Page 54 of Wild Life

I grabbed the spear from her. From the way she was waving it around, thismoviewould quickly turn from pornographic to horror.

“Oh, come on.” She pressed a hand to my chest. “Don’t be a grump. It’s okay to have a little fun, you know.”

“You need to learn to hunt. What if s-something happens to me?” The possibility was real with the influx of storms or the threat of disease. It wasn’t a matter ofifit ever happened, it would bewhen, for both of us. And if I was injured first, she would be left helpless—and very hungry.

She twisted her nose up at me, then flashed a brilliant smile. “What could possibly happen to you? You’re my Cryptid, remember? My mythical man-beast with the muscles of ten men and the invincibility of a superhero.”

We had made up from the speaking debacle and she was no longer freezing me out. To be honest, my assistance with her research was what had broken her force field of ice. She loved bats, and bringing her closer to them had brought her closer to me.

“You will need more skills than you already have to s-survive.” She had learned a few things from me, like how to harvest fruit from high trees and kindle a fire. Starting the fire wasn’t the issue for her, learning to keep it going was the challenge. Through a lot of practice, she had been able to start one to sterilize her research equipment, but none of that was worth it if she couldn’t hunt. Protein would keep her strong against the elements and was vital to her existence. This was a serious matter, and right now, she was too distracted to listen.

Her expression sharpened and her eyes narrowed. She sauntered up to me like she was ready to eat me alive. My tongue thickened in my mouth. She grabbed the spear from my hand and tossed it aside. “I have more skills than you could ever imagine, jungle boy.”

Her hands went to my solid chest, and though she was much smaller than me, I backtracked as she pushed me against the trunk of a tree, my back grazing the rough surface.

She tilted her head to the side and bit her bottom lip, and all I could focus on was how red it became under the pressure and how hard my cock was from the idea of it bleeding.

She put her hand on my neck and pulled me down, sealing her lips around mine. Since our first kiss, we hadn’t been able to control ourselves. Almost everything we did together somehow ended with our lips together and our tongues all tangled up.

Kissing awakened something that had been stagnant inside me, like I had been asleep for the past twenty-four years and had suddenly woken up drifting in the clouds. This had to be what heaven was like, if there was one.

I was lost in her, never reaching my fill. I clutched the fabric of her shirt at her waist, pulling her in, and she rubbed herself against my body, igniting a flame. She really was an expert at kindling fires, in more than one way.

My cock begged for her heat against her body.

She explored me, measuring each crevice of my abdomen with her fingers. Her teeth nipped at my lip between devouring kisses. I loved the variety, the unpredictability she brought to everything she touched. It was an excitement I had never experienced before.

Her touch wandered to my loincloth, where she fisted my length in her hand. It was the first time she’d touched me there since she had wrapped her lips around me in the hut. The sound from my throat when she swiped her thumb over my sensitive tip was foreign to my ears, like a wild beast grunting amongst the trees.

I trailed my lips across her neck, kissing, sucking, and biting her soft skin. I wanted to mark her as mine, to leave my imprint forever.

“Aleki,” she moaned. “I need you.”

I needed her, too. I had been going at her pace ever since she had forgiven me, but my body was desperate for more. I wanted to touch every part of her, all at the same time. The feeling was urgent and suffocating—like if I didn’t, I’d die.

I pushed the hem of her shirt up, exposing her breasts. I bent down and licked the valley between them. They were perfect and her nipples were always pointy, commanding attention from under her clothes. I sealed my lips around a nipple and massaged it with my tongue. Her body arched into me, and she pumped my dick swiftly. It ached painfully to be somewhere different—somewhere deeper and tighter.

“Fuck me, Aleki. Please.” She wanted to help me hide it away, too.

I pulled the shirt over her head and growled as I took in her perfectly naked body. She was beautiful. My one stroke of fortune on this forsaken island. All mine.

She wrapped her legs around me when I lifted her, pressing her wetness against my waist. I lowered us to the ground, careful to lay her only on soft brush. Our kisses were frenzied, breaths rivaling the fervor of the birds chirping overhead. I swallowed each one of her tiny moans, stealing them away so they were only mine to hear.

“Do you know how to fuck?” she panted against my lips.

“No.” Obviously, I hadn’t. I didn’t know what I was doing—I was acting only on instinct. Raw, primal instinct.

“Tell me if you don’t want to. I’ll understand,” she said.

Her consideration was a product of her own overactive mind. At first, I had found her annoying, but I had quickly realized that it was because she had too much racing through her head. She didn’t just think about herself, she worried about everything else around her, including me. I now understood her frantic behavior and was touched by how she cared for me when she was clearly desperate to satisfy her own needs.

“I need to,” I murmured, ripping off my loincloth to free my cock to explore her.

“Do you want me to show you how satisfy a woman?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Lie down,” she instructed.

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