Page 27 of Prison Moon
Chapter Eleven
After the attack, it took Sarra a full three days to start acting like herself again. She’d jumped at every noise and the bruise that had formed on her forehead had been a constant reminder of how miserably he’d failed her. Every time he saw that look in her eyes or that bruise, he wanted to kill whatever that thing was that attacked her all over again. Wanted to rip its head off while it was still alive. It had died too quick. Too painlessly. He’d done nothing but stabbed it in the head and dragged it from the cave before tossing it down the embankment far enough away the stink wouldn’t reach them.
Then spent three days trying to make up for his failure in protecting her.
He was staring out the cave entrance, arms crossed over his chest. He could smell wood smoke on the breeze and in the distance, a dim flicker of light. He’d not paid much attention to how close the camp he’d raided had been from here but now that the sky was clear and the light from the twin moons was shinning down to illuminate the world, he could see it clearly. And it was too close.
Is that where that thing had come from? Thinking of it again only made him wish he’d found a more gruesome way for it to die and the next time something came at his mate, it would go out screaming.
Toren jumped when Sarra touched his arm.
“Srydinmenoscreu.”
He smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her. “You startled me.” She laughed and nodded her head. Is that what she’d said to him? She raised an eyebrow in question and tapped her finger on his forehead a few times. “What am I thinking?” She nodded again. “About you.”
She grinned and looked out across the treetops in the valley below before leaning against him, her arms around his waist. For the first time in days, she was initiating physical contact with him. The first time she’d put her arms around him he’d nearly come undone. Having her do it now after what happened told him she didn’t hold him responsible for the attack but she should. It’s his duty to protect her and he’d failed.
They stood there at the mouth of the cave until Sarra pulled away and took his hand, tilting her head toward their small nest by the fire. She averted her gaze when he looked at her and even though the light was dim, her face was turning red. He’d seen her do that enough to know she felt shy about something and if she was pointing to their bed, he hoped it meant what he wanted it to.
He gave her a quick kiss and turned to the boulder he blocked the entrance with. The damn thing seemed heavier every time he moved it and today was no exception. The muscles in his arms and back ached as he’d slid it in place.
Sarra was sitting on their bed when he turned around. She tucked her hair behind one ear, that tiny smile on her face again. He hurried to her side, anticipation humming through his veins. She slid over enough there was room for him to stretch out on the small pallet bed beside of her and he sighed in pleasure when she wrapped her arm around his waist and buried her face against his chest. She mumbled something against his skin, the words nothing but nonsense to him but he didn’t need to understand her words to know what they meant. Her wandering hand sliding down to his hip and the wet touch of her tongue on his throat told him exactly what she wanted and he hardened in an instant.
She shifted and kissed his throat, her hands roaming his flesh to leave goosebumps dotting his skin. He’d touched her intimately twice now and both times, she’d passively sat there and not moved much. Now, she was touching him, her mouth hot against his skin and every concern he had melted away with every small kiss.
The pants he wore were restricting his erection, his length straining against the material when she reached for the string at his waist. Her hand was under the material before he had the strings untied, her fingers fisted around his length and she made a pleased sound deep in her throat before licking up the side of his neck.
Toren sucked in a breath, his eyes rolling back in his head as she bit lightly at the skin under his ear, her hot breath scorching his flesh. She sat up, one hand on his chest pushing him until he was flat on his back, then grabbed his pants at the waist and pulled them off, tossing them aside. He was laid bare for her and didn’t move a muscle as she sat there looking at him. His cock grew harder under her perusal.
She touched his leg, her fingers warm as she ran them up his thigh to his cock, one digit tracing the underside from root to tip. She glanced up, locked eyes with him then leaned down, licking the same path her finger had taken and sucked him in when she reached the top. Toren moaned and threw his head back, fingers digging into the bedding as she took him into the warmth of her mouth. Her slick tongue left a wet trail as she worked her way back to the tip before swallowing the length of him again. It was pure bliss. Every sweep of her mouth, every touch of her hands on his skin left him sensitized to the point nothing more than her breath against him was pure pleasure.
Lifting his head, he watched her suck his cock and knew he’d never last if she continued. He’d not been inside a woman in more centuries than he cared to think about and certainly not inside the warm, wet depths of one’s mouth. She looked up and locked eyes with him and his body jolted. “Sarra—“
Eyes locked, she licked the length of him again before sitting up and crawling up his body to straddle his hips, impaling herself on his cock a moment later. The air left his lungs in a rush, her wet warmth clenching his cock to the point of pain. She stilled and looked down at him, her lips moving as she spoke.
Toren lifted his hand to her face, cupping her cheek. “I do not know what you say but words are of little use now.” She smiled and turned her head, sucking his thumb into her mouth to give it a playful bite before sitting up, removing the oversized shirt she was wearing and bracing her hands on his chest.
Then she started to move.
The first rotation of her hips, his cock sliding inside her, caused his entire body to shudder. He’d not felt anything so pleasurable in centuries. He slid his hands up her legs to her waist, then cupped her breasts. She rode him with steady, measured lifts of her hips, sliding back down in excruciating slowness, her eyes locked with his own. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, her muscles squeezing him deliciously and he’d never seen anything so beautiful as he stared up at her. She smiled and clenched her muscles again, released them and contracted tightly again, each time drawing a sharp hiss from him.
He groaned and pinched her nipples when her head fell back, her eyes closed. He could watch her ride him all night but already felt his balls drawing tight. A look down at where their bodies were joined sent another jolt through him as he saw his cock disappear inside her. He touched her, his fingertips brushing against the small patch of hair that covered her and she lifted her head and inhaled sharply when he slid his thumb between her fold.
She nodded her head at him and grabbed his hand, pushing it tighter against her. He rolled that tiny bundle of nerves nestled in her slick folds, her hips rocking faster as she stared at him, her breaths coming quicker. “I won’t last much longer, Sarra.”
She mumbled something he hoped was her telling him she wouldn’t either and wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her forward, his mouth claiming her own as he pounded up into her.
Her startled squeal into his mouth was followed by her tongue, her fingers digging into his hair. Her muscles were still clamped down tight on his cock, every nerve ending firing at once as her heat scalded his flesh while the scent of them filled the air.
Sarra tucked her lip between her teeth again, her eyes closing as she moaned and panted against his lips, her hips slamming down with every push up inside her. He felt her stiffen moments later, the wet heat sheathing his cock tightening seconds before she said his name, her muscles clenching, milking him as his body continued to heat, fire licking through his veins until he suddenly spilled inside her, his hips jerking violently as he hugged her to him.
When he was spent, he laid there panting, forehead pressed to her shoulder, his body on fire, and he couldn’t stop shaking. Toren rubbed her back, his hands touching every inch of flesh he could reach before kissing her neck, his fingers climbing into her hair as he held her close. Every second since the moment he saw her in the ruins came back to him, every conversation they’d shared, every kiss and touch flooded his mind until he was saturated with nothing but her. He kissed her neck again, breathed in the scent clinging to her skin and sighed.
He’d been with his share of females but none of them had left him feeling so—undone. Maybe it was because it had been so long since he’d been with anyone but he didn’t think so. It was her—his Sarra. His heart was still racing, the air thick with the combined scent of their mating and for the first time in his life, he felt content. He’d never felt that in the past nor had he shared of himself as he’d done with her.
He’d spilled inside her, felt the heat of it rush out of his body and so far she hadn’t said anything. It hadn’t been a conscious decision. It happened before he could stop it but as he lay there, the growing heat of her still embracing his cock, he couldn’t be sorry about it. The loss left him weak, his limbs shaking, and he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to move if she wanted him to.
Sarra was draped over his chest, her head pillowed on his shoulder. He didn’t know how long they lay in the stillness but as his body temperature slowly returned to normal, he stared at the ceiling, his breaths evening out and wondered what giving her that small flame would mean. In all the mating’s he’d had over his hundreds of years of life, he’d never given of himself by releasing inside a female but the first mating with Sarra and he’d spilled like it was the first time he’d ever sunk his cock into something warm and wet.