“God, I love your body,” I whisper as I crawl over to him.

His gaze brightens with my compliment, and part of me wonders if he hypes himself up so much because of uncertainty. Like he has to put on a front to assure the others that he’s just as strong and capable as the rest of them. It makes him a little more vulnerable in my eyes and makes me fall a lot harder.

“I could lick you all over,” I tell him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and then one pectoral as he holds the small bone pot of grease for me to take. “We’re going to do that when we get home. You’re going to spread out and I’m just going to bite and nibble on every bit of you.”

He groans out my name, and a dribble of pre-cum slides down the shaft of his primary cock.

I lubricate my fingers and then rub my hands together after setting the pot aside. My skin is slick and fragrant with the herbal scent, and Skarr watches me with heated, hungry eyes. Our gazes locked, I reach down and grip the larger of his two cocks in my slippery hand.

A hiss escapes him, almost snakelike. His eyes flutter and he throws his head back, groaning.

Okay, so that must feel pretty good. I stroke his length, working one hand up his shaft and then switching to the other hand. I start at the base and drag my hand up his cock, adding as much pressure as I think he can stand, and then reach for the other. I stroke them in tandem, tugging on one and then the other.

He grips my shoulders, his breathing ragged. “Wait. Vivi. I am going to come in your grip if you don’t stop.”

Well, that wouldn’t be such a terrible thing. I smile sweetly at him and give him another jerk.

Skarr growls, flinging me back down on the furs. In the next moment he covers me, his mouth on mine, his body heavy over mine. His hand steals between my legs and then he’s stroking me with hungry fingers. I lift one leg to his hip, whimpering with need as he works me.

“You want my cocks inside you, my fierce warrior?”

“Yes.”

His thumb is all over my clit, teasing me beyond endurance. “You want me to fill you full? And then when you are so full you cannot stand it, I will push the other cock inside you, too?”

I moan at his sultry words. “Does that make me a freak?”

“It makes you perfect.”

“Then that’s exactly what I want.” I give him an expectant wriggle. “Give me everything.”

He gives me a hungry look and then strokes into me with his fingers once more, pumping harder. He adds his fourth finger, and my body accepts him, my khui humming with excitement. He’s practically got his entire fist in me, and it shouldn’t feel nearly as good as it does.

But it feels incredible.

“You think you can take me?” he asks, working his hand in and out of my slick channel. “All of me at once?”

“I want that,” I whisper, arching in time with his fingers. “Give it to me, Skarr.”

“So bossy.” His words are like a caress.

His hand moves away, and I whimper at the loss of it, aching and hollow. I need him to fill me up. I need him inside me, pumping away. I need him giving me his seed, giving me his baby, giving me his everything. I hold tightly to him as he moves over me, his cock pressing into me again. He feels good, but after his hand has stretched me, I want more. I make a needy sound and he shushes me, thrusting deep. “You want your mate?”

“Yes!”

“All of your mate?”

“All,” I demand, panting.

He rears back and gazes down at our joined bodies. I feel him shifting his weight, and when he pushes in again this time, he moves with aching slowness, his hand on his cocks to guide them. I hold still, trying to stay relaxed, because I can’t tense. If I do, I’m going to make this impossible. He’s already huge, and he might not be able to fit both.

His breath hisses out and his eyes flutter closed as he feeds both heads into my body at once. “Tight.”

It is. My body is on the edge of what I can take, and the pleasure is dulled at the edges with discomfort. But I want this. I want to try it, and so I breathe through it and murmur words of encouragement as he sinks slowly, oh so slowly into me.

And I am so very full.

When I can’t take any more, I give my head a little shake. “That’s enough…are you in?”

“Halfway.” He gazes down at our joined bodies as if fascinated. “Is it still good?”

“It is, but this is all I can take.”

Skarr nods, distracted, and jerks his hips. I gasp at the sensation of fullness, and he makes a low humming noise, as if deciding what to do.

“Does it feel good?” I ask.

“Feels…incredible.” His hand moves to my pussy, stroking over it. “Never imagined that you would take…all of me.”

I haven’t, but it seems a bad time to point that out. I want to kiss him, but he’s seated upright, carefully moving his hips and watching my body for any sort of pain reaction. Even now, he’s so careful with me, and it fills my heart with affection.

I could love my peacock, I realize. I might already be in love with him.

His thumb skims over my clit and then he flicks a glance up at my face, watching my response. When I make a sound of encouragement, he rocks his hips again, setting a slow rhythm as he toys with my clit.

Our movements are awkward and slow this time, but I’m so full that every sensation feels heightened. When I come, it’s with a low, aching curl deep in my belly and a sigh of pure delight as the release ripples through me. The tension in my body tightens to near-pain with my release and when I gasp, he makes a choked sound and pulls his lower cock out of me, thrusting deep with his primary and madly pounding into me with his second, even wetter release.

I hold him tight against me, burying my nose in his ridiculous boy-band hair that I love so much. Even if we decided to just fuck resonance out of our systems, Skarr has ruined me for other men with his two cocks and his love of touching me. There’s no coming back from this, I realize with a small smile to myself, and press a kiss to his shoulder.

And I’m perfectly fine with that.

Chapter Thirty-One

SKARR

When I wake up the next morning, a scent is tickling my nose. Vivi’s mane is in my mouth, my own is damp with sweat, and our skin is sticking together. We’re also still resonating, which is the only thing that ruins this otherwise perfect moment.

I remain still as she sleeps, listening to the incessant thrumming of the khuis in our chests and wonder what we did wrong. We mated. Isn’t that enough for resonance? Is it possible there was something else we needed to do in order to sate our khuis? Or am I yet not enough to satisfy her? The worry churns in my chest, building as I listen to her doze.

What if her khui declines my body? What if my seed is not satisfactory to her? What if her khui decides that it does not want a ssethri splice for a mate after all? What if—

“Mmm.” Vivi rolls over in the furs and moves toward me, tucking her face against my chest. “You smell good.”

I open my mouth and flick my tongue out into the cool morning air, wanting to taste all of her scent…and then cough. The over-sweet smell of old meat is in the air. “Our kill is starting to reek.”

She sits up, her eyes sleepy slits, and her mane tumbles over her glorious shoulders. She squints into the cave, looking around with a yawn. “Guess we’d better get up, mmm?”

“If you like. Are you tired?”

Her smile curls and she burrows back under the covers against my side. Her hand goes to my chest and she draws circles over my nipple, teasing it. “I’m wiped because someone kept me up all night.”

I chuckle at how adorable she is like this. All of the fierceness is gone from Vivi, replaced by a sleepy, shy female who wants nothing more than to touch me. Truly, I am the luckiest of gladiators to win her mating rights. Then I remember that we are yet resonating, and my smile dies. “Vivi…listen to your chest. Is it possible we did something wrong? We still resonate.”