Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I want her to look at me with heat in her eyes, like she did the night we mated.
I think of that night, over and over again. Not the part where she cried, because it wounds me. But the way our bodies moved together, the way my cock sank so deep inside her, the noises she made when she was gripped with pleasure; all of these things are burned into my mind. Most of all, I think of how it felt to hold her smaller body against mine and feel…complete inside her. There is no other way to describe it.
I want that completeness again. I want her smiles to be for me.
I want to remember. We were happy before my accident, this I know. She would not be so devastated if we had quarreled like Asha and Hemalo. She would not look at me with such hurt need in her eyes.
It is up to me to fix it. Somehow. This time together alone in the cave will help us mend. I will get to learn Stay-see, and she will see I am the same male I always have been. That nothing about me has changed.
As if she realizes she is in my thoughts, Stay-see looks over at me, a soft smile on her face. A warm flush moves through my body, and my cock stiffens in my breechcloth. “Are these supplies for our use?”
Her voice is so soft I do not realize she is asking a question at first. I am too entranced by her pink mouth and the smile there. “Eh? Oh. Yes. We must leave supplies for the next hunter to visit, but we can take what we need.”
“I need some utensils,” she tells me, running her fingers along the shaft of one long white bone.
The sight of that makes my sac tighten and my mouth go dry. I have to fight the urge to rush out of the cave and take myself in hand. I am going to see her stroking that bone in my dreams tonight. “I…see.”
“Do you think you could help me?”
“Show me what you want and I shall do it for you.”
“No. I mean…” She bites her lip and gives me a shy look. “I’d like to learn how to do some stuff myself. I figure I can work on making spoons and dishes while Pacy is playing or napping.”
Is that what yoo-ten-sills are? I was not paying attention. I am still thinking of her stroking that bone. “Sometimes bone can be heated and bent, and sometimes it can be carved into what is needed. What would you like first?”
She takes a pelvic bone from Pacy. Before he can cry, she waves the long leg bone at him, and he grabs at it with little blue hands. A smile curves her mouth, and I decide that her smiles are even more need-inducing than when she strokes the bone. “I would like to make a plate out of this,” she says. “It’s too big here, and here. I want this flat section.” Her fingers sweep over the surface. “Do you think we can do that?”
“Of course.” Just as soon as I stop imagining her fingers moving over me like that. I force myself to focus and get out my bag of tools. Every hunter keeps a set of tools to repair his weapons, and I was given a replacement one by my father to make up for the one I lost in the cave-in. I have a sharpening stone, a knife made from flaked rock, and a few other small tools. I give her the sharpening stone. It is rough to the touch and will be perfect for what she needs. “Use this to smooth the edges down.”
She takes the stone awkwardly and holds the pelvic bone, trying to juggle the two. After a moment of consideration, she rubs the stone against one side. “Like this?”
Pacy reaches forward, clearly fascinated by his mother’s new possession and tries to grab the stone.
I chuckle and take the stone back, along with the bone. “I will do this one for you and show you how to proceed. You can do the next.”
“Seems fair,” Stay-see says, and pulls Pacy into her lap. He immediately grabs her braid and begins to play with it. “I appreciate the help.”
“Of course. I am your mate. It is my duty to help you.”
She looks displeased at my words. “I don’t like the thought of being a duty.”
“It may be duty, but that does not mean it is not a pleasure.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flush. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to pick a fight. I just…”
“You feel I am different,” I say slowly. I take the pelvic bone and the rock in hand and spread a skin over my lap to catch the fragments. I rub the rock vigorously along one side of the bone, shaving it down. Once I have made the plate the shape and size she wants, I can use a less gnarled rock to sand it down to smoothness.