O'Rrin The Protector, page 20
part #1 of Thoherian Barbarians Series
“Get in here.” Hetta waved at me, already curled up in our sleep sack. “You’re warm and I’m cold.”
Hunting or setting a trap for food forgotten, I shed my leathers and crawled in with her, immediately pulling her into my arms. She snuggled against my chest, her slender, naked body intoxicating. I wanted to lean down and lick her, kiss her, take her, but it was clear from the way she was holding me that she wasn’t ready yet.
“Do you think your people are okay?” Her words were quiet, tinged with regret, and I wished I had a better answer for her.
“The Caterri will be angered,” I admitted. “But I do not think they will have mobilized so far out here so quickly.”
“There’s also Dana.” Curiosity flashed in my Hetta’s beautiful deep green eyes. “Do you think N’Ashtar will go after her?”
I hesitated, not certain what to say that would not betray my best friend. “I think he feels for her the same way I feel for you,” I finally said.
Hetta grinned. “That was obvious to anyone who had eyes.”
I frowned, trying to think of a creature that didn’t have eyes. She just chuckled and leaned in to kiss me.
“I’m so glad I met you,” she murmured against my lips, her warm body starting to surge against mine, her hands skimming my chest in the way she liked. “I’m glad you’re mine.”
Lust thrummed through me, threatening to tilt me off my balance. R’Asha sparked in my mind, his constant discussions of fate. “Do you believe in fate?” I asked her, not sure where the thought had originated.
She stroked my cheek, her fingers seeming to dance over the pattern of scales. “Do I believe that somehow, someone, somewhere, made everything happen that brought me to you?”
I nodded, my cock aching and already hard. It took all I had to not grind against her, because I wanted to hear her words. Somehow they felt more important.
“I do.” Her gaze held mine. “Do you? Do you think that something had to be behind my ship crashing, you finding me… us finding each other? Yrrix’s kidnapping and you keeping us safe, everything that led to this moment just now.”
I stared at her, my throat suddenly dry. She was right, I realized. It was fate. But the thought didn’t terrify me, not like it had before. No, I understood my father, how his will to live had vanished after my mother died. He was not weak. Instead, he had loved my mother with everything he had, the same way I loved Hetta.
“I will live every day making sure you and our young are safe,” I told her, pressing my mouth against hers in the way humans were so fond of. “Whether fate decrees it or not.”
Her smile was brilliant. “That’s part of why I love you.”
My eyes slitted gold, the need running through me becoming difficult to ignore. I wanted to mouth-press down her neck, down her belly to her sex, and lick her until she cried out underneath me and gifted me with her wetness. But I wasn’t sure if I could. The past few days she had been tired and sick, and I did not want to push her.
“I need you,” Hetta murmured, apparently picking up on my thoughts. She arched her back, her nipples grazing my chest and making me let out a growl of appreciation.
“May I take you, my Hetta?” I hissed softly, my tongue flicking out to lick the salty, delicious sweat off her skin. “Claim you as my mate?” I let my teeth graze over where the mating bite would go, wanting nothing more than to make her mine in the eyes of the whole tribe.
“Yes.” There was no hesitation in my Hetta’s words, just a fierce determination that was starting to become familiar. “Make me yours, O’Rrin.”
I groaned low in my throat, wanting nothing more than to nip at her skin, to bite it and give her my mark, but that would wait until I was inside her. For now, I wanted to pleasure my female, make her feel nothing but ecstasy so she would not regret choosing me as her mate. Her body pressed against me, her teats against my chest and rubbing enticingly against my scales. If I moved a hand down, I could cup her sex and feel its heat. But I had better plans for my mate.
I kissed her neck once more and then slid downwards, pressing my mouth against her soft skin and licking at it. I wanted her scent all over me, wanted my scent all over her, so everyone would know that she was mine. They wouldn’t even need to look for the mating symbol.
My mate whimpered when I nudged her legs apart, going straight for the apex of her thighs. Her sex was covered by a fluffy patch of hair, which looked different than the hair on her head. I reached out and touched it, smoothing my hand across the bristle-like path. I did not dislike it, but I wanted what was underneath it more.
Pressing my nose to her slit, I licked my tongue just on the outside, hissing low in my throat at the scent of her perfume. Hetta whimpered underneath me, and she parted her legs a bit more, arching her hips up to my mouth. She wanted my mouth on her. My mind was getting dizzy with the smell of her, so I parted her folds, taking a look at her pink sex. It was glistening and ready for me, and when I tasted her on the air, I couldn’t wait to have her need coating my tongue.
I leaned in and slid my tongue through her folds, moaning deep in my chest at the taste of her. Her juices on my tongue and the scent of her on my receptors were almost overwhelming. I wanted little more than to lick her again and again, for my tongue to taste every bit of her wetness and slide inside her.
Hetta’s hand went to my head, gripping the small horns tightly to hold me there, apparently pleased with my performance. “Oh, God, O’Rrin. Oh, God.”
I had no idea who ‘God’ was, but she seemed content, so I licked her again, letting my tongue dip into the core of her where she was the wettest. Then I went back to that small nub of hers, licking around it like she had enjoyed last time. It seemed far too sensitive for direct touches, to my surprise. It was not like my cock, then.
Her thighs were gripping my head tightly now, and she let out little cries with every swipe of my tongue. A fresh pulse of wetness and the tightening of her grip told me she was close to the edge, so I carefully slid a finger into her core, giving her sex something to grip on.
This time it was I that bit back the whimper, because her sex clenched my finger so tightly, I feared it would cause my mind to explode the moment I got inside. She kept making her little gasps, her hips riding my mouth as I teased that little nub of hers, until finally, she screamed as she exploded and I lapped up everything she gave me, groaning as I did so. I kept licking and pushing my finger into her until her hips finally stilled and she let out a soft whimper at my touch.
“Too sensitive,” Hetta murmured, reaching down for my hand. “C’mere.”
I licked my lips, the fork in my tongue allowing more of the taste receptors to store her scent. I could have spent my entire life between her thighs, pleasuring her in whichever way she wanted. Yet the ache in my cock reminded me I wanted to be buried inside her when I released my seed, giving her everything that I was.
When I slid up next to her, she pressed her mouth to mine in one of those mouth-presses she liked so much. Her tongue slid against mine, and she seemed delighted as ever by the way my tongue parted, how it could caress hers. “Was that okay, my Hetta?”
She snorted delicately, but there was a crooked smile on her lips as she stroked my face with one of her small hands. “More than okay.”
I grinned, then licked at her neck. Even if I was unable to be between her thighs, I wanted to be close to my mate, to touch her and caress her. “Good.” I nuzzled her gently, her arms touching my back like she couldn’t stand to not be in contact with me.
“O’Rrin?” Hetta whispered, her green eyes holding mine.
“Yes, my mate?” I nuzzled her nose with mine, a gesture of affection among my people. It seemed pleasing to her, too, because her cheeks got the rosy pink I enjoyed.
She bit her lower lip, a gesture that made me growl, because I wanted it to be my teeth in that plush pink mouth of hers. But she had asked me a question, and I wanted an answer. Then she arched her hips against me, just a tiny bit, but enough to tell me what she wanted. She wanted me inside her.
“Of course.” I nuzzled her once more, pressed my mouth against hers, and then rolled her onto her back, hovering my body over hers. My cock was hard against her thigh in a way that surely would have ruined my leathers, but I found that I did not care. No, all my cares at the moment were for pleasuring my mate.
I slid the head of my cock through her folds, slicking it with her juices before fitting it at the hot core of her body. She was letting out little breathless whimpers, tilting into my movements in a desperate attempt to get me further inside her.
“This will happen,” I told her, my words sweet but firm. “Yet I will decide when.”
Her pupils dilated into larger circles, her nipples peaks that begged for my mouth. Her lips parted, her breathing heavier. She seemed to like my words, so I rocked my hips against her again, teasing her just a little bit more while I licked and sucked at her nipples. When it seemed like she finally could handle no more, I surged inside her, groaning at the sensation.
“Oh, O’Rrin,” Hetta moaned, clutching desperately at my shoulders. I held tightly onto her as I thrust into her tight heat, starting to lose control.
“May I bite you, my Hetta?” I gritted out, nuzzling her neck and nipping gently at where I wanted to place my mating bite.
She whimpered and then let out a long groan to the point I was afraid she wouldn’t answer, but then her eyes met mine. “Bite me. Take me.”
I rumbled in my chest, letting my tongue caress her skin. Then I moved faster and faster, making her cry out in release, her cunt squeezing around me. At the same moment I gave in to my release, I bit down into her skin, leaving the perfect bite mark that would forever brand her as mine.
She cried out underneath me, her ineffective claws digging into my shoulders as she held me tightly to where I was. I did not need to bite her long, instead quickly letting go to lick at her wound and easing its sting. We N’Akron had something naturally in our skin that prevented it from being as painful as it seemed, yet she was human. She did not have such protection.
Her chest heaved, her pink nipples demanding my attention, but from the soft whimpers she was letting out, she was still overly sensitive and would not welcome my touch.
Yet.
“Can I bite you back?” Hetta asked. She was looking directly at me, a determination in her eyes that I was becoming both familiar with and fond of.
My eyes flashed gold, a warmth surging through me. “It would be an honor.”
She giggled. “I don’t know about that,” she said modestly. Then she was moving, grimacing and rubbing at her bite mark but ignoring it as she stared at my neck. “Where do you want me to bite?”
I wanted to trace a fingertip across her wound, to find some way to ease the pain, but I could tell she would not have been receptive to such a thing at the moment. No, her focus was on me. It sent warmth rushing through me, a pleasure that she seemed as entranced with me as I was her. I offered her my shoulder, the same place I had bitten her. I did not know if her teeth would be strong enough to break through my scales, so I tilted her mouth closer to my neck. The scales were slightly weaker there, more fragile, and she would have a better chance.
“Okay,” Hetta murmured to herself, staring intently at my skin. “You can do this.”
I gave her a puzzled look. What was I doing? Was it just a weird human saying, or had I missed something? I was about to ask when she leaned forward and her small human teeth landed on my scales. There was a moment of hesitation, then she bit hard, making me groan. Pleasure pulsed in my cock again, where I was still hard inside her tight sex. I was ready to take her again, to have her, to do something to ease the warmth that was flooding through me in waves.
“Did I do that right?” Hetta asked, although her words sounded breathy. “Since you’re still hard, I’m guessing I did.”
My low moan answered her question, and it was seconds before I had her under me completely again and was pushing into her. It wasn’t as deep as a N’Akron bite would have been, but it was from my Hetta and I would trade it for no others. She was perfect in every way, from the way she scowled at me when I did something she did not appreciate to the way her lips parted and she moaned when my mouth was on her teat. I got lost in her, sliding a finger down to her little nub. I wanted her to come at least twice more before I took my own release. I demanded it, because my Hetta deserved it.
She was perfection. And she was all mine.
23
Hetta
I gripped O’Rrin’s hand tighter the closer we got. It was easy to tell which was his village, a bunch of large yurt-like tents grouped around a small, clear oasis in the middle, the largest just to its side. It was large enough to fit at least forty bodies in there, possibly more. I noticed the walled perimeter and the defensible position of the tents, but I didn’t see any agriculture. There was plenty of room surrounding the village and there was a small river we’d passed on our way in. Instantly I thought of the ways I could help create a garden and use irrigation to sustain it.
What if they didn’t like me? What if they didn’t approve of me? What if they treated Jackie or Erica badly? I’d never thought of myself as a particularly anxious person until now. Then again, I vaguely remembered from Earth that pregnancy could make any woman extra hormonal.
My hand went to my middle, and I frowned thoughtfully. Maybe that was what it was. My little bit was making me nervous.
“It will be okay,” O’Rrin murmured, squeezing my hand. While hand-holding wasn’t a thing the N’Akron did, he was used to it because I liked it. It was comforting to me, having his hand on me, and it was much easier to manage while walking than having his arm around my shoulder.
“Easy for you to say,” I muttered. He was the native here and I the foreigner. I didn’t think it would be quite as easy for me.
A loud shriek interrupted my thoughts and I jerked my head up from where I’d been studying the ground. I saw Jackie running my way, her eyes wide and bright and a smile curving her lips. “Hetta!”
I let go of O’Rrin just in time for Jackie to smash into me in a hug, her arms tight around me. I tried not to show too much surprise, no matter how much I felt. While we had been friendly, this was an entirely different level. She was treating me like I was a dear friend she hadn’t seen in a long time instead of a stranger she had only known for a few months. For some reason, it made me want to cry.
Baby hormones. That had to be what it was.
“How are you? Are you safe? I see O’Rrin brought you back!” Jackie was talking quickly and enthusiastically, pulling back and beaming at me, then at my mate.
My fingers went to the bite mark on my neck, which Jackie’s gaze quickly moved to. Her eyes went even wider, which I hadn’t thought was possible. “Is that a…”
“Hetta is my mate.” O’Rrin smiled at me, moving forward to pull me close against him. His front was to my back, his arms possessively around me, and I could feel a hint of his cock prodding into my backside.
“Good? Not good?” Jackie gave me a thumbs-up and then thumbs-down, her expression questioning.
“Good,” I assured her, giving her a thumbs-up. I felt O’Rrin’s amused hum thrum from his chest. Most likely because he didn’t understand the gestures or the words but seemed not to mind them anyway.
“You have to tell us what happened,” Jackie said, starting to chatter enthusiastically. “Right now, Erica and I are staying with the elders. There’s a bed for you too, if you want it, but—”
“Hetta will be staying with me,” O’Rrin cut in.
Jackie grinned at me. “It doesn’t seem like you’ll need it.”
My cheeks flushed, but when I looked at O’Rrin, he was looking at me with love. It had been a few short weeks, yet so much had happened and somehow, I trusted this snake-man with my life. He was mine, I was his, and I would stay with him forever. “Where’s Erica?”
Jackie’s eyes skimmed the nearby N’Akron and then grimaced. “Hiding in the yurt,” she admitted. “V’Annor has been coming around a lot and Erica is tired of it.”
O’Rrin’s eyes flashed red, much to my surprise, and his grip on me tightened. “She is displeased with his appearance?”
Jackie blinked at him. “No, I didn’t say that.”
“Then why does she not wish his attention?” O’Rrin’s voice was demanding now. “Does she not find him pleasing?”
“Calm down, babe.” I patted his arm gently, trying to draw his attention back to me. “No one’s insulting him.”
The look O’Rrin gave me clearly wasn’t understanding, so I patted him some more.
“Erica probably doesn’t want a mate, so she doesn’t want to give V’Annor the wrong idea,” I explained patiently. “Not everyone is looking for a mate.”
O’Rrin grumbled but pulled me closer, as if that would solve all my problems. When I looked at Jackie, she was watching us with a mixture of amusement and adoration. Then she mouthed ‘so cute’ at me and made large anime-like eyes. I scowled, my cheeks flushing again.
“Come, come, she’ll be happy to see you.” Jackie started walking backwards, apparently having an uncanny sense for avoiding the N’Akron running around. It took me a few seconds to convince O’Rrin to let me go so I could follow her, but eventually he moved by my side. Jackie kept chattering the entire walk, and I let her, content to not be the one talking. I knew sooner rather than later she would ask about what had happened, and I would have to answer, but I didn’t want to go through that now.
