Page 62 of Black Mamba

Facing him, I force my gaze to his, and lick my lips. “I was worried about you.”

His eyes narrow. “Worried?”

“Yeah.” I shrug my good shoulder. “We had a moment and I… I didn’t know what happened to you. You were just gone.”

“I was searching for your sister.”

I freeze, my eyes widening. “M-my sister?”

“I did not find her, if you are wondering. For that, I must apologize again, but I have not yet stopped searching. I have only investigated several clusters of ships so far. You see, Elena, I will win your affection, even if it takes me seasons.”

Unable to form the words to speak, and shocked once again. I’m surprised he would search for Jenna at all…

“I hope you find the clarity you need.” He rasps as he looks me up and down before turning away. “But know this,” he says over his shoulder, “if you come to me again, you will not be leaving. I will take it as your acceptance, and you will be mine.”

He slips across the meadow, and I watch his tail disappear into the brush, releasing a heavy breath.

I don’t think it’s going to take him seasons…

If he’s willing to help me find my sister, it’s not going to be difficult to win me over.

Pressing my hand to my heart, I turn and walk into my ship with more hope in my heart than I’ve had since I can remember.

TWENTY-EIGHT

A SUDDEN REQUEST

Lukys

Running my hand over my mouth, I stare at the tousled hides of my nest.

The aroma of her essence, her delectable arousal, permeates the space. So sweet. So… All I can smell is her scent, and it is a wonder I have not claimed her yet. I have been brought to my limit and have still shown restraint.

I am losing my patience. Elena tests my boundaries, surprising and frustrating me at the same time. I told her I will wait but it will be difficult. Painfully so. My body will be strained, and I will be constantly distracted with lust. Regardless, when I finally claim her, it will be worth everything. It will be bliss. I tasted heaven on my tongue, supplied by her sex, and I crave more. If my patience gets me more, I will wait. As hard as it will be.

I have had her form under mine, her legs spread out, her soft pink sex revealed… The mystery of her slit is over, and I am pleased with my discovery. Her hole may be small but it is puffy, dewy, and soft. With the heavy probe of my thumb, and the rest of my fingers, it can be stretched.

She says she is sick with me, from my smell, my pheromones… Shelby, on her ship’s machine, told her this.

If anyone is sick, it is me.

Pulling out my stem, I groan with pleasure. Picturing Elena’s form, barren of all of her clothes, I squeeze my tip and run my hand down my length. Cupping my knot, it feels good to have it out of my tail. With its newfound freedom, I can milk it to relieve some of my tension.

Doing so now, I yank on my prick fast until seed sprays from my tip. Grabbing hold of my knot again, I knead it until it is empty. With seed spread across my top-most fur, I yank the hide off my nest and, using a clean portion of it to wipe myself clean.

I do not return to her ship. I fear if I do, I will be there all day. Unfortunately, I have not eaten in several and I need to hunt.

After I take care of my body’s needs, I return to the meadow.

Hearing a noise in the direction of Levy and Greg’s ship, I pause to search for them. Greg walks out from the trees with an armload of twigs and branches. He carries them to the firepit and drops them onto the pile that has already formed beside it. Levy is kneeling at the firepit’s edge, fiddling with the kindling.

As I move closer, he flicks open his lighter to burn some gathered brush.

For a time, I watch him try and grow the flames. Eventually, Greg rises and goes into his ship. He comes out with a canteen of water and hands Levy a small rectangular item that the male rips open and bites into.

They have a hard time keeping the fire lit. I return to my cave and grab my firestarter—another boon from pilfering the soldiers’ encampment.

Finding the males where I left them, with Levy still kneeling next to the flames, adding more kindling. I find Greg beside him holding a handful of spongy moss.