“So wet,” he growls.
And yes, there is more slickness than I’ve probably ever had. He smears it in steady circles around my clit, every now and then pushing down on the magic button like he’s turning on a switch.
“Oh, Goddess. Do that again.” I beg.
“Mmm,” he purrs. “Like that, precious?”
“So much.”
I spread my legs wider and he slides his finger in deep and oh. There are absolutely no words. I’m making animalistic sounds and I can feel his finger pushing in and out, making squelching sounds. My hips buck, meeting his hand, and the heel of his palm is bumping my clit when his finger’s deep inside.
“You’re going to come for me. Going to squeeze my fingers so I know what your cunt will feel like gripped around my cock.”
And yes, I’m almost there. Ecstasy is washing over me, directly tied to this male who is intent on bringing me pleasure.
My release crashes over me, my sheath clenching around his fingers, his cock rock-hard against the crack of my ass. The world spins out of control, my breath coming in gasping huffs, my legs trembling.
“Shh, shhh,” he croons, kissing the side of my neck. “I got you, beautiful.”
My heart is pounding against my ribcage. But he slowly brings me down to earth, cuddling me gently, kissing me softly.
I turn in his arms, hugging him. He smirks and whispers in my ear. “I’ll let you clean up while I greet your aunt and uncle.”
My eyes pop open. I spring out of his arms in time to hear them right outside, at the front door.
He chuckles and I burst out laughing, then quickly head down the hall to the bathroom.
By the time I head back to the dining room, Var is seating Aunt Rosemary next to Uncle Paul. He has the salad bowls out in front of them.
“There she is,” he says.
Aunt Rosemary looks up. “Neegie! Var was just telling us what the two of you made for dinner. It’s important when a couple are compatible enough to cook together.”
She gives me a big, obvious wink.
“Rosie,” Uncle Paul groans, but his smile is as wide as his wife’s. “Stay out of it.”
“Nonsense. I got Joanna and Latsil together. Then our own Abigail and Azorr—”
“Enjoy the beef mushroom pasta, auntie.” I kiss her soft cheek and then Var seats me in a spot next to him.
Under the table, our feet rub each other gently. After our conversation earlier about pretending to be mated, it’s been magical. Soft touches and heated looks. According to human traditions, a honeymoon phase.
Aunt Rosemary looks more than pleased, while Uncle Paul is more pleased with the beef pappardelle dish.
But there’s one thought niggling me. Will Varguk remain the same once we make love? Or will he turn into a Southpeak then, and congratulate himself on winning the bridge?
I’m not naïve as far as the ploys of males.
He heads out to the wagon once everyone is ready for bed. I head up to my room. I’m a nervous wreck, a bundle of desire. Will probably melt once he’s inside my room.
A pebble pings softly against the sill and without looking out, I jar the window open. He slides it open easily and I’m in his arms as soon as he’s inside. It’s all kisses and frantic touches and clothes getting flung off on the way to the bed. It’s utter silence, no talking, just want and need, tasting each other and enjoying our pleasure. But once I’m naked and he wears only pants, the back of my legs pressed up against the bed, he stops.
He places his forehead to mine and pauses. There’s a connection between us, the warmth of his skin pressed to mine, his deep even breathing, the slight simultaneous rocking back and forth.
“You could own my heart,” he murmurs in a throaty growl. He doesn’t sound surprised. Not resentful. More… reserved. Waiting for my answer.
“I’d give you mine to replace it.”
