Episode Forty-Nine Don’t Move

T hallose

I haven't felt this good since that day long ago when I trotted into the forest to hunt for dinner for my family. My heart feels light.

I might not have fixed things between us, but my female is in my arms, I'm protecting her from the cold, and I've opened my heart to her. There's not much more I can do, other than be the male she deserves.

"That day was awful, Thallose. The night was worse. But when you were so nice to me after that, it broke my heart because I liked the way it felt when you were kind, but I thought it was only because Dhar and Azael had threatened you."

Dipping my head to look into her blue eyes, I let her see my sincerity when I shake my head and say, "No. I botched the mating, but even then I wanted to make things better for you. All the things I've done since then? The water and food I bring you, the smiles, the beaver stole I sewed with the tiniest stitches so they'd be smooth around your neck? All of that was because I wanted to do those things. To be kind to you. To get closer to you."

"You're close now," she breathes with a smile as she turns in my arms.

"So I am. I'm torn."

I wait for her to ask, "About what?"

"Should I stay in this position to look at your beautiful face up close? Or should I span the distance between us and kiss those plump pink lips of yours?"

She doesn't have to say anything. The spark in her eyes is all the answer I need.

I fold her against me, keeping her in the embrace of my wings, as I lean to brush her lips. Tonight is going to be different from our first night. I'm going to do everything right this time.

Her lips are warm and pliant against mine, opening to me before I attempt to breach them. Her taste bursts on my tongue, feminine and vaguely spicy.

Although I neglected to explore them during our last encounter, her plush breasts brush against my chest, their two hard points grazing my pecs.

Putting one hand on the small of her back, I drag her so close my cock pulses between her hip bones.

I'll need to go slow, giving her ample time to stop me. I'm a smart male. Just because she's softened toward me doesn't mean she's ready to invite me into her warm channel, or let me invade the interior of her heart.

When her palms slide under my tunic and up my chest, graze my nipples, and then surround my neck, I realize perhaps I don't need to slow down.

Every night as I watched the three of them in the furs not ten feet from me, though I was filled with shame for peeping, I noted everything the males did to bring sounds of pleasure from her perfect mouth.

After dragging her tunic up, I dip my head to lick her nipple. Her fingers curl around my shoulders, but no sound escapes her lips. I explore, trying to discern what those males did that garnered her gasps and moans. Fluttering flicks with my broad tongue make her squirm. Her thighs open and welcome me closer.

It's not until I nip the hardened tips that I feel her grip tighten on my shoulders and hear her soft moan of pleasure. It doesn't take me long before I learn to pluck with one hand and nip her other teat with my teeth. Her squirming against me, trying to crush our pelvises together, tells me I'm on the right track to pleasuring my new mate.

"I want to erase all the pain I've caused you and fill the void with pleasure. Now I want to make you scream in ecstasy," I tell her as I pull her on top of me, hoping she'll ride me as I've watched her ride her other mates in the dim moonlight of our hut.

"And you, starflyer? Do you scream your pleasure when you come?"

She nips along my jawline, thrusts her tongue between my lips to taste me, then spars with my tongue.

"Let's find out."

Though we're both still clothed, I grip her hips and press her more tightly against the stone-hard ridge under my suede pants.

"Your cock isn't bashful tonight," she says with a smile.

It's a smart move. Instead of pretending our first night together didn't happen, she's mentioning it. In her own way, she's telling me it doesn't matter. That she's enjoying me now and acknowledging how much I'm enjoying her.

"I want to taste you," she whispers so softly her words are almost carried away on the cool night air.

"I was thinking the same thing about you, Nadira. Pull off your pants. Ride my face until you scream your pleasure and wake all the little forest animals."

"I'd like to see that in a minute," a deep male voice explodes through the darkness. "Right now, don't move."