"I find that spanking the hell out of you really clears my mind."
His cat ears flick, and his tail lashes the bedding. I recognize that tail slam. It's the one he does when he's excited about something. "It does, huh?"
"Absolutely." I wiggle my eyebrows at him. "I promise I'll be gentle."
Valmir snorts. He rolls over onto his stomach and presents me with his ass, even as he eyes me with skepticism. "This helps you clear your head, huh?"
"Smacking the hell out of a juicy butt? It really does." And he does have a nice juicy butt. It's round and full and bounces delightfully when I spank him.
"If I must," he says in a grudging tone, but his tail is practically spinning like a propeller. Oh, he likes this. He likes this a lot. My pussycat loves a good spanking.
I lean over him and run my hand down his flank, trailing my fingers over his lightly furred body. I give his ass a quick smack just to watch it jiggle, and Valmir sucks in a breath.
"If I'm too rough with you, tell me to go easier," I coo at him. "I won't judge you."
"I'll judge me. Do what you will." He gives me a firm nod, and when my hand lands on his ass again, he grunts and his hips arch up to meet my touch.
I give his ass a few more smacks, more noise than pain. "Iremember another word now —pa'i. It's the sound a food calledpoimakes when you're slapping it. Reminds me of this." I smack him again, harder. "Delicious."
Valmir hisses on the last spank. He grabs me and pulls me in for a fierce kiss, and when I reach for his cock, it's hard as a rock and dripping with pre-cum.
"Sex clears my mind, too," I pant.
"Good." He rolls me onto my belly and slides me under him, and takes me from behind, his bigger body stretched over mine. I whimper with pleasure as he pounds into me, pinning my hips in place as he fucks me. This time, when I collapse, it's with an orgasm that shakes me from head to toe.
After that, I'm not sure either one of us is thinking about anything at all.
As it should be.
CHAPTER 17
VALMIR
This might bethe first time in all my days that I know what being giddy feels like. No wonder Skarr constantly has that slightly idiotic smile on his face every time he mentions Vivi. I fear I'm wearing the same idiotic smile as I glance over at April, making sure that she's handling herself well on the hike back.
It's been three days since we stayed in the hunter cave. Three days of rolling in the furs with my mate, touching each other frantically, and mating constantly. April is the first thing I see when I wake up, and she is the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep at night with her in my arms. I don't even mind that her pet crawls into the furs and sleeps on my feet. It makes her laugh, and there's nothing in this universe I love more than April's laughter.
"It's steep right here," I tell her as we climb a narrower path. After days tucked into the hunter cave, we're finally returning to the beach encampment. Part of me is sad to be leaving. It's been nice to leave the world behind for a while, where nothing exists beyond the entrance of the cave.
"Gotcha," April says.
I pause to watch her climb, and when she walks across a particularly slippery looking shale outcropping, I put my armsout to act as a cage so she doesn't fall. It doesn't feel like enough protection, so I move to the outside of the path, blocking her in closer against the rock. This will ensure she's safe.
She notices me hovering and gives me an odd look. "It's not that bad of a climb, Valmir. The path we took on the way here was worse."
"Yes, but you're...you know." I touch my chest, indicating my khui. At some point during our sojourn in the cave, resonance had changed from the insistent, frantic song of mating to something gentler. It means that resonance has taken hold, and April is now pregnant with our child.
Therefore, she must be protected at all costs.
April stares at me, a mixture of incredulity and amusement on her face. "I'm also the same physically as I was three days ago."
"Yes, but..." I rub my chest again, where the song has changed. "It feels different now."
Her smile grows broader. "Tell you what, you can rub my feet again tonight."
"I would love to do that," I tell her earnestly. If anyone else had suggested I rub their feet, I'd probably try to amputate those feet for them for assuming I'd be subservient. But when April suggests it, I love the idea. I like to take care of her, to make sure she's content and happy.
No wonder Skarr thinks all females have mind control.