Page 39 of Corvak's Challenge

In response, she lifts her arms.

I grab her by the hips and pull her against me, her legs going about my waist. I need an anchor to steady us and move a few steps to the cave wall. Pressing Aidy up against it, I hold her slippery body close. "Guide me in?"

"No teasing this time," she whispers, and reaches between us.

Her gaze locks on me as she takes my cock in her hands and moves me to the entrance of her body. Once I'm there, she nods, and I thrust forward, sinking the head into her warmth. It is the most amazing sensation, a dozen times better than my fingers inside her heat. I can feel everything, the clench of her cunt around me, the hitch of her breath, the throb of my blood, and even the humming in my chest, all through my cock. She shifts her weight, settling against me, and I slowly push deeper into her, sinking into her warmth.

"Good?" she asks me, her thumb stroking my skin.

"Incredible," I manage, voice thick. With small, careful strokes, I continue to push into her until I am fully seated, and the prominent nub of my spur rubs against her clit.

She squirms, her eyes widening in surprise at this newest revelation. Her hand slides between us. "Oh."

I stiffen, worried. "Bad? Should I move it?" I go to put my hand where hers is.

Aidy bats me away. "No! It's good. Really good." I thrust lightly, experimentally, and her thighs clench, her cunt shivering in response. She whimpers. "Really fucking good."

Fighting back a growl of possessiveness, I reach up and take a handful of her wet hair. I remember what she said, about liking my strength, and I want to feel her come again. I want her to clench around me and squeeze my cock like a vise. I wrap my hand in her mane and tug as I thrust. She gasps again, the sound needy and hungry. Her fingers dig into my biceps, as if encouraging me to go faster.

As if I can stop. Now that I am inside her, swallowed by the heat of her, there is no controlling my primal side. I anchor her against the wall and piston into her, fast and wild, her hair trapped in my hand. Aidy makes little moans and mewls as my cock hammers into her, and the sounds turn into my name as she nears another climax. Her legs clamp my hips, and her excitement makes my sac tighten, filling with the need to release. When her eyes close and her face contorts in her climax, I feel it—she squeezes around my cock so tight, her body taut with her release. "Corvak!"

I do not say her name. I have no words. I just surge and surge into her, claiming. Branding. Marking as my own. My mate. My everything. I spill inside her heat, filling her with my release. My seed. Even when my sac is emptied, I still move within her, slowly, reluctant to stop this intense feeling. I am inside her, Aidy's limbs wrapped around me, and this is like no pleasure I have ever felt before. I am one with her.

Resting my head atop hers as we catch our breath, I could swear that the humming in my chest eases a bit. It relaxes, just like I have. Maybe it's somehow tied to my pleasure.

Gradually, my breathing slows, and I become aware that I'm crushing Aidy's smaller form against the uneven wall of the cave. I ease off of her, still cradling our joined bodies, and brace my hand over the small of her back. "Did I hurt you?"

She snorts. "You can hurt me like that any day." At my frown, she adds, "But no, you didn't."

Good. The thought of harming her with my needs is devastating.

Her hand plays against the pelt over my pectorals. "Did they shoot you with some sort of woman-attracting pheromone in that lab? Because I'm not sure I'm supposed to be this addicted to you. All I can think about is touching you. Being near you."

Huh. Is that so? I'm rather pleased to hear that. Pleased, and surprised. I try to play it down, though. I don't want to seem too eager. "I don't know. You've been good at keeping your hands to yourself."

"Have you seen my hands? They were filthy until our swim." She holds one up as if by example. "And I don't know if you noticed, but our friends smell like three-day-old roadkill."

I chuckle, because how could anyone ignore that smell? "They are eye-wateringly foul."

"Just thinking about them makes me want to wash my hands again," she admits, and then tilts her head, giving me a sly look. "Wanna scrub my back for real?"

My cock twitches with interest. "Insatiable female. You know I will."

"I swear I really mean it," she protests. "Scrubbing, not sex."

Sure, sure. We both know she is lying.

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

AIDY

Over the spaceof a few days, our new cave becomes home. It'll never be the tiny rancher with sun-yellow walls I sometimes dream about from back home, but it's spacious and roomy and my heated cavern with the pool in it makes up for so much that I can't even be disappointed. This is just temporary until we win, I remind myself, but the thought of it being temporary no longer feels like the "out" it was before, when we first were stranded here.

What happens to Corvak once we "win"? Do they separate us? Do we go our separate ways? I hate the thought, so I push it from my mind and focus on my surroundings.

The second cavern isn't as big as the first one, but it feels more private, especially since when we wake up in the mornings, there's at least one of the snow-people peering in, looking for Corvak. The main cavern will be the work area, I decide, and the second one, closer to the pool and slightly warmer, will be our bedroom. I establish a firepit in the main cavern and line it with a heavy double-row of rocks, then do the same in the "bedroom." I make a bed for us out of the comfortable, soft fursthat we'd stolen from the supply cave. In the front cave, I keep the fire going at all times and cook the food that's constantly being brought up to us by our snow-people allies. I use a sharp-edged knife and scrape the gunk off the back of the skins from our more recent kills, but I don't know how to make them soft and pretty like the ones we stole. They're still gross and smelly and hard from dried-on bits. We're going to have to use them at some point, though, because we need clothing and shoes and a jillion other things.

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