Chapter 11

I'd never been great in school, but as I started learning Norlish, I realized what had stopped me up in school had been the performing. Like getting called on and having to explain what I'd learned just boom on the spot. I'd forget everything, clam up, and sweat like a sinner at confession. Everyone thought I was stupid. But then I'd take the test, all alone with no one demanding a performance, and I'd get high marks every time. No teacher ever stopped calling on me, the sadists, but I wasn't dumb. I just couldn't handle being in the spotlight.

Learning to understand verbal and written Norlish was a whole different thing. I could sit in our room with my new tablet and interact with a computer-generated human who figured out how I learned best and helped me through the lessons. Just me and her practicing speaking and reading words and phrases like learning was a game I could play. And I was getting pretty good at it!

I heard the little ding of Ghosha coming home and put my tablet aside. Even though it felt like a performance, I'd been practicing with my little assistant and I trusted Ghosha not to tease me if I got something wrong. So as soon as he walked in, I said in Norlish, "Welcome home, my mate. How was your day?"

My nervousness evaporated when he slowly grinned until he was beaming at me. "My day is better now that I am home with you," he said as he set down his things and came over to me.

"I understood all of that!" I bounced a little on my toes.

"Goddess, your accent…" Ghosha cupped my cheeks and kissed me.

"Is it bad? The assistant on my tablet hasn't said anything about it."

He rubbed the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. "It's adorable."

I rolled my eyes. Well, at least it wasn't terrible.

"Have you learned the word for this?" he asked before he kissed me again.

When he lifted his head, I shook mine and licked my lips.

"Caros," he said, and then he kissed me deeper, his scratchy tongue teasing into my mouth. "Caros aterra."

"Caros aterra," I repeated dutifully, guessing that aterra meant deep or thorough or maybe just fucked.

He gave me another plundering kiss, and I realized a reward system with new vocabulary was just about the best thing to help me learn. I could talk about drinking from a cup all day long, but sucking on his tongue while he unbuttoned my tunic was way more engaging.

Ghosha slid my tunic off my arms, and I let it hit the floor at my feet. While his big hand held my head exactly where he wanted it for all the caros aterra-ing that he could get, his other hand smoothed down over my back and across my waistband to palm my ass.

"Ipia," he said against my lips and squeezed one cheek.

I nodded and pushed up for more kissing, gripping his tunic to try and pull him down.

He actually smacked my ass! "Ipia," he repeated.

Okay, so every reward system needed a bit of punishment, right? Probably totally normal that his smack got my dick throbbing. Probably.

"Ipia," I said when I felt him lift his hand again.

He grinned like a devil and his hand slid around to cup my cock. I gasped and pushed into his hold as he said, "Haviac."

I couldn't help bucking my hips to rub myself into his hand. "H-haviac."

Ghosha made a growly noise that went straight to my dick before he rolled my pants down. Literally rolled them and that meant they were tight as hell once they reached my knees. Why not being able to spread my legs was a turn-on, I couldn't even guess at, but there it was.

And I knew what I wanted, too. He'd resisted me so far, claiming he was too impatient to show me the gentleness and restraint that I deserved. Time was up, though. I was done waiting.

Using what I could of my new vocabulary words, I asked, "Will you aterra my ipia with your haviac?"

Ghosha snorted a laugh that he then covered with a cough. He cleared his throat. "Rouchrian."

"Hmm?"

"Rouchrian. To mate you."

"Rouchrian. Well, that's about to become my favorite word ever." I tried to look coyly through my lashes as I said, "Especially if you'll do it right now."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm having a difficult time getting you undressed as it is," he said, holding up his hand with his claws out. "I won't be able to properly prepare you like this."

"Oh, is that the problem?" I reached down and wrangled my pants off. "I can do that just fine. I've been practicing." I stumbled free of my pants and went to get the lube.

"You… What?"

I paused, a blush blooming as I realized what I'd admitted. "Well, um, it turns out there's a lot you can learn on those tablets if you ask the right question."

Ghosha looked stunned, but I could smell the sex in the air, and it wasn't just me. "You learned how to… You've been…"

I nodded and picked up the half-empty bottle of lube. "I can get three fingers in. I figured that's about you sized. I was going to go for four, but then I thought it was like I'd be fisting myself, and that got weird in my head, so I haven't done it."

He put a hand over his heart and might've been panting a little. "Will you show me?"

A shiver lit through me, and my cock dribbled onto the floor. Okay, so there was a type of performance that didn't make me want to die on the spot. Good to know! I'd actually fantasized about Ghosha watching me finger myself, so hell yeah, I could do that and find out what it was really like to have his gaze on me.

I got up on the bed and into position so that I could see him and reach my hole. He stayed at the end of the bed and fumbled with opening his tunic while staring right at me. I slicked up my fingers and watched him toss his tunic. Goddamn, his cock was thrusting out his pants in the most deliciously obscene way.

Suddenly and with a deep growl, he tore his way free of his pants and boots. Literally, his boots flew in different directions, banging into the coffee table and a chair, and two swipes of his claws had him free of his pants. That monster cock bounced free as I eased one finger into my ass.

Ghosha growled, showing his fangs, before he licked the cleft in his upper lip. A shiver went through me as I stared at him standing there and looking so fierce. I started thrusting my finger, feeling my hole begin to loosen, and let myself moan from the sensations. I added another a little sooner than I was used to, but dammit, I wanted to get Ghosha inside me already. I'd waited too damn long.

"Easy," he said, his voice a rumbling purr. "Don't hurt yourself."

"I want you."

"You'll have me soon enough." He got on the bed and loomed close, teasing me with his size and heat, though he probably didn't realize it. "And then you'll have me again and again for the rest of your life."

I moaned at the thought of that and accidentally brushed over the bump of my prostate, making myself gasp. Ghosha grinned and leaned in to swipe at the head of my leaking cock with that rough tongue of his. I whimpered from the scratchy feeling on such a sensitive spot even as I thrust up for another one.

But instead of licking me again, Ghosha placed his hand on top of mine and eased my fingers deeper inside me. "As far as you can go," he said, "and still I'll go deeper."

Groaning at the idea of being that filled, I added a third finger and plunged them in to my knuckles. The stretch was a bit sharp, but it felt so good. Even better with my wicked mate making promises to give me even more than I could do to myself. Impatient and desperate, I pulled my fingers free and thrust the lube at him before rolling onto my stomach and sliding down the bed until I was under him.

Ghosha's growl was right beside my ear. "You remembered," he said. "I told you I'd take you from behind, didn't I? Ah, Squire, you're going to feel me for days."

Oh, how I wanted that! As I listened to him slick his cock for me, I pushed up onto my knees so my ass was in the air and left my head resting on the bed. Gripping the blanket in both hands, I tried to slow my breathing and relax my muscles just like the very helpful articles had instructed. When I felt the wet kiss of his cockhead on my hole, I froze completely.

"Breathe, my mate," he whispered to me. "You have nothing more to do now than to let me in and breathe."

I nodded and closed my eyes, concentrating on letting him in. Shittin' fuck, he was huge! But I breathed and I pushed out and…he fit! I felt the nub-covered head of him pop inside me and then he was just gliding deeper and deeper and deeper. When I felt the fur of his groin press against my cheeks, I just had to say, "Oh, my fucking god, I think you're in my throat."

Ghosha chuckled, and I swore it reverberated all through me. "Not quite, but thank you." He was draped over my back, and now he nuzzled between my shoulders. "You're perfect, Squire. So very perfect."

I was going to say something about him being just as perfect, but he moved, withdrawing, and the drag inside me took my breath away. He kept a slow pace for all his talk of impatience, but maybe now that he had me and knew he could again, he didn't feel so crazed. And dear god, those tiny bumps on his cock were playing my rim like a music box's drum, each nub pinging some nerve ending that up and sang for him.

He picked up his pace, and I couldn't resist rocking back to meet him. Rubbing my face into the bedding, I wailed and moaned and whined from the deep, throbbing sensations that had me reaching down to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts. Ghosha was breathing heavily, his hot breath ruffling my hair, and growling like a wild thing as he really fucked me now. He was right—I was going to feel him for days.

I didn't want to come, but I couldn't stop it. Suddenly, I was spasming all over his cock and shooting into my fist, my voice cracking as I hollered my release. Ghosha punched into me and made a sound damn near a roar before a shiver went through him and shook me, too. We panted like that forever before he pulled back, separating us, and I rolled over.

I'd barely blinked before Ghosha scooped me up and turned to sit against the wall with me straddling his lap. I moaned at the way the position made my ass feel, but it was a good feeling. Snuggling up in his fur and the heat of his body as he wrapped his arms around me was the best part. And then he had to go and say…

"That was the greatest gift anyone's ever given me, Squire. I'm so honored and privileged to be your mate."

I sat back enough to kiss him, hoping that action could convey what I couldn't quite say out loud.