Page 60 of Mates for the Raskarrans #1-6

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Anghar

T he moment my Ellie touches her mouth to mine, my whole body sings with energy. Like the air before a lightning strike. My heartspace races and I want to clutch her body to mine, to touch my hands to every part of her. Pin her beneath me and pleasure her until she’s writhing and crying my name.

But my Ellie is as skittish as an ensouka colt. I must not push her further than she is willing to go, or I will lose this trust she has gifted me forever. So I keep my touches light so she never feels like she cannot get away from me.

And her mouth. Her sweet, soft mouth caresses mine. I have never heard the elders speak of this kind of mating and I feel great pity for them that they have never known the pleasure of it. The slide of lips together. If it is all she is prepared to give me this night, I would be well satisfied.

Then her lips part and her tongue swipes across the seam of my mouth.

I open my mouth in surprise and her tongue slips inside it, licking against mine.

My whole body jolts at the touch, and for a moment I forget about being gentle, forget about giving her the space to retreat.

I pull her body flush to mine, gripping the back of her neck as our tongues tangle.

I want to taste her everywhere, but I also never want her mouth to break from mine.

I mimic the way her mouth and tongue move, trying to give back what she is giving me, wanting her to feel everything I am feeling.

The more I try, the better this mating of mouths becomes.

Like it is a wrestling match, but both contestants win as long as neither of them do.

When my Ellie draws back, we are both breathing hard.

Her lips are swollen, her eyes a little dazed, and the sight of it sends a surge of pride through me.

I want to see the effects of her pleasure on her every night.

Want to be the one to make her look that way always. My Ellie, my linasha. My mate.

“ More ?” I say.

She smiles at me then, a smile like she has never given me before. A slow, wide sort of smile that shines from deep inside her, lighting up her eyes.

“ Yes,” she says. “ More .”

I scoop her into my arms, carrying her over to the pelts. I lower her onto them, checking they are thick and padded beneath her so that nothing will discomfort her. I want no stray stone to take her thoughts from me and my mouth on her body for even a moment.

I reach for her belt, but she tugs me down beside her, turning on her side so we are lying face to face.

Her hands touch my chest, exploring with delicate little strokes.

I put an arm around her, toying with the spot at the back of her neck where her tightly curled hair meets her soft skin.

I am fascinated by all her different textures.

The difference between the rough skin on her hands and the soft skin of her belly.

The change from her breast to the bud of her nipple.

The slick heat of her mouth - will the slick heat of her cunt be similar?

I want to find out. I want all of it, to learn all of it.

But for now, I think my Ellie wishes to learn me.

So I lie still, let her hands wander over the top of my clothes.

When her fingers wander downwards, tugging at my top, I lift it for her, shuffling out of it.

My skin burns for her touch, but the first thing she does is trace a finger along the line of my wound.

“ Hurt ?” she says.

I do not know this word, but I can guess at its meaning. She wishes to know if I am pained by it. I wish I had the words to tell her that the only pain I feel is everywhere she is not touching me.

“ No ,” I say. “ No hurt. ”

She narrows her eyes at me, then pinches my arm hard.

“ Hurt ,” she says, pointing to the spot she just pinched.

I growl a little, making sure to smile as I do it so she knows I am teasing. Then I pat my injured side.

“ No hurt, ” I say again, then gesture to my arm. “ Hurt. ”

My Ellie takes my arm and draws it up to her mouth, placing her lips over the spot she pinched, watching me as she does it with wide eyes. My cock throbs, and I nearly groan out loud.

“ No hurt ,” I say, my voice rasping, then draw her face up to meet mine, pressing our mouths together again.

My Ellie gives a little moan in the back of her throat and moves her hands over my chest with more urgency.

She presses herself closer to me, a hand slipping round to explore my back.

My arms wrap around her smaller frame and I am struck afresh by our difference in size.

I have thought of her as delicate, even fragile, but with her caged in my arms, it is her strength that comes to the front of my mind.

The strength she has despite her lack of good eating.

Strength enough to draw a bow over and over.

My perfect linasha. Even if by some miracle a group of raskarran females appeared, I would not wish to change her.

I know deep in my heartspace that I will never look on another with desire as I do my Ellie, who is fierce and brave, who fought back against raskarran males much larger than she, who cared for me when I was hurt, whose slow unfurling of trust towards me has made earning it that much sweeter.

Lina has chosen well for me. I could never want another.

And I want to show her that. Want to show her that the way I was taught to by my elders.

I undo the belt at her waist without taking my mouth from hers, tugging it away from her.

She lifts her hips a little to assist me, and I take that as a welcome sign of her enthusiasm.

Pulling her top free from her trousers, I slide my hands underneath it, cupping her breast, brushing the pad of my thumb over her nipple, feeling it tighten in response.

She arches her back, pushing herself into my hand, and I am thrilled by her display of need.

My shy linasha, who would not reveal her body to me when we washed in the river.

Now she demands I give it attention. I am happy to oblige.

I tug at her top, pulling it up her body.

She creates just enough space between us to wriggle out of it, her hands going back to my skin the moment she is able to.

I grin, then instead of claiming her mouth with mine again, I start to taste my way down her body.

I lick and nip at the skin of her neck, down past her collarbone to her breasts.

My Ellie gasps as my mouth closes around the bud of her left breast. I tease at it with my tongue before giving it a delicate suck, brushing my thumb over the other.

“Oh,” she breathes, her hand going to my head, her fingers sinking into my hair. Her little nails scrape over my scalp, and I moan, redoubling my efforts to coax pleasure out of her body.

It does not take long before she is panting. Her body is so responsive, her back arching upwards every time I draw her nipple into my mouth, and I am content to continue to tease her until she makes a low moan in the back of her throat - a sound of pure need that makes my cock grow impossibly hard.

I will spend every night making her make those sounds, I think.

They are the most beautiful music to me.

Even better, though, will be her cries of pleasure as she comes.

So I undo the ties at her waist, pushing her leathers down, along with her other garment - a little scrap of fabric that covers her cunt.

Then, at last, I lower my face to her. Lick through her folds in one long motion.

She cries out, her hips bucking into my face, and I am overcome with the need to hear her scream.

I grip her hips, my fingers digging a little into her skin.

She does not seem to mind - another cry ripping from her as I slide my tongue around a little nub of flesh at the peak of her sex.

She is extra sensitive here, I realise, and draw back, wanting to prolong her pleasure.

I continue to lick and nuzzle, exploring her body, finding the places that make her shiver and moan. Soon, she is writhing, pressing herself up to meet my mouth, demanding the pleasure I can give her.

“ More,” she moans.

A good mate always gives his female what she wants.

When she comes, she cries out, her hips bucking as tremors go through her body.

I continue to lick her, lapping up every last drop of her delicious juices, easing her down until she is relaxed, boneless beneath me.

Only then do I bring myself up to her side, drawing her into my arms so her back is nestled against my chest, stroking her arm as my tail loops around her leg.

My Ellie. My linasha. My mate.

I would say I could return to Lina’s embrace a happy male right now, only selfishly, I want many more seasons with my Ellie, every night spent with her in my arms like this.