Barbarian's Mate (15 page)

Haeden nips at my lower lip, and he’s careful despite those big sharp teeth. They graze over my lip softly and I feel his tongue flick a moment before he lifts his head and gives me one of those laser-focused, intense looks. “Jo-see.”

“Hmm?” I’m floating in a sea of arousal and the man wants to make
conversation
?

“I want to
frankiss
other parts of you.” He garbles the two words into one and then nips at my lip again.

“O-oh?” I’ve never been propositioned quite so sweetly and yet so dirtily. “I thought you said I was fragile?”

He moves lower, nips at my chin, and then begins to trace my jaw with his tongue. “I will do the work. You can rest and I will kiss you.”

I giggle. Is this the sa-khui version of
just lie back and enjoy it, baby
? Doesn’t matter - I’m glad I’ve convinced him that it’s play time instead of
Jo-see is fragile and needs bed rest
. “I will do my best not to interfere, then,” I say playfully. And I set my hands on his shoulders with every intent of leaving them there and doing nothing to interfere.

He gives me a scorching look that makes my thighs quiver, and then puts a hand to the back of my neck and gently maneuvers us until we’re lying in the furs. I’m on my back underneath him and he’s looming over me, all blue-suede skin and muscle, his horns casting shadows in the firelight. He looks a bit like a demon from this angle, hard face cast in shadow except for his glowing blue eyes, and I shiver again because it shouldn’t be half so sexy as it is.

“You are shivering,” he points out, a look of concern on his face. “Shall I stoke the fire?”

“It’s sexy shivering.”

He snorts, not believing me. “No such thing.”

“Sure there is. I’m shivering because you’re so hot.”

In typical Haeden fashion, he misunderstands me. “I am too warm?” His body immediately lifts off of mine, his fists pressing in the furs on the sides of me. He looks frustrated and disappointed.

“No, no,” I tell him and grab at the long braid of hair that hangs over one shoulder and tug it forward. I love Haeden’s hair - he shaves the sides of his head short and braids the rest of it into one long braid that hangs down his back. All of the sa-khui have thick hair that they plait in different ways (some just to keep it out of the way) but I like Haeden’s the best. I wrap his braid around my hand and pull him toward me. “It is a human expression. We say something is ‘hot’ when it means we find it pleasurable or stimulating. Arousing. To me, you are hot. Perfect. Sexy. Wonderful.”

His eyes gleam and I realize it’s been forever since he’s had that dead look in his gaze. It’s been gone from the moment we resonated, and for some reason it makes me feel like crying with happiness. It’s like this resonance between our cooties is saving us both. I do get a little weepy and sniff.

The sexy look on his face dies, followed by worry. He cups my cheek. “Now, why do you cry, my Jo-see?”

“I’m just emotional,” I say, blubbering a little. I wipe at my eyes with his braid and try to give him a cheery look. “I’m happy.”

His scowl returns. “You were nearly eaten by a sky-claw yesterday. How does this make you happy?”

“You big ding-a-ling, you make me happy. Here. This moment. You and me. I just looked at your smile and realized that you’ve been sad for far too long. Me, too. I think I’ve been sad and lonely for a long time. And I’m not sad anymore.” I pat his chest, putting a hand over the plates covering his heart, where his khui thrums a song in time with mine. We resonate to each other so much that it feels normal now, like the constant low-pitched vibration is just a thing, like breathing. “This makes me happy. You and me together.”

Haeden nods slowly. His nostrils flare and the tense look crosses his face again before he slides an arm under me and tugs me against his body. I try to figure out what he’s doing but it’s clear a moment later when he lowers his body onto the furs that he’s holding me against him. He’s holding me tight. “I nearly lost you—“

“But you didn’t,” I say, stroking his braid to soothe him. “It’s okay.”

The growl that escapes his throat as he buries his face against my neck tells me that he doesn’t quite believe me. That’s all right. If he wants to hug it out for a few, we totally can. I’m in no hurry and I love cuddling with him. So I let him hold me close and my hands play over his arms, brushing over hard muscle and enjoying the soft velvety feel of his skin against mine. One of his horns presses against my cheek and rubs there, and it’s a little awkward and achingly sweet at the same time.

“You’ve got me,” I tell him when he remains silent. “You always have me. I know I’m safe when I’m with you because you won’t let anything happen to me.”

“Never,” he growls against my throat. “
Never
.”

Just hearing that turns me on a little more. He’s so possessive. Funny how that’s never turned my crank in the past but now it makes my nipples hard. Funny how it’s
Haeden’s
possessiveness that makes me so wet with lust. I never thought I’d fall for the guy in a million years, and yet…my cootie sure knew what was up.

Good cootie. I’m totally listening to you from now on.

While I’m lost in thought, Haeden nuzzles my throat again. Then, I feel his tongue rasp against my neck, in the sensitive spot between collarbone and throat. Oooh. I moan.

He licks it again and then begins to press frantic, quick kisses and tiny bites along the line of my shoulder. It’s like he can’t get enough of just touching me, and I stroke my hands over his arms and down his chest, doing my best not to interrupt him. Because really? I want more of this. I want more of his mouth on my skin, his body pressing mine into the furs.

I want more of everything.

He licks at the curve of my shoulder again and then nips at the skin with his pointed teeth. It stings, just a little, and I gasp. He makes a tsking-sound under his breath and then licks the wound, and another moan escapes me. All right, I’m down for biting if it means I get more tonguing. “I like this
frankissing
,” he breathes against my skin. “You are so soft everywhere. It is a pleasure to touch you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” I tell him, and it’s true. I’m not doing more than touching his arm and grabbing at his braid - he’s making this all about me. “You do whatever you feel like.”

“I want to
frankiss
all of you, Jo-see.” He moves back to my throat, nipping and kissing and then dragging his tongue over my skin. “I want my tongue all over your body.”

Oh boy, I want that, too. My cootie’s practically throbbing in my chest, it’s so excited. “I’m all yours.”

He nuzzles his way down my front, heading toward my breasts. “Your teats are so full,” he murmurs as he explores the valley between my breasts with his lips.

They…are? I’ve always been a pretty flat-chested girl, but I suppose compared to the sa-khui women, I’m downright busty. They have more flat-pectorals unless they’re nursing. Come to think of it, Maylak the healer is the only one I’ve seen that fills out a shirt, and she’s both nursing
and
pregnant. Oh. I never thought I’d be considered busty. “You like?”

“Love,” he growls, and licks along the slope of one small breast. He moves to the tip and then runs his lips over my nipple. “So soft, here.”

I squirm, moaning with need. “Soft?” My nipples feel pretty dang hard.

He lifts his head, and his eyes are glowing a fierce, bright blue. His cootie’s humming like a freight train, too. “Soft,” he repeats. Haeden takes one of my hands and guides it to his breast, placing my fingers over his nipple. “Not like me.”

I touch his nipple and it’s as he says - hard as a rock. It feels a lot like the ridged, rough plates covering his breast, actually. Huh. I stroke it and glance up at his face. “Does it feel good when I touch it?”

He shrugs his big shoulders. “It feels like a touch. All of your touches feel good.”

Big, sweet man. “But I guess it doesn’t feel like when I touch your cock?” I slide my hand lower, between us, and brush against the length of it.

Haeden’s gaze darkens and I can hear his sharp intake of breath.

I’m going to take that as a ‘no, not the same’. “It feels that way when I touch your nipples? To you?”

I nod. “It feels almost as good as when you touch my pussy.”

“Pooh-see?”

I am so not explaining that word to him. I point primly.

He grins, looking smugly pleased. “Your cunt.” And he reaches between us and cups it, because he’s a bold son of a bitch. “Your wet, warm cunt.”

A little hitching moan escapes me. “That’s the one.”

“I will get to it soon, Jo-see. But first I want to finish
frankissing
your teats.”

“Go right ahead.” I’ll even ignore his repeated use of the unsexy word ‘teats’ if it means he’s going to tease my breasts some more. I arch encouragingly, thrusting my breasts out in an invitation.

Haeden notices and his gaze drops back to my breasts. There’s a fascinated look in his gaze as he leans in and very carefully, very slowly licks the tip of one aching breast and watches my face to see my reaction.

I nearly come right then and there. A little whimper escapes my throat and I wriggle under him. “Oh, do it again, Haeden.”

He does, and then growls low in his throat. “Say my name as I lick you, Jo-see. I want to hear it on your tongue.”

I moan. That’s so damn filthy…and so sexy. “Haeden,” I say breathlessly, and then whimper again when he gives my breast another teasing lick. “God yes. Just like that, Haeden. My big, sexy mate.”

My big, sexy mate growls again and takes my nipple between his teeth, lightly nipping and then licking away the hurt. My pussy clenches hard in response, and I gasp. I swear I’m going to come if he continues this, and that’s a first for me. Normally it takes a lot for me to get into sex - my past hang-ups have left me with a lot of unpleasant memories. But with Haeden? None of that exists anymore. It’s like he touches me and I’m instantly in the zone. And I love it.

He moves to my other breast and begins a thorough, leisurely exploration of it with lips and tongue, as if it’s a fresh new part of my body to discover instead of a twin to my other much-loved breast. His enthusiasm makes me quiver hard, and I cry out his name again as the intensity builds. “Haeden! Please.” I’m panting, my cootie singing desperately. “Please, I need more.” My pussy’s clenching around empty air and I’d be stoked if he gave up on the foreplay and we went straight to the fucking. “Please.”

Haeden moves over me and cups my cheek, worry mixing with the heat in his eyes. “What do you need, Jo-see? Tell me and I will give it to you.”

“I need to come,” I tell him, grabbing his braid and tugging on it. “I’m so empty. I need you to fill me up.”

“Fill you…here?” His hand cups my pussy again.

I moan loud and spread my legs, eager for his touch. “Yes! Put your finger inside me.”

He captures my mouth with his again, and I moan into his mouth. His ridged tongue slicks against mine and I can taste him, all delicious, musky male. Our khuis throb together even as his finger glides through my folds, and I nearly come off the blankets when I feel the thick length prod at the entrance to my core.

“Please,” I pant again, utterly shameless.

“You want to ride my hand?” He growls, nipping at my mouth and then kissing a line along my throat, making his way to my ear. “You wish me to fuck you with my hand?”

I shiver, because I want everything and anything he’s willing to give me. I worry that he might be offended somehow, though. He’s a virgin - will it feel wrong to him to use his hand instead of his cock? It’s not like I don’t want his dick - I’m greedy. I want everything.

But then he pushes into me and I shriek, my arms clenching tight around his neck. I’m coming, my pussy clenching around his thick finger as he gently bites my earlobe. It’s the hardest I’ve ever come, and wave after wave of intense orgasm washes over me. My legs quiver and jerk as he slowly pushes his finger in and out, and then another moan escapes me when he licks my earlobe and begins to thrust into me with his finger.

Did I say I was greedy? Because I want him to stop and at the same time, I want more. Rippling aftershocks flutter through me with every pump of his finger, and my hips raise off the ground to meet the thrusts. It’s like the orgasm train hasn’t stopped - my cootie’s going a mile a minute and the quivers it’s sending through my body are only amplifying the pleasure. It’s like I’ve got a vibrator in my chest and in my pussy and I wrap a leg around him, digging my heel into his ass as I start to come again. His tail thrashes against my leg as I cry out, another orgasm ripping through me with brute force.

“Jo-see,” he groans into my ear, and I feel his body rubbing up against my side. A moment later, I realize it’s wet. He’s come against my hip, unable to help himself.

And for some reason, I love that. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him fiercely even as he continues to stroke his finger into me with hard, rocking thrusts. “You came while making me come?” I kiss his mouth lightly and then suck on his lower lip. “That’s so sexy.”

“My need…too great.” He sounds as out of breath as I am. His finger strokes deep into me again, sending a new quiver through my body. Haeden kisses me again, a quick press of his mouth against mine. “My cock still aches for you, though.”

I don’t doubt it. I’ve come twice in the space of about a minute and my cootie’s still revved up. It’s ready for more. It’s like, now that we’re close to the finish line, it’s not going to let us back away. I tug on Haeden’s braid again and rub my foot against his buttock. He’s so muscular it’s a bit like rubbing against a velvet-covered bowling ball, but even that thought turns me on. He’s rock hard, my mate. “Do you want to stop playing?” I ask him.

The look he gives me is one of derision. “I have not finished
frankissing
my mate everywhere.”

“Oh?” A new little quiver rips through me.

He pushes his finger in and out, a little more slowly. I’m not ashamed to say that I’m so wet from coming twice that every motion of his hand is making wet sounds. I’ve never been so slick from arousal before, and I love it.