I smack him lightly on the shoulder. “No, and hush. They’re friendly. Not everyone wants to fight.”
“They look like they wish to fight to me.” Skarr wiggles his brows in my direction. “Did you see how strong they were? Perhaps I will ask them to spar instead of Valmir.”
“Just make sure they understand it’s sparring before you do?” I give him a pleading look. “I’m just now starting to like you. Maybe you don’t give anyone a reason to decide they want ssethri-skin boots?”
“As if they could best me.” He gives me a challenging smile.
“You are quite impressive,” I tease back. “I hear you’re the best gladiator on the planet.”
His gaze heats. He loves it when I flatter him. “You know I am.”
“Get a room, you two,” Liz says as she strolls past again, holding the dried fruit basket. “Your flirting stopped being adorable five minutes ago. You’ve moved on to the cloying stage. Fruit?”
I snag a piece from her and decide to give a little sass back. Liz intimidates the heck out of me, but I don’t want her to know that. “You’re just jealous.”
“Hell yes I am. The first bloom of resonance? Without three kids hanging on your legs?” She tilts her head to the sky, sighing dreamily. “All resonance is great, but there’s something special about your first one. I hope you two are enjoying it.” She glances around the crowded fire, looking for her mate. I look for him, too, and have to stifle a giggle when I see him. Fierce Raahosh has a stoic expression on his face. He is holding a bowl for his youngest daughter to pick at, with her on his knee. On one side is his daughter Aayla, playing with her doll and talking to her father, and on his other side, Raashel is painting swirls on his face with a determined expression.
“He looks miserable,” I comment with a giggle.
“Are you kidding? He’s loving this shit and he’s never looked sexier.” Liz sighs at the sight of her mate. “There’s nothing better than a girl dad, trust me.” She takes her basket and saunters over toward her mate, who wears a hint of a smile when he sees her.
“I should like to be a girl dad,” Skarr comments, watching them.
I’d like that, too.
By the time the food is down to scraps, we’ve heard far too many people sing, a few drunks have danced, and it looked as if Sabrina was flirting with both Kyth and Jason. People start disappearing from around the fire, and Elly and Bek take Emma to bed.
I finish my last bite of food and then produce the wedge of dried fruit given to me by Liz earlier. “Want to split the dessert?”
“What’s dessert?” He leans back, eyeing the small yellow slice.
“It’s something sweet and delicious you eat after your meal for pleasure.”
“I have something like that already.” He gives me a lascivious look. “It is my mate’s cunt.”
I yelp and cover his mouth with my hand, looking around in a panic to see if anyone else heard that. No one’s looking in our direction, and I breathe easy. “Not so loud.”
“I don’t see why not. They already know you are the finest female on the planet. Of course I should enjoy tasting your cunt.” He leans close, his mouth drifting toward my ear as I pop the fruit into my mouth. “Though I have yet to suck your ass like you requested.”
I promptly choke on the slice.
“You like that idea. I can tell.” He grabs my hand and hauls me to my feet. “Let’s go do it.”
This man is ridiculous…and yet I’m not going to say no. I’ve still got that pot of grease in our hut, and maybe we’ll put both cocks to use again tonight. I’ve never had anal sex, but I also never imagined mating a half-lizard alien man, and he’s re-defined my idea of “sexy.” If anything, he’s making me think we should try a lot of things, because everything is fun with Skarr. Nothing is awkward or embarrassing.
Actually, a lot of it is awkward, but we’re awkward together, and it ends up being enjoyable.
I let him lead me by the hand towards our hut, anticipation building with every step. The farther away we get from the main fire, the quieter things get, and I can hear the low hum of resonance in our chests, and just hearing it makes me happy. He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it, grinning at me. “Did you notice your song has changed?”
“I noticed.” I bite my lip. “Are we happy?”
“As long as you promise me that whatever baby comes out of you is going to be smaller than Steph’s baby, I am happy, yes.”
I snort-giggle at that, because Jethani is a fat, wriggly baby that’s probably two feet tall due to her large alien father. “They don’t come out that size, you dork. Our baby would definitely be a lot smaller at first.”
He heaves a sigh of relief, pressing his free hand to his brow. “Thank kef. I admit that thought has been keeping me up at night.”
I can’t stop laughing, and even when we get into the hut and pull our boots off, I’m still giggling at his strange assumptions about babies. It’s so cute. He’s so cute. I kiss him, and the kiss quickly turns from playful to heated. I pull off his scarf, revealing the V tattoo I’ve made for him at the base of his collarbone, at the divot there. He wanted to be marked where everyone could see it, but it gets covered by layers more often than not. My finger tattoo does, too, but just knowing we have them is part of the pleasure.
I keep kissing him as we undress, peeling layers off of each other until we’re both naked. He leads me over to the bed of furs and then gives me a wicked look. “Give me that pretty ass of yours, my Vivi. I’ve waited long enough to suck on it.”
He really is? I bite back another chuckle and get on hands and knees in the furs, pushing my backside into the air and spreading my knees. “Maybe try licking instead? That’s generally more pleasurable—oh!”
The moment I lift my hips into the air, his mouth is there, lapping at the pucker of my ass. I squeal, unable to help myself. I didn’t realize he’d be so…enthusiastic. But Skarr groans with pleasure, licking and kissing and pressing his forked tongue into that surprisingly sensitive spot. I clutch at the furs, whimpering as he lavishes attention on my backside. Okay, we’ve been missing out, because his mouth down there feels incredible.
“Oh god.” I fist the blankets as he teases a finger into my channel, his tongue working against my backside non-stop. “Oh god. Skarr…wait. Wait.”
He makes a sound of protest, lifting his head just enough to scrape his teeth over my buttock. “What?”
“Want to have sex? In both holes?”
“Yes and yes.” He nips my butt, making me squirm again. “Can we do that? Will I fit back here?”
He runs a finger along the rim of my ass, sending shivers up my spine.
I nod against the blankets, pushing back against his fingertip. “Grease,” I pant. “We’ll get the grease.”
“Where is it?”
I point at my bag, hanging on a hook by the privacy flap. There’s still not a lot of stuff in our hut, but I imagine it’ll fill up with time. Skarr all but leaps to the bag, and I can see he’s already extruded, both cocks out and gleaming wetly in the low light of our hut. They’re thick with arousal, and my mouth waters at the sight of him. Mine, all mine.
“Aha.” He holds it into the air and then strides back to me with two big steps, all but flinging the lid aside in his haste.
“You…you want me on hands and knees or on my back?” I pant, and then a slick, greased finger is teasing at my ass. I let out a whimper. Okay, I guess I’m on hands and knees.
He pushes his finger against the rim of my backside, and when it slips inside, he groans. “Look at how pretty that is.”