I pick up a shred of the blue thing. “This…important?”

Her gaze is full of frustration as she eyes me. “It is. We can’t have a baby.”

“Explain.” I would be fine with a half-human child. I like the thought of a family, establishing a nest here. But perhaps there is something I am not aware of.

Dakota sighs in frustration. She pulls her knees up and rests her elbows on them, her chin in her hands. “Because this world sucks. It’s not safe. We never know if the next meal is coming or when. I know you’ve been feeding us, but if something happens to you, we’re screwed. Even if it doesn’t… We can’t live on meat alone, because it doesn’t have the proper nutrition. We need vegetables and fresh water, and babies need a healthy mother. A mother giving birth needs a doctor. All of it is just…dangerous. Crazy dangerous. When Rabbit was little, I was terrified she was going to get hurt all the time. A scratch can be lethal. Stepping on a nail, or falling over on the debris that’s everywhere, or even a baby putting the wrong thing in their mouth. I lived in fear of what would happen to Rabbit constantly, and she was a little girl. I can’t imagine how terrifying having a baby would be. I’d never sleep again.”

Her fears are reasonable ones, but…I would be at her side. I would feed her and make sure she is safe and warm. But Dakota does not yet trust this. She has been alone for so long that she still imagines she is alone, that no one can help her out. She will need time to realize this.

Time is something we have plenty of. “Then we no have baby,” I say, taking her hand from her chin and pressing my lips to it. Her skin is soft and fragrant, and I drag my teeth lightly over the heel of her palm, loving her shivers. “No seed inside.”

“No?” Her expression turns hopeful. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”

“Murr seed…here.” I brush a finger over one bare breast. “Here.” I touch her belly. Then I reach up and kiss her mouth that still smells faintly of my release. “Here.”

“You’re amazing,” she whispers, sliding her arms around my neck.

“Dakota safe, happy…Murr happy,” I tell her. It’s as simple as that. Whatever my mate wants, this is what I want, too. We have plenty of time to figure out what the future looks like.

For now, I want to touch my mate. My wife.

With my mouth on hers, I slide my hand between her thighs. She’s slick and heated, and her legs part to welcome my touch. Dakota makes a needy sound and kisses me harder.

We need no blue circles to enjoy each other.

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CHAPTER 72

MURR

I push my sweet mate’s thighs apart, eager to explore her cunt with my fingers and my tongue. The moment her knees separate, I’m hit with a wave of her incredible scent. She is musky and rich, her perfume drenching the air around us and making my mouth water.

“Kiss now,” I tell her, tongue thick. I drag a finger through the cleft between her thighs. “Here.”

She sucks in a breath, and I can feel her tremble. “Okay.”

I touch her again, stroking my finger through her folds, and slide lower so I can admire her body. Her thighs are quivering as I glide a hand over them, pale but hard with muscle underneath her soft skin. Between her legs she has a tuft of curls that cover her cunt, a surprising difference between a drakoni and a human, but a delightful one. I like this. I find it fascinating. She has tufts under her arms, too, just as charming as the one between her legs. It amplifies her scent and makes me long to bury my face there. The skin underneath her tuft is flushed with color, the flesh here a deeper shade than her pale thighs. Wetness gleams when I slide my finger through her cleft again, and I long to taste it. I want to kiss her here like she kissed me, and make her feel just as good as I feel right now.

But I do not have to have the mind link to know that she is skittish right now, my Dakota. It’s in the rapid rise and fall of her breath, the trembling of her limbs. I stroke her leg like I would one of my cats, and gaze into her eyes. “Good?”

“Just nervous,” she admits. “I haven’t done this in a long time.”

“Want stop?”

“No, of course not.” Dakota reaches out and caresses my face lightly with her fingertips. “I’m just…in my head. That’s all. I’m enjoying this, I promise.”

Reassured, I situate myself between her thighs. I press my lips to her knee, and she quivers, but her scent grows richer. That is a good sign. I want to drown in her arousal. I want it so thick in the air that I can taste it with every breath I take. I kiss along the inside of her thigh, moving inward, taking my time so Dakota grows comfortable with my touches. Her fingers move to my mane and she sinks her hands into it, scratching at my scalp.

I kiss the inside of her thigh again and ease the other over my shoulder, so my face is in the perfect spot. “Good?” I check with her, just in case. “Or stop?”

“Good,” she reassures me, her eyes luminous. Her mouth is flushed from licking her lips, and as our gazes meet, I smell another burst of her arousal.

I kiss the top of her mound, then look up again. “Good?”

A hint of a smile curves her mouth. “Yes, good. Thank you for asking.”

A smile. We are getting somewhere. With a grin, I kiss the tuft and slide a fingertip through her wet cleft. “Good?”

This time, laughter bursts from her and she tightens her fingers in my mane. “You can keep going!”

Her chuckles have eased the last of her anxiety, and the legs that frame my head no longer tremble with uncertainty. I understand so much about my Dakota now. She has had to be fierce and capable for so long that she does not know how to let her guard down. It is up to me—with laughter and kisses—to ease her into being comfortable. I kiss her again, and then move lower, letting my tongue tease where her flesh parts.

She sucks in a breath, holding me close. “Murr…”

“Still good?”

“Still good.” Dakota is breathless now.

I glide the tip of my tongue through her folds, exploring her like this, as it seems that lip kisses will not be nearly as effective as using my tongue. This way, I get to taste her, and her taste is incredible. It’s the scent of her, but magnified a hundred times, and I could lick her for an entire afternoon and never get my fill. My cock aches, full of seed once again, but I am in no hurry.

Right between Dakota’s thighs, with my tongue on her cunt, is where I most want to be.

I love her taste. I love the soft sounds she makes when my tongue moves over her, and I kiss and sample each fold, each nook, every flushed mouthful of skin. I suck on one part, graze my teeth over another, and wait for her subtle signals. “Good?” I ask when she’s quiet for too long. “Or stop?”

She makes a ragged, needy sound and reaches between us, spreading her folds with her fingertips. “I don’t mean to be bossy, but could you kiss me…here?”

Bossy. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask her to explain, but then I see the flushed nub that she’s pointed out, protruding from the apex of her cunt. She can explain later, I decide, and lower my head to taste her at this new spot.

This time, when my lips close around her, Dakota nearly jumps up from the floor. The fingers casually wound in my hair turn into a vise. “More!”

Aha.

Bossy.

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