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Never had that happen before, and for a moment, I pause in a sort of scared anticipation. But core-rhythms don’t start like that. If my core-rhythm ever sang, I wouldn’t have to guess about what’s happening. It would be undeniable.

I take a moment to breathe before pulling Eleanor tighter against me, worried she might squirm away at the fact that my spend is soaking through her night tunic. But she doesn’t move. She remains there, letting me hold her. Letting me realize one thing.

This female…

I need her. Not just in this moment but in every way possible. The thought of claiming her, of making her mine, is almost overwhelming. But for now, I’m content to lose myself in her, to let her soft moans and sweet kisses consume me completely.

Because if I can’t give her all of me, I don’t deserve to ask of her the same.

14

ZYNAR

I’m awake when Eleanor slides off me and creeps out of the outbuilding. Immediately, loss of her warmth makes the entire building feel cold. Curling in on myself, I open my eyes only the moment that I hear the doors close. I have to force breaths through my nostrils, my core-beat still unsteady and my lungs struggling for air. I blow a small laugh through my mouth. I’ve heard other beings say it before, but never thought I’d experience it myself. This Little Bird actually takes my breath away. Stretching, my arms and legs splay as I stare up at the dark roof.

That was…beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.

Taking measured breaths, I lie like that, trying to categorize what just happened between us. I made her climax. I’m sure of it. Just the memory of her juices on my claws, her taste…oh frakk, I could feast on her for a lifetime.

My cock grows hard now at that thought. Would she allow me to? Would she allow my tongue to bring her pleasure like my shaft and claw did? I shudder at the possibility. Even if she doesn’t allow me to enter her, I’m already intoxicated by simply the thought of her taking pleasure from me each sol.

I grip myself again now, cock so hard it feels like metal in my fist, and I pump. My eyes flutter closed, head tilted back as I replay the evening’s events. Over and over again, I replay her little whimpers, how her thighs squeezed as she rubbed her core along my shaft, how she buried her face into my neck and scented me… Oh Eleanor, Little Bird… How will I ever leave this farm when the job is done? When she no longer needs me here?

The thought is enough to make my claw slow down, each pump torturously slow as I consider the implications. But then my claw speeds up again. I’ll find reason for her to make me stay. I’ll work hard. Make her want to keep me here.

I will give my Little Bird all she needs in the hope that she will want me to stay. That she’ll see I’m more than just a worker here; that I can be something more for her.

The thought propels me, each pump of my claw bringing me closer to the edge. My mind is consumed by the vision of Eleanor, her warmth, her touch, her scent. The fantasy is almost too much to bear, but I cling to it, letting it fuel my desire, my need, my determination.

When I finally find release, it’s with her name on my lips, a growl that echoes through the outbuilding. I fall back against the bale, panting, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. Satisfaction, longing, fear, hope—all tangled together in a knot that centers on one truth: I’ve never felt like this about any female I’ve ever encountered. From the very first moment, Eleanor caught my attention.

I…I think I need her as much as she might need me.

Breathing heavily, I clean myself off, each movement deliberate, my mind already racing with ways to prove myself to her. To show her that I’m not just here for the job, but for her. Her human matebonds are not the same as Kari. If it were, she could not be so far away from her past mate. That means her species has a different approach to relationships, one that allows for change and new beginnings. This realization gives me hope. My core-rhythm might never sing, but I will give her my all till my last breath.

I sit up, breaths still slightly unsteady as I stare down with a frown at my cock as it slowly rises again.

I want her.

My Little Bird.

Only fate sent me to this farm. I cannot ignore it.

As the light of dawn begins to seep into the building, I make a silent vow: I will show Eleanor that I am here for her; that I can be the partner she needs. No matter what it takes.

By the time the sun rises, I’m already in the field.

Oogas mill about lazily, somewhat annoyed that all their grass-feed has been cut down. One bumps me in the thigh with its head and I growl playfully at it before rolling over the bale I’d brought out earlier.

“This should tide you over until I move you and your herd to the outbuilding,” I murmur, absentmindedly rubbing a claw across my chest. There’s an ache there. Slight. I lean on the tilling machine, frowning as I focus on steadying my breaths. Did I overdo it last cycle? Pulled too much spend from my sac? I’ve never had to make myself climax so many times to reach satisfaction, and, what’s strange is that I still exited the outbuilding with a hard cock. My breaths come a little harder than usual, my core-beat a little unsteadier than it usually is. But I’m hardly paying attention either. My gaze keeps slipping to the lodge, searching for signs Eleanor is awake.

Sweat rises underneath my scales as I till the field when my gaze shifts to the lodge again. The moment I catch movement behind the window, my core-beat goes awry. I stop working, staring at the lodge before I’m suddenly moving toward it, drawn by some invisible string.

I try to think of a reason for bothering her so early. I can perhaps ask for her direction on the tilling. Ask what she wants me to do. Yes. I will do that.

I’m on the porch, my fist formed and hovering at her door when I pause.

My core-beat does that strange thing again. Like a stutter and a restart.

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