Page 38 of Untamed

When the pleasurable feelings spike, I let them go, enjoying the wave of feelings while rubbing myself against his palm.

"That's it,Qitsuk. My beautiful luna, ride it out on my fingers. You like that? Oh, my Bliss, how fucking perfect you are."

With a low, guttural moan, he wrenches his hand away. I don't care anymore, the little flutters of pleasure still zapping through my body. Pressing me against the column, his hand dips into his trousers. He grunts and groans in my ear as he does something down there to himself.

I turn to him, letting my body rub on his, enjoying the feeling of my limbs turning to water. My fingers dance over his bare chest, the hair on him tickling my skin. He feels so different. I look at his eyes, admiring the fierce light in them. Oo, he seems ferocious. Is he enjoying this as much as I just did?

He lets out a shout. Something touches my female parts again. Not his fingers, just flesh, but I don't look down until I feel a splash of liquid.

Did he just pee on me? Looking down between our bodies, I see his long, thick, male part shoved under my dress. Blinking, I stare. Oh, is this the mating Mama told me about? I frown, confused. Mama said it hurt. It certainly sounded like it was a quiet agony to be endured. Not something that seems so messy, butinnocuous; bland, inoffensive, painless. Enjoyable, even.

He reaches down and touches the white, milky liquid he splashed all over my thighs and belly. Lifting his fingers to my mouth, he huskily whispers, "open and taste,Qitsuk."

My tongue darts out as if it has a mind of its own. I lick the pad of his fingers, tasting the salty liquid that, thankfully, isn't his pee.

"Goddess, you couldn't be sexier." His head drops to mine, our foreheads touching. "Speak to me,Qitsuk. Just one word, and I swear I'll unchain you. Please, my love. Just say anything. Your name? Hell, tell me I'm an ass for doing this to you.Anything."

I don't speak. He may have touched me very nicely, but I don't trust him. I don't trust those soft walnut-eyes and the messages they are trying to send. He's still a male, stillPack.

Pulling away, he looks at me in disappointment. Gently, he wraps his arms around me again. "It's too soon for this," he mutters as if talking to himself. It wouldn't surprise me; he talks so much.

"Let's sleep, my Bliss."

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12 - The Map

Willa

This...kissing...thing is nice. Very nice. It's strange. Touching isn't something I do very often. Mama would hug me occasionally, but I would always squirm free, eager to rush into the forest and hunt or seek out wild herbs or watch dandelions and honeybees and squirrels.

When I was alone, I would hold still, more still than any living creature should. But, when I was with Mama inside that cabin, I would want nothing more than to run and run.

With Mactiir,I don't feel the need to push him away. I don't feel the urge to escape when he's touching me. But, as soon as he moves away, I feel the itch in my spine. The danger of being so confined by chains in the home of my enemy. The Pack.

The Pack will destroy you, Willa. They will see you as something unworthy to live amongst them.

I asked Mama, 'why?' What is so wrong with me? She had no answer, only offered more dire warnings about the Pack.

It's hard to believe that there is something wrong with me when Mactiir is holding me so gently. Maybe it's the nest that makes me feel so secure with its pillow of flowers and silk and the softest cotton. That's the most likely answer.

He pulls away, smiling gently. All night we cuddled together in my nest-box, kissing, breathing in each other's scents.

"Today, we're going to go see my brothers. They were at the Post. Rhet and Thjis? Sarj has school today. He may still be at the house. I don't know his exact morning schedule. I don't want to overwhelm you,Qitsuk. But, I was in the forest for four days, and I have to ah… talk to some trespassers our patrol came across. So we have to head to the ranch then the packhouse."

I really don't understand half of what he's saying. That's annoying. I wonder if Mactiir has a dictionary? A Mac-tionary?

"There's work I need to do. If you feel scared, I want you to let me know, alright? Just... growl at me, or something."

He's being ridiculous again.

"You know what? Don't worry, my Bliss. I'll watch you. I'll know if you're getting too anxious. Don't worry about anything, alright?"

His words fall around me just like a waterfall, rushing, too hurried to make sense, but somewhere just out of reach is a peaceful pool of fresh, blue water. My eyes start to drift closed.

"No, no, my Bliss. Wake up,Qitsuk."

He doesn't shake me awake. Instead, he gently strokes my hair, my cheek. I force my eyes to open, wondering why I'm so tired.

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