in front of her to tease her third nipple.
Meh-gan comes with a full-body shudder, pressing back against me. Her cunt clenches hard around my cock, and I bite down on her shoulder as I thrust into her with quick, shallow strokes. A moment later, my sac tightens and then my release floods through me, the pleasure so intense my tail tightens hard around her ankle, as if I could trap her with me forever.
She clings to me, running her hands over my body as best she can, and I nuzzle her throat and bitten shoulder as I pull myself free. Mating with her so pregnant is no longer endless caresses and exploring of bodies. Rather, it is scratching an itch and reveling in the feel of the other. When our kit is born, I will pleasure her for hours on end once more. For now, I am pleased when she comes fast and hard. I get a soft leather cloth from a basket, wet it down with a bit of water, and then return to my mate’s side to clean her thighs.
“I forgot to take my boots off,” she murmurs sleepily as I bathe her. “Sorry about that.”
“You are beautiful in your boots or without them. I do not care which way.” I cannot resist pressing another kiss to her protruding belly.
The small smile on her face fades and a sad look appears. “I’m sorry if I’m making this hard on you. I know you have to go hunt. I know we need food. I’m just…” she licks her lips. “Afraid.”
My poor, sweet mate. She clings so hard because she is afraid of being lost and alone again. “You must trust me, Meh-gan. I will always come back to you.”
“I know,” she whispers. “But knowing it and believing it are two different things.”
Truth. As I finish bathing her body and mine, we climb into the furs of our bed and she rests her cheek on my chest, over my khui. It thrums with contentment, and I stroke her back.
I must think of something to occupy my mate while I am gone so she does not worry. But…what?
Perhaps one of the other humans will have an idea.
3
MEGAN
I can do this. I can.
I blink repeatedly as Cashol shoulders his pack, then picks up his spear. He runs his thumb over the edge of the spearhead, testing the sharpness. I know it’s razor-sharp - he’s worked on it and three replacement spearheads for the last two days, along with sharpening his knives. Between those, his sling, and the full pack I’ve insisted he carry, he’s kitted out.
And yet I’m still freaking out. I’m still worried as he takes my hand and leads me to the front of the tribal cave so we can say our goodbyes. Josie and Haeden are there, too, holding hands. Haeden and Cashol are going to head out in the same direction and split up a bit further up the trails. I don’t like that Cashol’s going to be alone, even though he swears this is quite normal. I know it’s normal. Doesn’t mean I’m not panicking.
I’m the only one freaking, it seems. Josie is totally in panic mode. She’s fussing with the ties on Haeden’s vest and yakking his ear off while he silently devours her with his eyes.
“It’s snowing,” I protest as we get near the entrance. Terror clutches at my heart.
“My resonance, have you just now realized that it snows here?” He leans in and bends down to rub his nose against mine. “You will be very disappointed to learn that it snows every day, my heart.”
I bat at him playfully. Silly man. “You’ve got mittens?”
“I do not need them.” He winks at me. “If my fingers are cold, I will put them around my cock and—“
“Shhh!” I reach up and clap a hand over his mouth. “Cashol! You are terrible!”
He licks my palm and I squeal and pull it from his mouth. He is terrible, but I can’t stop smiling.