Barbarian Lover(20)

Aehako’s tongue flicks against mine even as his fingers explore my folds. They drag over my labia, find the entrance to my core that makes me gasp and stiffen, and then glide back up to my clitoris.

When he touches that, my breath explodes.

“Ahh,” he says, and he sounds so pleased with himself. “I have found your third nipple.”

My — what?

I should correct him. Really should. But his fingers are gliding over it like he did with my breast and it feels so incredible that I cry out and cling to him, unable to do anything but lose myself to the sensation.

His mouth captures mine once more even as my leg hooks around his, and then I’m practically straddling his hand as he begins to play with my clit, his thumb rubbing it back and forth as I whimper and grind against him, full of desperate need. My tongue flicks into his mouth and I’m mindless with lust. I’m so close to coming, and I should tell him to pull his hand away—

But then he changes the kiss, flicking his tongue against my mouth and then presses more of them to my jaw, my cheek, and moves to my ear. He nibbles on my earlobe again and then sucks on it, even as the pads of his fingers drag over my clit.

And I’m lost. With a low moan, I come. I come so damn hard my entire body quakes with the force of my orgasm. The world tilts, and there’s nothing but the rasp of my breath and the feel of the hot, hard body pressed up against me, and the insistent rub of his fingers against my clit. A burst rockets through me and I come, and instead of Aehako pulling away, he continues to stroke my clit, driving me into an even higher fever-pitch. I – I don’t know what to think. Every time I’ve touched myself, the moment I come, I stop. Job done. But he’s still touching me, and I can’t handle it. A loud cry escapes my throat as I come again, harder, sharper, and his mouth covers mine to muffle the sound. And I just keep coming.

By the time the aftershocks finish rolling through my body, I’m twitching and sensitive, and I give a small little mew of protest when his fingers slide away from my clit. I look up at him, dazed, as Aehako kisses me on the nose one last time and then brings his wet fingers to his mouth. It’s so cold outside they’re already icing up, but he licks the frosty dew off of them and his throat rumbles with pleasure.

And I just stare.

What have we just done?



AEHAKO



Kira’s hands are clenching my ass, so close to my tail that it’s making me twitchy. I don’t know if she realizes what she’s holding – judging from the glazed look in her eyes, I don’t know if she’s aware of much.

And I’m smug at the thought. I like that I’ve made her utterly senseless.

She’s mine. Resonance or not, Kira is my female, my mate, and I’ll challenge any male that thinks otherwise. I hold her possessively, watching the expressions moving over her small human face.

The moment she comes to herself, though, the sad look returns to her eyes. I can’t let that happen. So I nudge her with one more kiss and then whisper, “Are your hands warm enough?”

She blinks at me, hazy, and then jumps away as if burned when she realizes she’s holding my ass. Her face is cherry red, her nose from the cold and her cheeks from embarrassment.

“We shouldn’t have done that.”

The possessive male side of me instantly becomes growly at the thought. Why shouldn’t we? I watch as she hitches her pants back around her hips and ties her laces. “Why should we not? Did you not enjoy yourself? Did I not make you shudder with pleasure?”

Her fingers press to my mouth to silence me, and she glances around to see if anyone else is watching. I find this amusing, considering that a moment ago she was keening her pleasure as she came. When she is satisfied that no one else is around, she looks up at me again, reproach in her eyes.

“Why shouldn’t we do that?” I question again. “It felt good.”

“Yes, but we’re not attached! With my luck, you could mate someone tomorrow.”

“Ah,” I say. “But this is tonight.” And I lean in for another kiss and am frustrated when she turns her mouth aside.

“I’m a virgin,” she says.

“I am not familiar with this word.”

“I’ve never had sex with anyone.” Her face is adorably red again. I wonder if it will stay like that if she grows embarrassed enough?

“And?”

“And I should save myself for a mate! Provided I ever get one.” Her expression grows sad again.

I’m confused by this logic. “Why should you save yourself?”

“Won’t he want to be the only one to touch me?”

I snort. “I should think he would rather you know what you are doing. What kind of male would hold your pleasure-seeking against you?”