The Taming: Book 3 in the Tribe Warrior Series by Imogen Keeper

Author:Imogen Keeper [Keeper, Imogen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-04T06:00:00+00:00

23

I could pee on your feet

But I’d rather do this

TOR HAD FORGOTTEN about the shayassi birds. Smaller than his thumb, pink, with yellow breasts and purple wings, they strutted around the balcony, flitting from vine to vine, flapping their feathers, preening and squawking, like arrogant fops, nothing like the blood-hungry birds on Araa-Ara.

As he woke to a rosy dawn, the scent of the tammin thick in the air and a sleepy Klym all over him wasn’t half bad.

He trailed a hand along her spine, smiling when she pressed against him, all delicious tits and smooth thighs, warm and slack with sleep. Peaceful.

For the moment. As soon as she woke, those bars of mistrust and hurt would slam shut like a gate, eroding all the progress they’d made.

Last night, for a few moments, in his arms, it had melted away and they’d been together without anything between them.

Peace with her never lasted long.

He needed to mark her. Not that it was a permanent solution. But it would keep everyone confused.

“Wake up, amiera,” he muttered against her temple.

She mumbled and wriggled, but her eyes stayed stubbornly shut.

He rolled them so she was on her back, and he was half on top of her.

“What time is it?”

“Early.”

She shoved at his chest. “No more, I’m too tired.”

“You can go back to sleep in a minute, but first, there’s something we have to do.”

She didn’t stir as he pulled the covers away, revealing every honey-gold inch of her.

His cock was already stiff with the morning and the sight of her. He wrapped his fist around it, wincing as his balls tightened, irritable and frustrated at routine abstinence punctuated by brief, cursory and largely unsatisfying jerk-off sessions.

Klym had reached for him more than a few times. If he wanted to, he had no doubt he could manipulate her into using her hands or probably even her mouth on him, and a thousand times a day, he promised himself he’d let her, but somehow, the moment came, and he just couldn’t bring himself to take anything more from her.

It had to be given.

He climbed up the bed, so he knelt over her chest, and set up a quick stroking rhythm.

Her lids flickered open, her gaze settled on his activity, and she tried to lurch upright, but he held her still with a hand on her shoulder. She glared at him as if he were the foremost pervert in the navigable universe. “What are you doing?”

He just kept on stroking. “Just another minute.”

“Don’t you dare point that thing at my face.” She scuttled backward into the pillows at the top of the bed. Her tits jiggled and bounced. “It’s one thing when we’re… you know. I was sleeping.”

He kept on stroking. He was getting close. “Just be quiet.”

Her tits bounced again as she tried and failed to shift away. He grabbed one and kneaded it hard with his palm, still stroking away.

“Tor!” Her eyes bulged. “Have you gone mad?”

“I said I had to mark you. Be still.”

“Mark me? With your.

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