Page 197 of Mates for the Raskarrans #1-6

“I know,” she says, then points to herself.

“I am a good person. I’m kind and happy and I like to make other people smile.

I do my part to help the tribe however I can, and I can cook pretty damn well, too.

I don’t believe that Lina would have blessed me with a mate who was a fool and a failure, do you? ”

I gape at her, my jaw gone slack at her words.

“Exactly,” she says, beaming at me. “Now why don’t you come and sit down and tell me what’s wrong?”

I am powerless to do anything but what she says. I am twice her size, stronger, faster, and she is not even real, yet I follow after her like a scolded child.

“So,” she says, once we are seated. “Tell me what’s really wrong.”

I huff, looking anywhere but at her. “I have made bad decisions, and it has cost me the chance to gather more forage. I have forgone my evening meal to make up for this, but I am still cursing myself for being a fool.”

“You haven’t had any dinner?” she says, and though her way of speaking is unfamiliar, I understand what she means.

“No.”

“So you’re hangry.”

I frown, this time unable to decipher her meaning.

“What is this hangry?”

“You know, when you’re hungry and it’s making you angry. Hungry. Angry. Hangry.”

“Do you have words for all circumstances?”

She grins. “Lots of words for all occasions. I could probably talk your ears right off.”

I sense from her tone and her smile that this is a jest, not a threat.

“I would prefer to keep my ears, if you please.”

Her grin turns soft, and with great carefulness, she reaches a hand up to my face, once again brushing a strand of my hair back, her blunted nails scraping over my skin, sending shivers through me.

“I’m sorry that things are hard for you and your tribe right now,” she says.

“I wish I had some easy answers for how to make things better. But I don’t.

I don’t know about surviving in this forest. I only came here a few weeks ago.

I depend on others to keep me well fed and safe.

And I know you’re unhappy because you think you would be a bad mate, but I don’t need you to look after me. Someone else is already doing that.”

A snarl rises in my throat at the thought of some other male caring for her as I should be doing, even as I remind myself again, again, that she is no more real than the Nelsah who visits my dreams.

But is there any harm in believing in it? The thought rises up in me, gentle, but insistent. No harm has come from spending time with Nelsah in my dreams. Would it be so bad if I were to enjoy this time with her?

“Then what is it that you need from me, little nightmare?” My voice is thick in my throat, my heartspace racing.

“Perhaps it’s not about me,” she says, her own voice gone throaty as she leans ever closer to me. “Perhaps Lina put us together because you need something from me.”

She places her hand against my chest once more, her fingers gripping the fabric of my top. And she must feel the way my heartspace thunders and know that, in this moment, she holds all of me in that tiny little palm.

Need rises in me like a flood, and I stop trying to fight it, scooping her into my arms and drawing her against me.

I bury my nose against her throat, breathing her scent deep as a gasp escapes her, her hands pressing to my unscarred cheeks.

My cock strains against my leathers, harder than I have ever known it, as I nuzzle at my little nightmare’s neck, enjoying the way her scent shifts from sweet to something more musky.

It is her need scent, her arousal rising as my hands trail over her body, palming her breasts, her thighs, her backside.

Oh, but she is pleasing to touch. So much softness, so much give in her flesh. And the way she makes little moans as I squeeze her…

“Dazzik,” she says my name on a breath.

Then her hands are guiding my face away from her throat, and I think at first that she is going to tell me to stop.

But then she is pressing up onto her knees, changing our angles so I look up at her and she down at me, her face drawing ever closer, her breath tickling over my skin a moment before she presses her lips to mine.

A feral thing awakens in me at this gentle touch of mouths, a growl rising up my throat as my arms tighten around her, holding her trapped against me.

She squeaks, and it is almost enough to break through my sudden fever, but then she sighs, melting against my body, her lips starting to move and I am done.

Lost. All I know is the taste of her mouth, the enticing way her lips move over mine.

And when she draws my bottom lip into her mouth, her teeth nibbling against it, something in me snaps.

I drag her up the bed, pressing her down into it as my body goes over hers, the caress of my mouth no longer gentle but demanding, my hands seeking skin beneath her clothes.

If she minds my roughness, she does not show it, her blunted little claws only digging into my shoulders as she grips me tighter.

Her mouth parts wider, and then her tongue is licking against mine, and I groan at the fierce pleasure of it, licking her back, thrusting my tongue deep as I try to get my fill of her taste.

And if a little voice in the back of my headspace says I am answering to the wrong hunger, that I cannot fill my empty belly by enjoying her taste… Well, it only reminds me that there are other parts of a female that a male can lick.

I release her lips reluctantly, nuzzling again at her neck as I taste her skin there, my hands seeking the collar of her top.

I loose a claw, slicing through the material and tearing it away from her body.

She gasps a protest, but it soon shifts to a moan when I close my lips over one of her nipples, sucking that little peak until she squirms.

I make my way further down her body, loving how she writhes with need, soft sounds escaping her every time my lips brush over her skin. When I reach her leathers, she lifts her hips to aid me as I slide them down her legs, pulling them from her feet and casting them aside.

Her arousal scent rises from her, thicker, more enticing, as I part her legs. My little nightmare lets out a whimper, and I brush my nose along the inside of her thigh, teasing her.

“Please,” she says. “Dazzik.”

“Please what?” I say.

“Please, just please.”

I crawl along her body until I am looking down into those bright blue eyes turned dark with lust.

“Please what? Tell your male what you need from him.”

She whimpers again, and I move my tail along the inside of her leg, from calf up to thigh and then closer and closer towards her cunt, flicking and stroking and teasing.

“You know,” she says.

“I do.” I brush my thumb across the constellations on her cheeks. “But I wish to hear it said.”

A whimper escapes her, and then words like a torrent follow.

“I want you to lick me. I want your tongue on my pussy and my clit. I want you to lick through my folds until I’m screaming your name.”

I grin, surprised how much it delights me to hear her speak of her desires. I bend low to her, my chest rumbling with pleasure.

“Good female,” I say, my voice low, spoken directly to the delicate shell of her ear. “Now, be sure to tell your male when he touches you well. If you enjoy the way I taste you, I want to know.”

I nip lightly at her earlobe, then make my way back down her body, parting her thighs as wide as they will comfortably go. Her cunt glistens with her slick, my mouth watering at the scent.

“So pretty, spread out before me.”

She whimpers, her hands fisting in the pelts. I will not keep her waiting any longer. My female needs her pleasure, and she asked for it so sweetly, after all.

I bend my face down to her cunt and feast.