Savage Seed by Ivy Sparks

26

Leslie

It shouldn’t have beenhot to have a man caress me in public. It shouldn’t have been a huge turn on. It shouldn’t have been anything close. But somehow, having Kade’s cock hard and hot and ready for me, in front of so many of his tribe with women whom I considered far superior to me, made everything that much more arousing.

Kade’s eyes bored into mine as he hovered over me as still as possible. Their usual emerald color had dimmed to a deep gray, his pupils dilated enough to let me know how much he wanted me.

As if his cock wasn’t enough of an indication.

My entire body quivered beneath him. I wanted this. Him. My lips parted as I leisurely ran my hands up and down his torso, feeling every inch of him. In the two total times we’d been intimate, I hadn’t really been able to explore his body. I wondered if he’d let me now.

The low glow of the embers helped the background fade away, and I could forget momentarily that we weren’t alone. Kade’s eyes and manner reminded me of our first time together—how possessive he was, how much he needed to claim me. For some reason, he felt that need again, and I had no intentions of denying him.

“Kade,” I breathed, feeling him twitch beneath my hands. A blush forced its way to my cheeks as I choked out the rest. “Take me.”

Faster than I could see, his mouth was on mine and devouring my moans. Easily, he slid his cock against my folds, repeatedly thrusting the tip into my clit. I moaned, and he swallowed the sound, using the opening to force his tongue into my mouth.

Pleasure shot down my arms as our tongues danced together. He pulled away to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. But unlike last time, he didn’t stop and moved straight to my chest. With his teeth, he pulled my top off in one movement and let it fall to the side. His hands slid up from my waist to cup both of my breasts at once, his hands large enough to cover them completely.

As he massaged them, my nipples hardened and rose between his fingers. With each squeeze and caress, he pinched them between his fingers and my moans filled the air. Finally, his mouth lowered onto one of the peaks, and he sucked and nipped it until a whimper caught in my throat.

My hands found their way to his long hair, and I gripped tightly. A growl tore from his chest and he bit down, making me cry out. He lapped at the mark and pressed his thumb against my other nipple, sending a wave of desire through me that culminated in my clit. I wrapped my legs around his waist to get some kind of release from the physical need building up between my thighs, and he thrust harder against me, still unwilling to seat himself inside my heat.

His fingers trailed lower, and with one sharp tug, he removed my skirt. I was now completely naked and exposed for all to see, but Kade was moving so fast that my mind couldn’t keep up. He inserted a finger up to the first knuckle inside me, and I bucked against him, forcing him farther inside. “Leslie,” he hissed, shifting his position so that he rasped my name into my ear. “Patience.”

He began sliding his finger in and out, my desire quickly coating his entire hand. He soon inserted another finger, and I continued moaning uncontrollably, my voice already hurting from the strain. My pussy clenched around him and he groaned loudly in my ear, exactly like I’d hoped.

Almost immediately, the friction stopped and I couldn’t keep a cry from escaping my throat. I opened my eyes to find him sitting up on his knees, his cock large and ready for me.

Before I could really take in the sight of it, he flipped me over so that I was on my knees. He used his legs to part my own, then I felt the tip of his cock prodding my entrance.

For a moment, I caught a glimpse of those around us. Watching, listening. It barely registered. My focus remained on my mate, and on the things he was doing to me. The things he was making me feel.

Kade tried to slip the tip of his cock in, but he was so large and I was so wet that he merely stroked against me, forcing another moan from my mouth as my need for him became unbearable.

I heard him grumbling something in his native language under his breath, but my translator didn’t catch it. He moved his cock again, this time going slower, and was able to press into my folds. Heat flooded through me, and I felt my arousal already dripping down my thighs.

Kade’s hands gripped my hips tightly, and he pulled me back onto his cock without thrusting to meet me. If it was possible, his cock was even larger than the first time we had sex, and with each millimeter he put inside me, I simultaneously burned from the stretch and wanted more.

I could hardly move from how overwhelming it all was. And Kade took his time. He wasn’t able to fully sheathe himself, and although I couldn’t see it, I knew he must have been about halfway inside. He grunted, and I felt him pull back slowly, the loss making me whimper.

His next thrust came much harder, and he managed to get another inch in, his cock hitting a sensitive spot. I cried out as a jolt of pleasure shot through me. He gripped my hips tighter and continued forcing his way inside, slowly but surely filling my core completely.

My body was electrified as his cock stroked my inner walls and thrust back inside sharply, the intensity of it making me gasp into the otherwise quiet night air. This pace continued until we were both a panting, sweaty mess, the growls ripping through Kade’s throat, keeping me slick for him.

My inner walls tightened as he continued to plow me without mercy, without any hesitance, the relentless slapping of our sex echoing into the night for all to hear. The pleasure built until my entire body went rigid and motionless.

“Kade!” I cried, my vision going white as I came hard. My walls attempted to tighten around him, but he was too massive for it. His pace sped up to inhuman levels, and all I could do was scream as he drove into me and claimed my body as his.

He stilled as his seed filled what little space there was inside me. I whimpered as I felt wave after wave of his cum stuff me to the core.

I gasped as he started moving once more, my mind going numb as he began fucking me again, this time faster and harder. I couldn’t keep up, couldn’t hold myself up, so I surrendered to his need and lowered my shoulders even more onto the ground. I’d give him whatever he needed for as long as he needed… so long as he promised to make my body sing like this again and again and again.

* * *

Kade

I markedLeslie as mine more than once tonight. Her tight pussy milked me until my balls were empty, and after I had emptied my seed in her for the fifth time, I finally had the wherewithal to hold back and let her rest.

She slumped onto the ground, a few feet from the bedroll, too spent and delirious from pleasure to care. I took a moment to enjoy my handiwork, watching her engorged folds pulse as excess seed spilled out of her onto the sand.

Now if that didn’t put a baby in her, I didn’t know what would.

I frowned, surprised by that thought. But then again, why should I be surprised? She was my fated mate, after all, and the offspring of fated mates were the lifeblood of a tribe.

And though we were making this trek to reunite her with her father, deep down I knew she would come back with me.

So long as I kept her safe, of course. Safe from sand tigers, and whoever else might be a threat. I looked up from my mate then to see Trag still watching us from afar. The rest of the tribe had moved on to their duties or rest, but he remained sitting upright, watching. He casually turned his gaze to the dunes far off when I met his eyes, and I felt briefly satisfied that he didn’t challenge me by holding his stare.

Maybe he finally got the point. Or maybe he was hoping to lower my defenses.

Not that he’d ever succeed in that.

I gently lifted Leslie up and set her on the bedroll, kissing her softly, not wanting to wake her. My body was on fire from our intimacy; there would be no sleep for me tonight. I felt energized and wide awake, ready to lead my entire tribe into battle. So I chose not to join her.

I stood over her and watched her sleep for a few minutes before flicking my gaze upward again. Dina, Llanos and Novak continued their watch rotation, each one nodding toward me when they caught me watching them. It was Ria’s turn to sleep, and she laid on her bedroll some yards away. But her eyes stayed open and on me. She knew what might happen tonight and was undoubtedly ready if I needed her.

Trag had risen from his bedroll, shaking loose sand from his legs. He held his spear in one hand, its dull end planted in the sand. He looked at me once more, his face unreadable in the darkness.

Enough of this. I approached him without hesitation. With a few long, quick strides, we were standing eye-to-eye.

We said nothing. Nothing needed to be said. His next movement would decide his—and possibly our—fate.

There was hatred in his gaze. I think no matter what I did for the rest of my days, that hatred would remain. But despite that hatred, Trag did the honorable thing. Bowing his head, he dropped to one knee, uttering a single word.

“Omos.”

I touched him briefly on the head—Leslie was correct when referring to him as “gross”—and waited for him to rise again.

“Are we done?” I asked once we were eye-to-eye again.

Trag merely nodded, then strode away toward Llanos, ready to take his turn in the rotation.

I was pleased it had ended this way. Blood could have been shed, but Trag showed rare wisdom for the time being. He’d be an utter fool anyway, to get between two fated mates. And if there had been any doubt before that Leslie and I had been fated, there wouldn’t be now. Not after I emptied my entire essence into her.

My eyes turned back to Leslie, lingering on her for a moment longer. Such a beautiful creature. I was blessed to have stumbled upon her.

I looked again at Ria, whose eyes were now closed. But a small smile remained on her lips.

I approached Dina and told her I would take a turn in the rotation, allowing her to rest. With her gone, I looked out into the wide open desert, wondering where the sand tiger was. Was she close? Lurking, as she always seemed to be? Part of me hoped so. Part of me still desperately wanted her hide, to avenge my mother’s death and the deaths of all our many tribesmen over the years. I didn’t care if this particular sand tiger was innocent. I’d have my revenge either way.

I expected the familiar hunger for the hunt to engulf me as I thought about the sand tiger. But as I looked out into the darkness of the desert, all I could truly think about was Leslie.

I wondered, not for the first time, what she would do when she reached her father. Would she stay with him and return to the life she knew? Was she even considering, in her wildest thoughts, to stay with me, out here in the wilds of the desert?

I couldn’t bear the thought of her making any other choice. But it was a choice she would have to make for herself. And so I was left with nothing but a fleeting hope that somehow, some way… we could be together.

For she was my mate.