Episode Thirteen You’ll Take My Cock

M irron

I'm doing as I said, patrolling the area, keeping them safe so they can focus on each other. That doesn't mean I haven't been able to imagine every caress, lick, and thrust that's been going on between my lover and the female.

I know Dek's every noise, every sigh. It's easy to imagine his face as he grunts, knowing he's thrusting into her channel. With his harsh intake of breath, I know when his knot fills. When he barks, it's obvious he's spraying his fluid inside the female who has turned my world upside down.

I slide to my knees, sightless, unaware of my surroundings because I'm so focused on what's happening in my imagination.

There were a few words murmured during their encounter, but it's quiet now. Doesn't she know my mate needs certain things after he spends? Right now, she should be behind him, sliding her fingers through the soft hair between his shoulder blades.

She should press her lips behind those perfectly triangular ears and tell him all the things he needs to hear. I've known him for years. I know what he needs. He never tires of hearing how strong he is, how brave. How I see him, know the true male inside his fur, and appreciate his good heart and strength of spirit.

I strain, but I don't hear any whispering coming from the cave. She's not crooning to him about how much she loves him. That female is doing it all wrong.

And as much as I want to provide him with all those things, he's lost to me now. I never dreamed it would be me who needed him so badly. When did I fall so deeply in love with him that I opened myself to this depth of pain?

L uckily, Luka isn't trying to be stealthy when he approaches, a field-dressed lamb slung over his shoulder. By the time he crests the rise and can see me, I'm standing tall, looking every bit the sentinel I announced I would be.

We enter the cave together, waking the lovers who are napping in the furs. Just as I suspected, Deklan's curled around her. She's given no thought to his needs. It's not how it should be, it's him who's comforting her.

Luka's jealous, too. I can smell it on him as he stands near the entrance, his gaze flicking over the two of them cuddled together like a mated pair. We all need to take her together—soon. We'll do it after dinner and then hopefully this jealousy will be a thing of the past.

She should cook, as is fitting, but if she's as helpless at that as she was when I spied her trying to sew her tunic today, Luka's hunting efforts will be for naught.

"Will you cook us lamb stew, Dek?" I ask. How sad that I feel a twinge of pride that my voice sounds as strong and in control as it always does, not even hinting at the depth of my sadness.

"Yes. We've still got a good haul of carrots and potatoes we scraped from the fields in the east. I'll add those to it."

"Alliana. Join me in the pool." I don't even try to soften my voice, in fact I make certain it sounds like a command.

The look she gives me—a flash of terror, then a mask of calm—makes me wonder what her life was like before they banished her from Up Above to Down Below.

She's still naked, so she doesn't need a moment to shuck her clothes. She simply climbs into the water, using the rocks we placed to make steps that are hidden under the water.

I toss my tunic and leggings to the stone floor and jump in, causing a splash that soaks everything nearby.

The female is standing in water up to her tiny pink nipples, watching me warily. She reminds me of a fawn, mesmerized, defenselessly watching a predator.

I sit on one of the stone benches we constructed years ago. It's only when I'm seated that she sits, choosing the opposite side of our pool. The look on her face is guilty, her teeth biting one side of her lower lip. She knows I'm going to call her closer.

"My lap," is all I say, my gaze never leaving hers.

She wades over. Although she knew she should do this in the first place, I have to give her credit when she doesn't dawdle to follow my directions.

Gingerly, she slides sideways on my lap, her hip grazing my soft cock.

"You're going to take my cock tonight," I say. She needs to know I'm in charge. I want her to know she must do as I order.