“A hundred and forty eight years.” He squeezed his eyes shut. A hundred and forty eight years and he’d never felt anything like this. Seen similar sights on his nightly runs. People rutting in their beds, like the animals out in the barns and fields. He hadn’t thought anything of it, how it might feel to hold someone close, to care about someone.
Not until she’d kissed him.
“I thought it was just the way the world procreated. The same way a body needs to eat, they got the urge to mate so they could have kids.” A wry smile touched his lips and he opened his eyes to gaze back up at her. He didn’t feel at all foolish saying that to her, because once, she’d probably understood. The softness in her eyes told him he was right. “I never thought it could feel like this.”
“Better,” she whispered. “This is just the beginning.”
She tapped his cock gently again, one finger swirling over the tip in a stroke that made his back bow and a shout spring from him. Nalla moved above him, one hand wrapping around the hard, aching length of him and Khost shuddered, his gaze glued to her every motion. He saw the glisten of moisture between her legs, just before the head of his cock touched the slick opening. He shivered.
“For the record,” Nalla murmured, “I’m only doing this without protection because thankfully, you’re as infertile as I am. Another perk of once belonging to Herne.”
Then she eased down on him, all that wet, warm heat enveloping him. So tight. Sweet Herne, he’d never thought this was possible. Surely a body, a person couldn’t take this much feeling at once. His hands found her hips even as Nalla settled him completely inside her. The sight of her stretched around him, thighs straddling him, her breasts dangling above him like some offering to the gods and it was all too much.
His hips twitched but she held still, her head tilted back to the sky. Her breath slow and even. She slipped a hand between her thighs, right above the point where their bodies joined and Khost watched in shaking awe as her fingers delved through the wet folds of skin, finding a small, round bump. Her body jerked as she skimmed two fingers over it, the muscles around his cock wrapping tighter.
“Nalla...” Her name was nothing more than a whisper as he reached for her hand, swiping it away to stroke that sensitive area. She cried out, her back arching, hips moving to meet his touch and Khost gave an answering yelp as pleasure blazed through him, when everything inside her body reacted, moving against his. Shit. He was never going to stop.
His hand moved in impatient circles, stroking her as he drove her on. Guiding her thrusts by the pressure of his fingertips against that small delicate button. When this was done, he was going to make damn sure he learned every spot on her body that made her move like this, feel like this.
Pleasure built, low and heavy inside him, his balls tightened and Khost felt himself slipping away. Growing desperate, his hips twitching, thrusting, each stroke more crazed than the last. His fingers swept over her, faster and faster, all rhythm gone now as he just struggled to keep touching her, keep her moving.
Then her muscles tensed around him, gripping harder around his cock and Khost watched as Nalla froze above him, her lips parted in a round ‘o’ right before she tossed back her head and cried out. One hand wrapped around his wrist, she pressed him harder against her as another shudder rocked through another body and his name whispered out past her lips on a harsh breath.
“Khost.”
That was it. The edge. Khost thrust deep inside her, losing all control as he thrashed in the leaves across the forest floor. His shout echoing hers and he heard a distant bird take wing, startled. Khost sagged into the ground, his hands falling to rest on Nalla’s thighs before he felt her move, easing off of him. His cock flopped against his thighs, wet and spent, and then Nalla was there, stretched out on the ground next to him. She laid her head against his shoulder.
“I never thought—” he started but she touched his lips. Her finger still wet with her juices.
“Shh. Can you feel that?”
Her hand fell away and he tasted her. Sweet against his tongue. He felt a lot of things right now, none of them his brain was up for processing.
“He’s coming.”
And the moment the words had left her lips, Khost could feel the thunder building in the air. The temperature dropped, the world around him seemed to shiver, even the earth suddenly seemed to shrink out from under him. Khost sat up, startled. He started to shake his head, to scramble away when he turned to see Nalla lying on the ground, wearily staring up at him.
“I told you he’d come.”
“I know, but I thought...” He glanced down, still naked. Nalla gave a bark of laughter.