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“I am ready to taste the pleasure my joining with you will bring.” She toyed with the hem of her tunic. “I cannot imagine more than we shared earlier.”

“You will not have to imagine.”

Calling on his power, Kole fanned his arms wide, pulsing his muscles, building the pool’s wave action. A trickle grew until lazy crests broke onto the rock. Inhaling, Kole fed the cold within him, feeling the icy half-oxygen fill his lungs. Pivoting in an arc, he exhaled, aiming his breath at the liquid. The waters started to solidify, freezing into thin sheets, a cover over the rough stones. He pushed more, stacking frozen layer upon layer. Irregular edges started to take shape. A raised dais with rounded clover sides wide enough for two, strong enough to support his weight, stood between them.

Kole scented the change in his female before the soft coo slipped the confines of her throat. Her confusion had morphed into heated awareness, a spike in her arousal.

“Kole,” she rasped in disbelief. “You made us a sleep pad.”

He extended his hand to her. “For you, my mate.”

Luna came to him. Slowly, he removed her cloak and tunic. Salts from the pool clung to her skin, mixing with the sweet scent he knew to be uniquely hers. Lowering himself to his knees, he eased the boots from her feet. Kole closed his eyes, trying to steady his breath. Finally, he had his female, the one who would vanquish the loneliness, fill his home, accept his love. The reality sank in when he hooked her thumbs in her leg coverings and pulled them free.

Kole sucked in a breath. He had never viewed a sight more lovely than Luna. From her toes to the riotous curls framing the soft curve of her heated cheeks, she stole his breath.

She raked her fingers through his hair, scraping his scalp with her nails the way he liked. He bit back a groan of pleasure.

“Make me yours, Kole,” she whispered.

“You are mine,” he growled, folding her bent form over his shoulder to scoop her off her feet. He spun them around delighting in her laughter.

“My moonlight warrior,” Luna sang. “Put me down,” she called louder, patting his ass.

Could he be more filled with joy? As he slowed, to ease Luna down his body, her bare toes kneading the ground, he didn’t think so. Resourceful with their limited assets, Kole spread Luna's open cloak over the ice, a protection for Luna’s body.

He would please his female in every way. On his back, he beaconed Luna forward.

“Come to me.”

The fact that she didn’t hesitate added to his arousal. With fluid grace, she lowered her lean body atop of his.

Mindful of her well-being, he closed his embrace, cocooning her. She shivered in his arms. He’d warm her soon enough. Kole positioned his female over his hips, straddling her legs wide. He tried but failed to hide the tremble in his fingers. She was perfection, the light to a moon he never noticed before she appeared in his life. All the training, the fighting, the battles won, would be worth it for this female.

“I would like to try something I watched in a vid,” she said.

“Of course.” How could he deny her anything? As a warrior, he had been deployed with the ground troops. Rarely did they have the luxury of the old earth videos. What he learned happened in the field, on the hunt.

Luna shifted, turning her body until her spread thighs cradled his head, her sex inches from his mouth. She eased down his torso, peppering his legs and his groin with hot kisses. His female had adjusted her internal temperature, so logically, he knew the touch was closer to warm than hot, but her every caress sparked like fire.

When she kissed his cock, he jerked. “What is this you're doing, female?”

She lifted her head, regarding him. “It is called head.” She beamed. “I will give unto you now.”

And then she swallowed his cock, running her plump lips down the shaft. Kole’s mind blanked. If he ever knew how to breathe, he forgot.

“Dear Goddess,” Kole rasped, lifting his hips. "More head. More head, female. Don’t stop.”

The fragrant scent of her arousal called to Kole without prompting. Kole shifted through her damp folds, exploring his female, listening to her moans of pleasure. The world as he knew it transformed and was reshaped around this female. Burying himself inside his female meant more to him than his next breath. Palming Luna's round ass, Kole buried his face in her sex. Dear Goddess, her nectar coated his tongue and he thirsted after every drop. Licking her folds, sucking her nether lips. He’d never experienced anything more magical than this mutual feast.

Kole thrust one finger in Luna’s slick channel. She cried out, pushing her hips back to meet his finger. He repeated the invasion until they established a rhythm of thrusts and sucks... and oh—he was about to explode.

“Luna, my seed is coming.”

“Hmm, I want the taste of you in my mouth, Kole.”

“You first.” Kole worked his fingers over Luna’s clit. Soft moans escaped her parted lips. Faster, he tongued her sensitive nub. She mewled, arching her back, pushing her sex to meet his thrusts. Without restraint, Kole buried his face in her juicy snatch. The feel of her quivering sex spurred his frenzy to fuck his female. Luna must have reached to the same conclusion because her orgasm flooded his mouth.

“Kole!” She screamed as his seed erupted on a guttural growl.