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Callie opened her eyes to meet his gaze and gently caressed his face. “Good, because you feel so fucking good inside me.”
Urkot trilled and nuzzled her neck, breathing her scent deep. “I would keep my stem buried inside you until the Eight take me if I could.”
Gathering her close in his arms, Urkot rolled onto his back upon the silk nest, settling within it and curling his legs around his female to provide her with as much body warmth as he could.She lay atop him with her legs spread to either side, her head on his chest, and her damp curls tickling his hide.
In the aftermath of their mating, ripples of pleasure rolled through Urkot, setting his tendrils to quiver inside Callie. He relished every sensation, her every reaction, every soft sound that escaped her.
Gradually, the pulses faded, his tendrils retreated, and his mate’s body grew lax. His own body felt heavier with each beat of his hearts, and the aches that had plagued him since the rockfall settled back into place.
But he held on until her breathing deepened and he knew she was asleep. He cherished these fleeting moments most of all—his mate being comfortable enough, trusting enough, to sleep with him like this, with his stem still inside of her.
Then he let exhaustion drag him into darkness.
CHAPTER 16
Sharp,painful cramping and gnawing, nausea-inducing hollowness pulled Callie abruptly from her dreams.
Hunger.
Rude as hell.
She squeezed her eyes tighter shut and scrunched her nose, burying her face against Urkot’s chest.
Callie didn’t want to get up, didn’t want to move while she was so cozily cradled in Urkot’s arms. She was warm, and this was exactly where she wanted to be.
Yet other discomforts were making themselves known now that she was awake. The insistent fullness of her bladder, the dull aches she’d collected since the cave-in, the faint sting on her shoulder where Urkot had bitten her. Far more pleasant than all that was the soreness between her thighs, where Urkot had so deliciously stretched her.
Callie grinned. She’d never felt so full, had never experienced so much pleasure in her life.
My spider man used my pussy gooooood.
Why had she waited so long? She could’ve been having mind blowing sex this whole time. It was no wonder Ivy and Ahmya always had such dreamy looks on their faces.
Drawing in a deep breath, she took in both Urkot’s scent and the musky scent of sex that clung to them both. Warmth spread across her face; her body was covered in cum.
I’m thoroughly in need of a wash.
But that could wait just a little longer. She was content right here, and she didn’t want this moment to end just yet.
Turning her head to rest her cheek upon him, she smoothed her palm over his chest and down his side until her fingers met the mangled scar where his lower left arm had once been. Her heart squeezed.
She’d heard the tale of how Urkot had lost his arm when they’d first met Garahk and the thornskulls. Though the thornskulls and shadowstalkers had been enemies when the story had occurred, Garahk had spoken with great respect for Urkot’s prowess.
Urkot had been the last shadowstalker standing against a huge, dangerous female warrior who had killed many of his companions before facing him. And Callie knew neither Garahk’s story nor Urkot’s humbler, more grounded account had done justice to the pain and trauma he’d endured during that encounter.
The female warrior had, with her bare hands and raw, unfathomable strength, torn Urkot’s whole arm off. And he, having already suffered a blow to the head that likely should’ve killed him, had picked up the limb and used it to bludgeon his enemy to death.
When she’d first heard the story, Callie had called it crazy. She regretted those words.
There’d been nothing crazy about what Urkot had done. He’d been placed in a horrible, desperate situation, and he had done everything he could, had pushed beyond all limits, to protect his surviving companions from a terrifying threat. He had faced his own death to help others.
Maybe he didn’t see the heroism in that, but it was undeniable. And the price he’d paid…
She couldn’t imagine the suffering he’d endured. He’d mentioned himself that he had expected to die in that swamp. Though he’d lived, she didn’t doubt that the injury had changed his life forever.
And yet she’d never once heard him complain. She’d never once heard him bemoan his situation. In fact, he’d openly joked about it, teasing the humans by pointing out that three arms was still more than they had.
Urkot was a rock for his dependability, his endurance, his steadiness, his toughness. But he was all that while being so gentle and uplifting. Though his scar undoubtedly carried deep trauma, he’d made it into something more—a symbol of the supportive, caring, selfless person he was.
