Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Okay,” I say, breathless. “For now, we have to stop resonating. Is there a cave near here? One of the hunter caves?”
I’rec nods. “Two valleys over.”
I bend down and fix my first boot, tightening the straps that wind around my calves. “Okay. We go there. We fuck like bunnies until resonance stops. And then we go back to camp and…then we figure out how to break the news to Tia and R’jaal gently. And then we figure things out from there.”
I fix my other boot and then straighten, glancing over at him. I’rec is on his feet, grimacing as if in pain as he puts his loincloth and belt back on.
“Can you make it to the other cave?” I ask, snagging my gathering bag and sticking the scraps of my leather pants in them.
“I will manage. Are you ready?”
Snatching up the last of the cut laces, I nod. “Yeah, I think I got everything. At least now if someone comes upon this spot looking for us, they won’t see shreds of leather and wonder what the fuck happened. They—ulp!” The words choke off in my throat as I’m hauled into the air and flung over I’rec’s shoulder. “Hey!”
“It will be faster if I carry you,” he says, his voice growly with need. Oh god, that sounds incredibly sexy. So unfair. Why am I so turned on for I’rec? Why couldn’t I have resonated to R’jaal and made things easy for everyone?
A moment later, I’rec’s mouth presses against my upper thigh and he groans. “Your cunt smells so good. You’re so wet with my seed.”
I wriggle atop his shoulder, whimpering, because my bare ass is in the air. “I’rec—”
Sucking in a startled breath, I squirm as his hand goes between my thighs. He pushes two fingers into my sopping, messy cunt and scrapes his teeth over my leg again. “Better,” he rasps. “Much better.”
Oh god, he’s going to head to the other cave with his fingers inside my pussy, plugging me like I’m a goddamn bowling ball? I should be mortified. Instead, it feels so good it takes everything I have not to moan like a goddamn dying Balo.
And then the bastard starts jogging. As if I’m not being tortured enough. As if the constant jolt of his buried fingers inside my pussy isn’t driving me absolutely wild.
“I am hurrying,” he tells me, sounding as out of breath as I am. “I want to be there as much as you do.”
Oh sure, he says that, and then his fingers move inside me again and I claw at his back, on the verge of coming once more. Between that and the vibration in my chest from resonance, I’m an absolute panting mess. I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused, and the fact that it’s I’rec—my friend and who is very off limits because he’s in love with Tia—who’s the one that’s causing me to light up like this makes it all feel dirty and wrong.
Which, of course, turns me on even more.
By the time we get to the cave, I feel as if I’m going to explode. I’m whimpering, squirming against those fingers that are seated so deep inside me and yet aren’t even giving me the courtesy of hitting my G-spot. I’rec sways, leaning heavily against the cliff wall just outside the cave, then staggers inside.
The moment he sets me down, I’m attacking his loincloth. I don’t have words left. All I know is that I need more of his cock. I rip it off of him with frantic hands, and then he’s tearing at my tunic, dragging it over my head. I’m fully naked except for my boots, and then he picks me up again and hauls me forward, dragging me against the wall. With a whimper, I lock my legs around his waist.
With a surge, he’s deep inside me again.
I cry out, digging my nails into his shoulders as he thrusts into me. From this angle, his spur is seated perfectly against my clit, rubbing hard, and each time he drives into me, my legs jerk in response and my cunt spasms. He grips me tightly, holding me against him as he pumps into me with short, fierce strokes.
“Mine,” he snarls, hunched over me even as he drives me against the wall. “Mine, F’lor.”
With another choked cry, I come again, hard and fast. Everything in my body clenches up and I wheeze, clinging to him as the newest orgasm rolls through my body. He thrusts a few more times, each one fiercer and more erratic than the last, and then more wetness rolls down my buttocks and thighs as he releases and slumps against me.
I remain pinned to the wall for a long moment, I’rec’s muscular, strong body resting against mine. I feel the urge to stroke his back, to pet and comfort him like I would a lover, but I’m afraid to. He’s not supposed to be mine. We’ve barely kissed, and I don’t know that he would want or appreciate any post-coital cuddling. Not when every time we’ve touched it’s been frantic and wild.