Hot arousal curls through me, the slow build-up of an orgasm, and I hold tightly to him, trying to match his rhythm. “Please,” I breathe. “Please please.”

I don’t know what I’m asking for, only that I need more.

Skarr groans, tilting his head and leaning over until he has my ear in his mouth, teasing it with hot licks and nipping bites as he shuttles in and out of me. Even more arousing than his lips are the soft sounds he makes into my ear, the breathless haaa and unh noises that tell me that he’s losing control. And as I tighten towards my climax, I make ridiculous little sounds of my own, kittenish whimpers and mewls that would embarrass me in daylight, but are nothing but encouragement right now, animalistic sounds that demand that he move faster, that he make me come.

Then it hits me—the flutter in my belly turns to tight, spiraling pleasure and everything clenches. My breath stutters as I cling to him, muscles locking with the force of my climax, and I squeeze around him tightly as I come and come and come.

It feels incredible. It feels so right.

I’m dimly aware of Skarr pressing kisses to my neck and my ear as I float down from my orgasm, of him pausing in his efforts, his big body braced over mine. He murmurs my name in my ear, and I’m starting to love how Vivi sounds, especially when he says it. When I sigh with contentment and stroke a hand down his spine, he slips out of my body and presses a fierce kiss to my lips.

Before I can catch my breath, he turns me over in the furs, raising my hips into the air. I barely have a moment to shift my weight before his cock is pressing into me from behind, and this time it feels bigger than before. His primary cock fits me to the point of being near uncomfortable, but I’m wet and relaxed and when he gives me a sharp thrust, it feels incredible. It’s like every bit of him is sliding against all of my sensitive spots, and I cry out, grabbing fistfuls of the blankets underneath me.

He makes a low growl, gripping my hips and fucking me hard and fast. It’s like he’s using me for his own orgasm, and I love it. I love the slap of him as our hips meet, the sting when he thrusts hard, the rub of his secondary cock brushing against my thighs. I love that he’s losing control, that he’s so lost in the moment that he’s forgetting about everything except getting off. My name is a guttural sound on his lips, chanted over and over, and when he buries himself inside me for the final time and surges forward, pressing me down into the furs even as something cool spurts inside me, I love it.

I fucking love all of it.

Skarr’s weight on top of me feels delicious, and I stroke his arm as he shudders and comes to himself. He presses absent kisses to my neck, languid and sweet, and then heaves a long, drawn-out breath. “I can do better than that.”

I chuckle. Count on Skarr to want perfection in all things. “I personally thought it was lovely.”

“Yes, but you only came once. I can make you come more than that.”

“There’s plenty of evening left.” I trail my fingers along the scales of his spine. “I’m not worried. Are you…happy?”

It feels like a silly thing to ask. I know I’m happy, and I know he just came inside me. This is the culmination of our mating and yet part of me wants to hear the love words. I need to know that he feels as moved as I do.

Skarr lifts his head, a frown of consternation on his face. “My khui is still humming. Did we do something wrong?”

“The healer told me that it takes several times for some couples. I wouldn’t worry.” I’d approached her for grease for my skis at Hannah’s suggestion, but Veronica had thought that I wanted the grease for sex, and what had followed had been a quick primer on how some splices couldn’t make their mates pregnant right away and if we needed assistance she would help and be as unobtrusive as possible. Which is incredibly awkward when all I wanted was grease for my skis.

But I still have that grease with me…

I slide a hand down to Skarr’s buttock and squeeze it. “How are your cocks feeling? All emptied out?”

He nuzzles against my neck. “Hardly. I have more stamina than that, female.”

My lips twitch at his disgruntled tone. “Oh, I don’t doubt.” I trace a circle lightly on the skin of one buttock. “Want to have sex again?”

“Already?” He lifts his head and grins down at me. “You are hungry for more?”

I nod, giving him a flirty look. “Have you ever thought about putting both of your cocks into me at the same time?”

He groans, resting his forehead upon mine. “Constantly in my filthiest dreams.”

“Well…I have some grease that is safe to use on you and on me. I wonder if you could fit both of your cocks inside my pussy at once…and what it’d feel like.”

“In the same…spot?” His eyes glaze over as he imagines it. “Will your body take it?”

“You can grease me up and we can find out.” I’ve never thought of myself as particularly adventurous in bed but being with Skarr makes me want to try all kinds of wild things. To think that I ran from his cocks initially and now I’m begging him to stuff them both into me at once. “But only if you’re comfortable with it.”

Skarr gives me a fierce kiss. “I am very much comfortable with it. Tell me what to do.”

I get up and retrieve the tiny container of grease I’d brought along just in case we needed it for skis. It’s made from herbs and animal fats, but through my embarrassing conversation with Veronica, I know it won’t give me bad reactions, either. That others use this exact formula when they need a lubricant in the furs. I was mortified the other day but I’m grateful now, and I move back to him, handing over the small pot. “Want to grease me up? I’ll do you and you do me?”

“Is there a best way to do it?” he asks, dipping his fingers into the pot and then rubbing the slickness between his fingers. “I am not familiar with such things, though I have greased myself before a battle to make it more difficult for my opponent to grab me.”

Why does that sound incredibly sexy? I’m envisioning Skarr, his sleek body gleaming, as another man tries to put his arms around him and they slip away. It’s an erotic mental image and I’m dying to suggest we have some naked greased wrestling at some point…but for now, I want to try this. I’m already aching with the need for him to fill me again.

Resonance is potent.

I sit on the furs and recline back, propping up on my elbows. My knees are up slightly and when he greases his fingers a bit more, I spread my legs in silent invitation. Heat flares in his gaze and he groans, looking up at me. “You smell like me.”

“Good.”

Skarr makes another incoherent sound of pleasure and his tongue snakes out, the forked tip tasting the air, and I wonder if he can smell me like that, too. Don’t snakes scent through their tongues? I shiver, intrigued as he presses his hand between my legs, teasing my flushed, wet skin. I’m already messy from our prior round of lovemaking but I don’t care. Judging from the hungry look in his eyes, Skarr doesn’t either.

He pushes his fingers into my channel, stroking in and out. My body makes wet noises, as if trying to suck on his fingers. He teases my clit with his thumb, and my legs tremble at how good this feels, the gentle glide of his digits slipping into me and then back out again. He adds a third finger to the first two, and then a fourth, looking up at me to see my reaction.

I just moan and nod, spreading my thighs a little wider. “Can I grease you, too?”

Skarr nods, shifting his weight and pointing his cocks toward me. His hand leaves my pussy and I want to cry at the loss of it. It doesn’t matter that his body temperature is slightly lower than mine—I love the way his cool fingertips glide over my skin. He sits back on his haunches, watching me, and I’m tempted to just plant my face in his lap and suck on him, playing with one cock while I tease the other.