He snarls again, and begins a rapid, rough rhythm of thrusts. He’s moving so quickly that I can’t lift my hips fast enough to match his movements. His spur teases my clit constantly as he hammers into me, and he’s pumping so hard that the furs are bunching up under us. Not that it matters one bit to me – the way he’s moving against me feels incredible. My mouth hangs open in a permanent whimper, and I’m unable to form a coherent thought. There’s too much pleasure in my body, and it is only moments before I cry out and my pussy clenches around his cock, my body tightening with my orgasm.
“Mine,” he grits out between his teeth. “My woman. My mate.” His thrusts become rougher, harder, and I moan as another orgasm sweeps through me. “Mine.”
Then I feel it – a hot, liquid splash inside me, and I know he’s coming. His body shudders over mine even as he pumps into me. I cling to him as he comes, my body still surging wildly with my own orgasm. When he collapses on top of me, I moan with relief. If he’d kept pumping, I have no doubt I’d have kept coming, over and over and over.
Sweaty, suede-like blue skin sticks to mine, and his long hair is tangled in my face. I could care less, though. I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation of his chest purring against mine. It feels so…intimate. Even more than sex. It’s like our khuis are declaring their love for one another.
Salukh lifts his head and gazes down at me, then begins to press small, hot little kisses to my face. “I am glad,” he murmurs.
“Glad?” I ask, gazing up into his wonderful face. “About what?”
“Glad that my khui has finally listened to my entreaties.” He gives me a wry grin. “I have been pleading with it for many moons now to claim you as my mate. It has been silent until now.”
I smile shyly up at him. Has he been in love with me for that long? “I think I had to come to terms with things first.” The moment I say it, I realize I’m right. I don’t have an IUD like Josie, and I wasn’t on the pill like Megan, who resonated to her mate a few months after we landed. There was no reason physically for me to not immediately mate to someone.
It was all mental. Maybe my khui knew that, and knew I needed time to come to terms with life here. That I needed to be okay with a man touching me before I could ever move forward.
Maybe it knew that I needed Salukh.
Smart khui, I tell it. You’re the best.
Chapter Seventeen
TIFFANY
For the next four days, we barely leave our furs. We eat, we hydrate, we wash the sweat off our bodies with a few handfuls of snow, and then we crawl back into bed and make out like teenagers. Really, really dirty teenagers.
I love it. I love every moment I have with Salukh. He’s insatiable in bed and adventurous to boot. There’s nothing too kinky or weird for him, and we try out all the positions I can think of and one or two that he comes up with. Also? The man loves to eat pussy. I’ve woken up several times to find him between my legs, determined to bring me to orgasm to start the day.
How could I possibly complain about that?
Resonance is a big part of why we’re insatiable – the purring between our bodies is non-stop, and I suspect we’ll be horny as fools until he plants a baby inside me. I can already tell a few differences in sex – the moment I hear him purring, I get wet. Doesn’t matter if we just had sex, it’s an instant panty-dampener. Well, if I had panties. As for Salukh? He’s no longer shooting blanks. Now when he comes, it’s milky and thick instead of more fluid like before. I can only guess that it’s full of a lot of swimmers doing their best to make their way to my end-zone. I’m fine with that. I’ve started to dream about babies that have Salukh’s horns and my wild, kinky curls. It’d be the cutest darn baby ever.
Even after the initial resonance craziness wears off and we no longer feel the intense need to bone each other’s brains out, we don’t do much exploring. I’m not interested in a lot of what the ship holds; to me, it’s all sad, broken stuff. I’m not like Harlow, constantly trying to think of inventions. I’m more of a crafts girl. And it’s clear to me that Salukh doesn’t trust any of the old ship stuff, so we stick to our main fire.
After a week or so, the fuel for the fire pit runs low, and so does the food. We snuggle for a day or two under the covers with no fire before Salukh decides that it’s time to venture out into the snow and do a little hunting. I offer to go with him, but he refuses. My ankle’s doing better now, no longer as swollen, and he wants me to stay off of it for a little longer. So I pass a lonely day pouting by the cold fire pit, swathed in blankets, and do some napping. The day is long and really damn lonely without my mate at my side.