Page 10 of Welcome to Seaman's Cove: Part One
I cut off her rambling with another kiss. She’s cute, my Madison. I can feel her emotions wandering through the bond, jumping from one to another, her curiosity and nervousness seeping into me.
She frees herself from my embrace and walks back to the bounty she brought in for us to eat. Each container she pulls out smells different, and I’m curious as to what’s inside. Madison turns and pulls two flat discs from the storage behind her, setting them on the surface between us. She scoops food onto each, then pushes one to me along with a small white trident. Except this one has four tines. What could a weapon that small possibly be for? Why would we need them to eat?
Madison points to each food and names them for me. “These are drunken noodles, this is a summer roll, and this is pad thai. Which I am now realizing has peanuts in it. Are you allergic to peanuts? Shit, I should have asked first.”
I do not know what she means byallergicorpee-nuts, but the food looks far more appetizing than anything I’ve seen her eat so far.
I reach to pick up one of the noodles, but pause when I see my mate using her tiny trident to stab them and bring them to her mouth. Looking back at my food, I get excited to see something I recognize. Prawns! Though these have no shells and are protected by some kind of translucent covering. Seems safest to start with that one.
The prawn is not as fresh as I am used to, but it is palatable.She watches me like she’s waiting for me to pass judgement, so I smile and nod in approval. This seems to satisfy her, and she goes back to her own food.
Following my Madi’s lead, I pick up the little weapon and mimic her hold, stabbing one of the noodles along with something red I’ve never seen before, and bring it to my mouth. As soon as it touches my tongue, I know I’ve made a grave mistake. My mouth begins to burn, the soft flesh inside pulsing like I’ve eaten an anemone. Like I carelessly popped several tiny urchins into my mouth without opening them first.
I spit the offending food back out, my tongue lolling past my lips in an attempt to escape the assault. Has my mate poisoned me?
“Oh my god! I forgot to warn you it’s spicy!” Madison scurries back to her storage, pulling down a vessel and filling it with water. “Here!” She shoves it at me.
I don’t hesitate to tip it back, letting the cool liquid soothe my tortured tongue.
Once I finish the water she gave me, the burning dulls to a manageable tingle. I don’t think I’ll be trying the third dish, though.
My mate comes to me, wrapping her arms around my waist, and the pain is almost worth it to have her in my embrace again. Almost.
“I am so sorry, Caspian! I should have told you, I forgot not everyone likes spicy food.”
“This isspicy?” I poke the offending food with the tip of the pronged utensil.
“Yes. It means food that’s hot like that, but also, it can mean… well, other things.”
The way her cheeks pink has me intrigued. My purr starts up to soothe her, especially now that I know she wasn’t trying to murder me, and I pull her down onto my lap. “What kind of things?”
“Um… well, other things that make the body feel… hot.”
“Ahh.” I nod. “Like this.” Tilting her chin, I make a path of kisses from the corner of her lips, down her neck, to my bond bite. It’s healing nicely. My tongue traces the mark, and my beautiful mate shivers.
“Uh huh, oooh.” The murmured grunt turns into a satisfying moan as my hand slips under the clothing concealing her sweet cunt. I wish she wouldn’t hide from me. Lifting her back to her feet, I tug down her shorts and the thin fabric beneath them.
“Caspian!” she gasps, hand landing on my head. “We should eat.”
“Not that.” I wrinkle my nose at the offending food, then lift her onto the table. I have something better in mind.
An adorable little squeak of surprise slips from her lips, but her gaze is hungry, and I can feel her delight in the bond, smell her arousal in the air, see her thighs glistening with slick.
“Maybe we should talk first.” She squeezes her legs together.
“Not yet.” There’s much we should talk about, but I need a better handle on her language first. For now, this is much better. “Open, starfish.”
She’s breathing fast as she widens her thighs for me. I touched her in the cave, but this is the first time I’ve gotten to truly look at her. Her patch of coarse curlsgleams with her arousal, drenched and ready. The females of my species don’t have this feature, and it makes my Madison even more special. My knot swells, cock eager to sink home. But she’s not ready for that yet. Despite our quick bonding, there’s a skittishness to my mate that will take time to settle. She needs other things from me first.
This is something I can offer her now. And I know exactly how much she wants it.
With one finger, I trace the lips of heaven, parting her golden curls. Our eyes catch as I repeat the motion. This time when I get to the top I feel a little pearl and when I touch it, she lets out a small gasp of pleasure. Interesting. I stay there, dragging the pad of my finger back and forth, up and down, in little circles, watching her the whole time, noting every reaction.
This isn’t like the hurried fumbling in the cave. This is intentional exploration, a discovery as nuanced as learning a new language. And I intend to master every language my Madison speaks, especially this one.
Once I’ve worked out her favorite movements with my finger, I replace it with my tongue. My eyes roll back as that unknown fruit flavor bursts across my tastebuds. I can’t help the moan that escapes. Curling up that sensitive area that makes her squirm. Flicking the tip of my tongue across it. Flattening in long strokes. That’s the one. She likes that, moaning and squirming, grabbing her breast with one hand.
Her legs drape over my shoulders, the split sensation delightfully unfamiliar. The muscles clench, trying to squeeze shut around my ears, muffling the sounds of her enjoyment. We can’t have that.
