Page 132 of Moonless

“Home.”

“We’re already down here.”

“I know.”

I look at the needles beside his head. “You’ve even found us a soft bit.”

“For my back. Yours needs the furs.”

Ohhhh.

I catch his lower lip with one more kiss. He follows when I lift away, and I keep my hand against his face.

“We could be careful.”

I move my hips when I say it, and his hands clamp down to stop me. He shuts his eyes for a second, then looks right at me.

“I’ve got a bed for you. Let me get you to it.”

He’s going to be careful about this too, isn’t he. I sit back a little. He’s still holding me, and I run my thumb over the bare skin beside his brow.

“Fine. But you can stop looking so pleased with yourself. I helped.”

One fang shows again. I plant a hand beside his shoulder and start lifting a knee to get off him.

His grip closes at my hips, and he growls low enough that I feel it where I’m sitting. That’s not fair.

“Stay there.”

“The den’s uphill, Rauk. I do know which direction it is.”

“Put your arm around me.”

I look at the blood showing through the wrap on his bitten arm. “That needs changing.”

“At home.” He pulls me in against him, and I get my good arm around his neck. The bad one goes as high as his shoulder and stays there. It’ll do. When his hands slide under my thighs, I hook my legs around his waist.

“Slowly, then.”

He rolls onto his side and pushes up with me against his chest. Halfway there his ears go flat, and I get my knee off his scratches.

Sorry.

Then we’re up, with his hands spread under me.

He starts uphill with short steps. I lift my head to kiss him, and he stops long enough to answer it.

“You’re going the right way,” I tell him against his mouth. “Keep doing that.”

He breaks the kiss to watch where he’s putting his feet, which is sensible and no fun at all. I kiss along his jaw instead, up to where the fur goes soft under his ear, and the ear flicks against my nose.

“Kestria.”

“I’m helping.”

He lets out a long breath through his nose and keeps climbing.

I’ve been sitting on his cock since he pulled me down in the needles, and it hasn’t gone anywhere. It’s trapped up against his belt now, right under me, and every step he takes drags it along the cloth between my legs. I’m wet already. I’ve been wet since pikku riesa, and he doesn’t need to hear that from me. He’s got a nose.