Page 27 of Mates for the Raskarrans #1-6

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Gregar

F ire burns through my blood the moment she touches her mouth against mine, and I have to exercise all my control not to grab her, crush her to me.

I want to plunder her mouth with my tongue until she is moaning with need and then throw her on to the pelts and taste her cunt, licking her until she screams.

Just the vision of this in my headspace makes my blood burn even hotter. My cock throbs. I want to sink it in to her welcoming body, to feel her cunt tight around it. I almost moan at the thought.

But I have not earned this right. I must woo her gently. I must be certain at every stage of our mating that she knows what we are doing, what we are about to do.

I will not repeat the mistakes I made in the dreamspace.

So I just slide my mouth over hers, caress her lips with my tongue the way she likes.

When she nestles closer, I wrap my arms around her.

She is so slight, so tiny, I think I could encircle her twice round and I love it.

Love how she feels in my arms. All my life I dreamed of having a linasha to cherish.

I am a warrior, protecting is in my nature, and since all the females died and the last of the younglings grew, there has been no one who needed me that way.

Until my linasha came to my arms, I did not know how incomplete I was without someone to protect.

My Liv completes me in so many ways. My fierce, tiny linasha. She is like me, a protector. She protects her tribe, and she will protect mine, too. Perhaps not with a spear, but with her spirit.

My tribe brothers do not need protecting with spears, anyway.

My Liv steps back from me, looking up with a slight frown.

“ Thortyudbemoreager ,” she says.

The words roll over my ears, musical and incomprehensible.

Then she takes my hand and plants it on her breast and her meaning becomes very, very clear.

I grin, then scoop her up, lying her down on the pelts.

She arches her back as I run my fingers over her stomach, pushing my hand up beneath her clothes to touch her bare skin.

When I brush my thumb over the curve of her breast, she moans, sinking her hands into my hair as she tugs my mouth back down to meet hers.

There is no gentle exploration this time.

Our tongues meet in a wild clash of need as I squeeze her breast, rolling the bud of her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

The mewling sound she makes when I do this tells me she likes that sort of touch just fine, but I want her wild.

Want her demanding my tongue and my cock as she did in the dreamspace.

Just the thought of her looking at me with her eyes hard, demanding pleasure from me, makes my cock jump.

I draw back from her, tugging at her top.

She pushes herself up a little, grabbing the bottom of her top and pulling it up over her head, exposing all her soft, pale skin.

The swell of her breasts, her pink nipples all tight and begging to be sucked.

I cannot contain a groan as I nuzzle that soft flesh, licking and sucking.

Touching her in the dreamspace was incredible, but it is nothing in comparison to this - having her in my arms, warm and willing, in the waking world.

She is divine. A goddess. I will worship her for the rest of my days.

The need to taste her overwhelms me, and I lick and nuzzle my way down her body, unhooking the last of her clothes - the strange garment that hides her cunt from my view.

I throw the garment aside, then slide her legs apart, revealing her beautiful cunt to me.

It already glistens with her need, and my mouth waters at the thought of her taste, but I look up at my linasha, needing to be sure this is what she wants.

She has her eyes closed, her head tipped back as if in ecstasy. Her breaths are ragged, her hands gripping the pelts. She is ready, I think. She wants this as much as I do. And still I wait.

She looks up, her brows dipping in to another frown, eyes hardening.

“ Getonwithitthen ,” she says, that demanding note I needed to hear back in her voice.

Grinning, I do as my linasha asks, swiping my tongue through her folds and circling the nub at the top of them.

She moans, her legs tensing, squeezing against my shoulders as her pleasure goes through her.

I am delighted by her response, licking her again to coax more moans from her.

I want more. I want her calling my name, crying out with the pleasure I give her.

I put my knowledge of her, earned in the dreamspace, to use, working her with my tongue until she is gasping, her thighs gripping my head, her fingers tugging at my hair as she pants, breathless with pleasure.

“ Oh, Gregar , ” she cries. “ Sogood. Feelsogood. ”

I pick my name out of her words, chest filling with satisfaction and smug pride. She has given me everything I wanted. Now I will give her what she needs.

I plunge a finger into her, swirling my tongue around her nub as I do.

She cries out again, back arching off the pelts.

I add a second finger, stretching her, feeling her inner walls quiver at the closeness of her release.

I thrust them into her, curling the tips round, taking her nub into my mouth and giving it a hard suck.

My Liv screams, her climax making her whole body spasm.

A rush of wetness coats my fingers as I continue to stroke her, coaxing as much pleasure out of her as I can.

Then her fingers relax in my hair as her climax starts to fade, and I slip my fingers out of her, sucking her juices from them, not wanting to waste a single drop.

I look down at my linasha. Her hair is tangled with sweat, her chest rising and falling in shallow, rapid breaths. She looks like someone who has been well mated, and I love that look on her. Love that it was me to put it on her. She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

I tug at my own clothes, pulling them off.

My Liv watches me, her eyes fixed on my cock even before I free it from its confines.

When it is revealed to her, her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, and another hard throb pulses through my shaft, raising the ache in it to new heights.

My tail is whipping around behind me, a reflection of my pent up need.

My mating node is quiet, though, dormant against my skin as usual. I would love to seed her with my youngling, but perhaps it is a good thing it has not woken yet. My linasha has much to learn about this world. All that and a youngling, too, would be a lot for anyone.

I lower myself to my knees, intending to position myself over my linasha’s body.

But before I can, she pushes herself upright.

My heart tugs as I wonder if I have misread her, if she does not desire further mating tonight.

But then she moves towards me, gripping my cock in her hand, squeezing a little as she strokes it up and down.

My eyes shut, the pleasure of her touch overwhelming.

Then I feel the hot touch of her tongue against my crown.

My cock twitches so hard, I am surprised I do not spill my seed right then. Instead, a single bead forms on the tip, and my linasha glances up at me, heat and mischief in her eyes, before she bends down and laps it up.

I groan, sending fervent prayers of gratitude to Lina that she chose this perfect female for me.

Then my Liv takes the head of my cock into her mouth and I can no longer think, just breathe hard as my linasha’s mouth works the head, her hand pumping at the base, the dual sensations making my sac tighten, my whole body thrumming as she pushes me closer and closer to my release.

The sight of her head bobbing up and down, her lips stretched around my cock, is almost enough to tip me over the edge.

I slip my fingers into her hair, wanting to touch her, but afraid of how close I am to the edge of control.

The urge to tighten my grip, to thrust into her mouth, surges through me, and despite my every muscle being tensed as I try to hold myself still, my hips jerk forwards just a little.

My Liv moans around my cock, the vibration enough to send me over the edge. I continue to jerk my hips in short, shallow thrusts as I spill my seed into my linasha’s mouth, roaring with the pleasure of my release.

I am breathing hard still as I untangle my fingers from my Liv’s hair.

A hint of shame creeps into my heartspace, and I am afraid I have hurt her.

But then she looks up at me, a hint of a smile on her lips as she wipes a drop of my seed from the edge of her mouth with her finger and then proceeds to lick it clean, her eyes on me the entire time.

Beautiful, wicked thing. A new need stirs in my groin, my cock. My linasha, my mate. A blessing beyond anything I could have imagined. I could never be worthy of her, but I will spend my life trying. I am going to build her the nicest hut to live in, trade for the finest clothes for her to wear.

And I will make sure she is the most well satisfied female to ever walk in Lina’s forests.