They kissed, a soft press of lips that turned passionate. Her mouth clung to his, open and inviting. His tongue said hello. His hands roamed all over her body.
They were in the most awkward place, and yet it didn’t matter. She ended up in his lap, straddling his thighs, hands cupping his face. She licked the seam of his lips, nibbling on him, making noises to drive him wild.
His hands palmed her ass, squeezing it through the athletic material of her leggings. He was so fucking hard he thought he might burst out of his pants.
“I wanna lick you again,” he groaned.
“I think that sounds like a fine plan. Scooch down a little and use your pack as a pillow,” she suggested as the rustle of fabric indicated clothes coming off.
He scooched and had to bend his knees since his feet hit the far end of the cart. He was at an angle and the perfect height, as it turned out. While still kneeling, she thrust her mound against his face.
“Lick me,” she ordered.
He obeyed, spreading her plump lips with his tongue, tasting the sweetness that was all her. Salty, too, to give it a hint more depth. She rose over his face and mouth, moaning as he brought her to the edge. He maneuvered a hand close enough he could thrust a finger inside her.
She clamped down hard on it and whimpered. “Fuck me.”
He wanted nothing more. “Sit on my cock.”
Her turn to obey as she practically tore open his pants to get at his dick. Her eager hands grabbed him, and he grunted, hips thrusting into her grip.
“Look at you, big boy. This is gonna be fun.” She pressed the tip of him against her, and he managed to gasp.
“Condom!” He had some. Somewhere. Fuck, he was so close.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve got us covered.”
She sat down hard on him. He almost exploded. The intense fisting of her pussy around him had him sucking in for air, his body rigid. And when she started to move, he couldn’t help but dig his fingers into her hips.
She knew how to grind against him and give his cock that tight, loving care it craved. She flexed her muscles and stroked him so hard he soon gasped, “Can’t hold on. Can’t.”
As if his words were a trigger, she came. Hard. Tight. Flexing his cock. Milking his orgasm and drawing it out until he almost screamed with the intensity of it.
She collapsed on him.
They both panted.
It was so fucking incredible. Mind blowing. So when she said, “Wanna do it again?”
His very coherent reply? “Un-hunh.”
Chapter Fourteen
Time passed slowly and too quickly in that dark den where they explored each other’s bodies by touch and taste alone.
Peter’s stamina didn’t quite match hers but proved impressive for a human. As a lover, he satisfied her more than she could have imagined. If she had to resign herself to three times a day, then so be it.
He dozed in the bottom of the cart, his body curled around hers. Dressed because danger wouldn’t wait for them to put on garments. Or so he claimed.
Nora had a feeling it had more to do with the fact he felt the deepening chill as they reached their destination. To her, it was still comfortable. The difference in what they could handle was more than she wanted to examine. She had to treat his delicate constitution more carefully than she would her own.
He’d flip if she ever said that to him, though. He had pride. Even if she explained her differences, she had to wonder if he’d still be so accepting of her. Right now, he didn’t seem to mind her expertise, but what if she continued to surpass him?
Not all men could handle it. Was it wrong she’d hoped for someone who could handle her?
She woke him as the tunnel finally began to lighten. “Come on. This is where we get off,” she whispered.
He didn’t say a word but gathered his bag and blanket and, as the cart slowed, followed her over the edge before they could be spotted by someone waiting at the end of the track. They inched along the tunnel, crouching as they neared the entrance, and the voices.
More Russians, yelling, talking, doing all kinds of loud shit while they waited. And waited.
In the movies, everything seemed to happen quickly. The reality involved a lot of patience. Eventually the carts went chugging back up the tunnel, heavily laden with fish and other aquatic delicacies: lobsters, crab, even some seal. The smell made her hungry. She really regretted giving up her cheese puffs. She could have popped them into her mouth and sucked them until she could swallow without a crunch. Taste that salty goodness.
She was head back, almost moaning, when he whispered in her ear. “You better be thinking of me.” His arm came around her, and his hand slid between her legs. Rubbed against her and she writhed against his hand.
Wrong time and he knew it. He was teasing her on purpose. He fired her blood and made her hungry.
The carts had clacked out of sight, and so she had to bite her tongue as he slid a hand inside her leggings. He stroked her, fingered her clit in a way that had her rocking against his hand. When she turned, it was to kiss him, and keep kissing him as he finger-fucked her, making her come on his hand. She clutched him and force herself to hold back lest she hurt him. She stifled it and almost passed out from the exertion. When it was done, she leaned her forehead against his while he stroked her back.
She’d managed to once more hold back instead of letting go and getting too rough with him. But how long would she be able to keep doing that before she forgot and lost control?
His fingers pulled away, and she focused back on the present with its fading voices as the people left with a clang of metal as of doors closing. The mouth of the tunnel grew quiet. She waited a bit longer before slipping to the entrance and peering out. Unlike the platform where they left, they’d arrived in a massive ice cavern with a watery slip sloshing waves onto a dock covered in ice. The water didn’t look warm.
In the corner of the cave sat a few large metal containers, interlocked with tunnels. From the roof of one, smoke emerged. Not everyone had left, and she didn’t see any icy fields. “I think we’ll have to get out of the cave if we want to see anything.”
Exiting meant exposing their presence to the container habitats. Only two of them had windows. Two too many if anyone watched.
No one raised an alarm, and soon they were maneuvering the slick rocks at the mouth of the cavern. The water had formed a layer of ice that sent a deep chill through the skin.
Once past the first few feet, it got easy to climb. Not that she had any issues, and neither did Peter. He kept showing a surprising resiliency. He’d be formidable if he had even half the gifts being a shifter gave her.
The entire climb, he wore a grim expression. So sexy. Pity he’d probably balk at a quickie while halfway up their climb.
When they reached the top, he paused, hands on his thighs, breathing heavy. Whereas she hadn’t even broken a sweat.
She did squint, though. “Wow is it bright.” A sheet of white glinted as far as the eye could see, refracting and bathing the world in the purest of light.
“A diamond field. Just like the story.” He shook his head.
“Are you starting to believe in our quest?” she asked.
“I will admit it’s been pretty fucking wild so far. And all because of you. You’ve got a really good sixth sense for this stuff.”