Page 49 of Keeping Freya
“I want it to be good for you.”
“Oh, you have no idea how good this is for me.”
She wriggles her hips, urging me to move, and like with everything my mate tells me, I obey.
Slowly thrusting in and out of her, I try to find a rhythm. It takes me a couple of tries, but when she moans my name as I hit a special part inside her body, I increase my tempo. Our bodies clash together, and the sounds of her wet cunt only spur me on. I know I will lose control any second now, if only I could make her…
My tail slips between our bodies and circles her clit, making her cry out my name. With a grin, I give in to my needs and I start thrusting wildly. The moment I feel her cunt clench around me, I am gone. I try to pull out, remembering what this will mean for the bond, but Fr’Ya clutches me tightly against her with arms and legs, so there is nothing left for me to do but surrender as I cum.
CHAPTER 28
Freya
Iknew it would be good, but I had no idea it would be mind-blowing. I hold on to T’Rak for dear life, afraid that if I don’t, life comes crashing down, and I have to think about what we did. I wanted it, there’s absolutely no doubt about that, but there’s gonna be repercussions.
T’Rak pushes a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Are you alright?”
Worry laces his tone, and I nuzzle his neck to take it away. “More than alright. I am perfect.”
“Was it good for you?” he hesitantly asks, and I chuckle.
“Very good.”
He pushes himself up, and I reluctantly let go. The moment our bodies lose the connection, I feel a little bit awkward, and I don’t know what to do. His face is a mixture of concern and utter adoration. I feel my chest tighten. It’s as if there’s more to our connection than just some pre-destined bond. But that can’t be. I can’t let it be.
And what better way to shove away your feelings than with awkward aftercare? “We uhm… uh, there’s going to be a clean-up situation.”
T’Rak looks down, and when he shifts a bit, his softened cock slips out of me. Understanding dawns in his eyes, and he curses.
“It’s no big deal.”
He grunts something unintelligible and rushes over to his pack, only to come back with something resembling a towel.
“Thanks,” I mutter the words as I clean myself up a bit. “Is there some water nearby? And I should really find a place to pee.”
“Outside, to the right, but do not go far,” he warns me.
Shaking my head, I exit the tent. As if I’d go far without him. I may be many things, but too stupid to live isn’t one of them.
When I step outside, a fresh breeze hits me, and I am greeted by the songs of birds. I clutch the towel against my body, my rumpled suit in my hands. Pee first, cleanup second. Turning to the right, I find a nice bush to relieve myself behind. Life feels so much better on an empty bladder. The sound of running water draws me in. Still keeping my survival instincts intact, I call out for my big warrior. “T’Rak?”
“Fr’Ya?” he responds.
“I’m going to the water to clean up, is that okay?”
“Do not go in too deep. I will be there in a minute. Just running some scans.”
I take that as the all-clear sign and let my ears guide me towards my bath. The foliage is dense here, and I feel like a true Indiana Jones pushing through the Jungle—if only I wasn’t wearing a tiny towel and clutching a dirty jumpsuit to my chest.
The current of the water gets louder and louder, and afterI push through a couple of lower bushes, lined with berries, I emerge onto a small beach.
In front of me is a narrow river lined with a sandy beach on my side and a rocky shore on the other. Right across from where I’m standing is a small cove filled with big flat stones. Those would be perfect to dry my clothes on. T’Rak warned me not to go too deep, but it wouldn’t hurt if I waddled a bit, right? Explored the riverbank?
Before I go in, I look over my shoulder, but there is no sign of the big guy. The berries on the bushes have me realize I’m pretty hungry. They’re the same as the ones we had last night, before—wait a minute— T’Rak and I both ate those berries, and an hour later we were insatiable. I am no expert, but this feels way too coincidental.
Deciding to forgo the berries, I dip my toe into the river. The current is flowing, but it’s not too strong, and the temperature is perfect as well. It’s a little bit on the cold side, but that would wake me up better than any cup of coffee.
When I’m knee-deep in the water, I hear bristling in the forest, and T’Rak emerges at the same spot I did. He’s wearing his harness with his knives, and nothing else. My mouth waters when I look at him, and I forget to hold on to the towel. I don’t even move when I feel it drop; that’s how distracted I am by his gorgeous body on display for me—muscles upon muscles, resembling his immense strength. I know I fell for his arms, but those thighs. Damn those thighs…
