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I wasted no time in guiding her back to our alcove. Once we arrived, I closed the privacy curtain I’d fashioned over the entrance, even though I doubted anyone would be walking by. Most of the tribe would be outside, eagerly awaiting the sound of my mating call so they might start the celebration. While I did this, she set her dirty clothing aside and placed the towel over a chair to dry.

We came to stand in front of the bed together, and I turned her to face me as I took her hands in mine. “I feel I must tell you more about the mating customs of my people so you are not startled by what happens.”

“Oh?”

“When I enter you for the first time, I will release a thunderous roar known as the mating call. It’s an instinct I will not be able to stop.”

“Oh, that’s it? I don’t usually like loud noises, but your growls and roars are sexy, so I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it.” She glanced at the bed and the scent of her arousal thickened in the air. I noticed she was also clenching her thighs together, as though she were aching badly and needed imminent relief.

“There’s more,” I said, stroking her smooth auburn locks. “Once my people hear the mating call, they will start celebrating. They will beat sticks against trees, stomp their feet, and dance as they rejoice and try to create as much noise as possible. It’s believed that the louder they are, the more blessings the Great Spirit will bestow upon the newly mated couple. Also, once I release my seed inside you, I will roar again as a signal that our union is complete. The celebration will last long into the night.”

She met my gaze and a smile pulled at her lips. “For a second there, I was worried you were going to tell me that our union had to be witnessed by others from your tribe.”

“Actually, during the time of my four-times great grandfather, thatwasone of our customs,” I said. “Matings usually occurred outside under the stars and the entire tribe would watch.”

Her eyes widened and she gasped. “No! Are you serious?”

I nodded. “Yes, but our females started to object to it, and some of our males didn’t like… performing in front of others, so eventually the custom was changed.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. I would like our joining to be private, Mastorr. Something special that’s just between us.”

“I agree.” I allowed my gaze to wander over her curvy form, and before I realized what I was doing, my hands were pulling at the bottom of her sleeping shirt. “May I remove your clothing, sweet one?”

She gave a brief but quick nod. I drew the shirt over her head, and her firm breasts instantly spilled out. I hadn’t noticed her putting on a bra or panties as she’d gotten dressed in the bathing alcove, and my cock lurched as I realized I would glimpse her smooth, bare folds the moment I removed her sleeping pants.

Her legs trembled and her breath kept hitching as I finished undressing her, helping her step out of the slippers and pants. Once she was fully naked, I stood back and admired her beauty, so grateful that this gorgeous, caring female would soon belong to me. That we would belong to one another.

I lifted her and placed her upon the blankets, thankful that it was warm in the alcove, and she wouldn’t get cold during the claiming.

I hovered over her, not putting my weight on her, allowing my shaft to graze her thigh. “I realize I’m much larger than you, but I will try to bring you nothing but pleasure. I will go slow and be gentle with you, sweet one. I promise.” I pressed my lips to her neck and kissed a path down to her breasts, eager to suckle her peaks, ravenous to kiss and lick her all over before I entered her slick, inviting pussy.

Chapter41

LIV

I criedout as Mastorr’s tongue danced over my nether folds and he quickly zeroed in on my clit. But he didn’t seem to want me to come, because every time I hung on the edge of a release, he would pull away and focus on teasing my core with rapid, wicked caresses.

My hands delved into his hair, and I lurched my center against him, but it was no use. He seemed content to torment me.

“Please, Mastorr, please. Stop teasing me.”

His glowing eyes met mine, and I flushed at the sight of my essence gleaming on his lips. “I would like to feel you coming around my cock, sweet one, but I wish to get you excited before I push inside you.” His gaze became heated. “I also wanted a taste of you. You are so delicious that I doubt a day will pass without me wanting to feast on you.”

His words caused me to quiver as the ache in my core intensified, and I whimpered with relief when he leaned back, apparently finished teasing me.

I sat up and reached for his engorged shaft, taking it in my hand with a gentle squeeze. I stroked up and down a few times before taking him in my mouth.

His growls reverberated off the alcove walls, spurring me to take him deeper. But I kept my movements purposely slow, naughtily opting for a little payback. I licked the side of his cock but never quite sealed my lips around his girth, refusing to give him the snug friction he needed to erupt down my throat.

His fingers tangled in my hair, though not tightly. He caressed my locks as I continued licking him, and I took my time as I carefully swirled my tongue around the tip of his shaft. He shuddered and tensed and growled. He also released a sexy groan that caused my pussy to spasm with heat.

Suddenly, I couldn’t wait any longer.

I needed him. Now.

I scooted away as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Mastorr hadn’t wiped his mouth off, but when he met my gaze, he slowly, deliberately, licked my moisture from his lips.

Oh, dear God.

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