Page 27 of Keeping Freya (Warriors of Arracate #3)

Freya

T ’Rak doesn’t give me any time to reconsider my words; he attacks.

Expertly, he guides the suit down my legs, and I lift my hips to help him. My suit disappears in a corner of the tent, and wantonly I spread my legs. Lust takes over my brain, and somewhere I know that this isn’t something I’d usually do, but I am beyond caring.

T’Rak doesn’t bother warming me up, because my arousal is quite literally leaking from my core. He laps it up, moaning as it hits his tongue. My head falls back, and I arch my spine, caressing my breasts and plucking at my nipples.

“Yes, T’Rak, keep doing that!” His finger pumps into me, and he sucks and licks my clit.

Before I know what’s happening, I cum, shouting out his name. He guides me through my climax, and his tongue is everywhere. When he starts to let go, I squeeze my thighs for a moment.

“More!” My voice is hoarse, and I have no idea why I would ever want more after, but he obeys my request and adds another finger. With the touch of his fingers, tongue, and tail, he guides me towards another orgasm. And another, not letting go until I’m boneless in his arms.

“What about you?” I manage to get the words out before my eyes fall shut again.

“I orgasmed many times. I will remove these dirty pants and clean them in the morning.”

I giggle at the image of his soiled suit, but sleep claims me before I can make coherent thoughts.

T’Rak

When I wake up, Fr’Ya is soft and pliable in my arms. She feels warm against me, and for a moment, I think our suits are malfunctioning, but then I realize we are naked—we are both naked! She sighs and snuggles deeper into my embrace.

The tent smells like her musk and my cum. It smells like mating.

Horror fills my body as I remember what happened last night. Somewhere in the middle of the night, I woke up, out of my mind with need for her and I… I attacked her.

“Stop thinking so hard, you’ll ruin the easy morning,” Fr’Ya murmurs next to me, and I stiffen, slowly letting go of her.

“Hey, what’s going on?” She turns towards me as I try to create space between us so I can straighten my thoughts.

“What did we. Last night. I...”

She sighs with a smile. “Last night was pretty amazing.”

“But I attacked you like a wild animal!”

Fr’Ya must register the horror I feel because she palms my cheek.

“Hey now, take it easy. We were both pretty out of it with lust last night. Maybe something in the air on this side of the planet? I don’t know.

But what I do know is that it was amazing and you did not do anything I didn’t want you to. ”

“I… I did not?”

“No, big guy, you did not. Don’t you remember how many climaxes you gave me?”

“But you were not yourself.”

She shrugs. “Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want those things to happen. You didn’t force me to do anything, and we didn’t take it any further than what we already did.” Her thumb brushes my cheek. “I’m good, big guy. Promise.”

“Truly?” I marvel at how strong she is; my mate is perfect in every way.

She shuffles closer to me and gives me a soft kiss. “Truly.”

After that first kiss comes another, and another. And before I know it, I’m hard and she’s writhing against me. I kiss her cheek, her jaw, her neck. “I want to kiss you all over.”

Fr’Ya moans softly in response. “That sounds like an excellent idea.”

I gently take her left hand and roll our bodies over, so she’s under me. Our eyes never break contact as she stretches her arms above her head and arches her back.

I kiss her collarbone. “This looks like an excellent place to start.” She giggles, and I continue.

Methodically, I kiss every curve and every hollow of her body.

Every mark on her skin is a testament to her strength.

Her body shows her resilience, her courage.

She did not give up; she fought her way out.

The bond pulses, the possibility of our connection hanging in the air. It could be so strong, if only…

Fr’Ya moans, and it takes my dark thoughts away. I meant what I said earlier. I will take anything she gives me. And right now, I should be focusing on worshipping her body, not losing her soul.

My tongue traces the dip of her hips, and she grabs my horns, moaning my name. I cannot get enough of the taste of her sweet cunt, and I bring her to her peak. Again, and again. When I have had my fill, I kiss my way back up her body to claim her lips.

She clings to me, pulling me against her, writhing under me. I am lying between her legs, my cock dangerously close to her opening. Fr’ya folds her legs around my waist, and my cock glides through her folds. I clench my teeth and rest my forehead against hers, whispering her name.

“It’s okay,” she says. “You just feel so good. Those ridges.” She pants, and I kiss her again. My cock is now lining up against her entrance. Fr’Ya moans and sweat drips down my temples. The amount of control I am exuding is a level I have never needed.

“Just a little bit,” she whimpers. “Just the tip.”

“Are you sure? If any…”

“Yes, I’m sure!” she shouts, wrapping her legs tighter around my waist. The movement pulls me in, and we both groan when I slip inside of her—just a little bit.

I am breathing hard, trying to keep absolutely still. My arms are trembling, and Fr’Ya turns her head to kiss my forearm.

“You feel so good.”

My ridges start moving at those words, making her gasp for breath. “T’Rak! Your ridges.”

I cannot speak anymore, I close my eyes and prepare to pull back, when she pushes against my ass. Instead of pulling out, I thrust into her. My eyes fly open, and she caresses my cheek.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Are you… ”

“YES, Big guy, take the win and fuck me.”

The desire to start rutting into her is overwhelming, but I know I will not last very long, and this is about her as much as it is about me.

Carefully, I thrust a little bit deeper, pull out, and thrust again. It feels like my body knows exactly what to do, and I have learned what pleases my mate over the past days.

When she makes those little sounds, I know whether to give her more or draw it out. Right now, her body tells me she wants more. I claim her mouth in a tender kiss when I am finally fully buried in her tight heat, our eyes lock. She smiles and pulls me in for another kiss.

“You can let go now,” she whispers, kissing me again.

“I want it to be good for you.”

“Oh, you have no idea how good this is for me.”

She wriggles her hips, urging me to move, and like with everything my mate tells me, I obey.

Slowly thrusting in and out of her, I try to find a rhythm.

It takes me a couple of tries, but when she moans my name as I hit a special part inside her body, I increase my tempo.

Our bodies clash together, and the sounds of her wet cunt only spur me on.

I know I will lose control any second now, if only I could make her…

My tail slips between our bodies and circles her clit, making her cry out my name.

With a grin, I give in to my needs and I start thrusting wildly.

The moment I feel her cunt clench around me, I am gone.

I try to pull out, remembering what this will mean for the bond, but Fr’Ya clutches me tightly against her with arms and legs, so there is nothing left for me to do but surrender as I cum.