Page 198 of Mates for the Raskarrans #1-6

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sam

D azzik tastes me with a long, slow lick that goes from my entrance to my clit, so sensuous and pleasurable that my back arches clean off the bed, my core convulsing, gripping at nothing but emptiness.

My breath pants out of me, my whole body so revved up, so wild with need for his touch that it’s hard to think.

I’ve never been so worked up by a man before. Never got so turned on so fast. But then, a guy has never looked down at me and told me to tell him what I need, and fuck, that was hot. Both the bossiness and his concern for my pleasure.

“Did you like that?” Dazzik says, he voice a low rumble. “Did that make you feel good?”

I moan, but it’s not enough for my demanding mate.

“Tell me how my touch makes you feel,” he purrs, the vibration in his chest only heightening my need.

I’ve never really spoken much in bed before - never really had much to chat about.

If I’ve had good sex before, it’s been mostly by accident on the guy’s part, them stumbling over a motion that worked for me while rushing to please themselves.

And though I’m not shy, the thought of talking about what I want makes me squirm a little with embarrassment.

“Sam,” Dazzik drawls, and I know I won’t get any more attention where I need it until I start talking.

“Good,” I tell him, my voice breathy, quiet. “It makes me feel really good. I need it. I need you. Please, touch me again.”

He responds immediately, his tongue working through my folds, then swirling round my clit.

“Oh, like that. More like that. Please.”

Instantly, he’s back on my clit, working it with his tongue before sucking on it, making pleasure arc through my entire body, my toes curling with it.

And then the words are pouring out of me, my body so close to the edge of release already that for him to stop would be torture.

But also, I want him to know how good he’s making me feel.

“So good, Dazzik. I love your tongue. I love your mouth on my pussy. I’m so close. You’re going to make me come so hard.”

He growls against me, and I feel it deep in my core. My empty, empty core.

“Fill me up,” I beg. “Press your fingers inside me.”

I feel a probing at my entrance, then a stretch as he thrusts a finger deep, stroking along my inner walls.

My body clenches around him, sweat prickling on my brow as I hover ever closer to the edge.

Then his fingers crook in just the right place, just as he gives my clit another suck, and I’m exploding, waves of pleasure crashing though me so hard I scream his name, just like I said I would.

Dazzik nuzzles against me a moment longer, gentling me down from the high of my orgasm. He draws his finger from my body, licking it clean with the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen, and I laugh because damn, he deserves his smug moment. I’ve never come so hard or so quickly in my life.

“I knew you would be perfect,” I say, grabbing his arm and drawing him down beside me, curling myself against his side. I should probably reciprocate, but for the moment, I’m feeling sleepy and contented, and all I want is his big arms wrapped around me for a little while.

“Hold me,” I tell him.

He huffs a laugh. “And you started out so shy to tell me what you want.”

“If you don’t like it, you shouldn’t have told me not to be.”

He chuckles again, drawing me tight against his chest.

“I like it,” he says. “I like it very much.”

The next thing I know, I’m awake and confused where the arms around me have gone. Then, as my waking brain catches up to everything that’s happened, I’m blushing dark, dark red, hoping to high heaven that I wasn’t screaming my head off in my sleep.

Liv was having dreams of Gregar while we were all sleeping together on a parachute in the sand, and she never cried out in her sleep. I only hope that I’ve been every bit as quiet as she was.

I get dressed quickly, Maldek already up and about, along with quite a few others if the busy sounds outside the tent are anything to go by.

It’s bright enough that the sun must be well on its way to fully risen, but not so bright that I think I’ve overslept.

Good. I don’t want to be slowing us down.

I emerge from the tent a little hesitantly, ready to face the teasing smiles of Maldek and Walset’s tribe.

But the first raskarran to notice me - one of Walset’s elders - only smiles and gives me a friendly nod, before continuing to dismantle his tent.

I look round to find all the raskarrans similarly occupied.

None of them shoot any knowing glances at me.

Good. There are some things I’d prefer to keep between me and my mate, thank you very much.

I stretch out, my body feeling all liquid and melty, despite sleeping on the floor.

The furs do pad it some, but there’s no cure for a root digging into your back except to put your tent up in a flatter place next time.

But I feel like I’ve spent the night in the most luxuriously soft bed, and I can’t stop grinning. The power of a mind-blowing orgasm.

I feel a prickle of guilt, remembering how step three was supposed to not involve kissing, that I was supposed to be convincing Dazzik I’m real. I even had a plan worked out, but something in his eyes shifted as he looked down at me. Asked me what I needed.

Then what is it that you need from me, little nightmare?

Just the memory of his words sends a shiver through me. How’s a girl supposed to take words like that and not think dirty? And my flirty reply had him all over me in the best kind of way.

With light feet, I head to the small fire that burns at the centre of our camp.

Maldek is stood beside it, speaking in hushed tones with two of Walset’s warriors, his brow furrowed.

Their conversation stops abruptly when they spot me, and they all three of them give me a smile and a wave in greeting, but I don’t miss how Walset’s warriors move away together at a nod from Maldek, their expressions turning dark and concerned as they leave.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

Maldek removes his pack from his shoulders and rummages in it, drawing out a meal bar for me. I wrinkle my nose - I’m getting tired of the salty, chewy bars. Still, I take it without further complaint and begin to nibble at the edges of it.

“Sam hurt?” Maldek asks, tapping my feet.

I shake my head, even though they are achy. “All good.”

A rumble in the sky overhead draws everyone’s attention, and we all look up at the grey clouds roiling in the sky.

Maldek’s expression turns grim again, and he mutters something under his breath.

I don’t understand many raskarran words, but I catch the name of his goddess, Lina.

I wonder if he’s asking her to keep the rains away a little while longer.

I’m not sure how far we have left to go.

We’ve been days walking from Walset’s village, but we’re travelling at such a slow pace, I wonder if we’re even far enough away that a single raskarran not carrying anything couldn’t make it back to the village in a day.

I don’t know. It’s so hard to have any real sense of distance when everything in the forest looks very much the same.

It makes me wonder, though. I didn’t come into Dazzik’s dreams while I was at Gregar’s village, nor until we started heading back there from Walset’s.

I could believe he’d been away on a hunting trip, taking him out of range while I travelled to Walset’s.

But not for the entire time I was at Gregar’s.

Does that mean that soon I’ll walk out of range of him again?

The thought makes my stomach drop, the meal bar I’ve eaten so far sitting even heavier within it.

The thought of not seeing Dazzik again for weeks, especially after how magical last night was, makes my heart ache with a cutting sharpness.

Another thought follows sharp on the heels of the last one.

For all we had an incredible time together, his tongue driving me to heights of pleasure I didn’t know I could reach, I don’t think he’s convinced I’m real yet.

If I wander out of dreaming range, will he just carry on his life without me as normal, thinking I was just a pleasant diversion for a few nights when he was feeling particularly low?

The thought makes my chest constrict, and though I suppose I could talk to Sally when I’m back at the village, explain the situation, wait out the rains and then go look for him, I don’t want to do that.

I don’t want to slip out of his mind, forgotten along with a load of other half-remembered dreams.

I need to speak to him about it tonight.

I’ve jumped to step fifteen and I need to go back to step three.

Need to convince him that I am real and ask him if he’ll come visit me.

If travel is even possible once the big rains really set in.

I don’t know. But as long as he knows I’m real and knows to come find me once the rains are over - I could be satisfied with that. It’s not ideal, but I’ll take it.

And when we’re reunited - all that pining, all that longing. The sex will be explosive.

There’s a bright side to everything if you look for it.

The day’s travel seems impossibly long, the hours dragging by so slowly I could curse. But eventually, the sun dips below the horizon and the raskarrans stop for the night, setting up their tents and arranging their crates and bags like a little wall around us.

I scoff down my evening meal as fast as I can, eager to be in my bed. The raskarrans laugh at me, teasing me for being tired. I’m not tired at all - quite the opposite. I’m so worked up with nervous energy, I’m afraid I won’t be able to sleep.