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Chapter Three - A Mate Selected

A shadow passed through the darkness. I gasped and sat up.

"Shh." A hand gently rested over my mouth, a male hand. "Shh sweet one." He pulled off a shirt as he leaned over me. "Don't make a sound."

He shuffled over me and finally I saw him; Mhor. His dark hair gleamed in the moonlight; his golden skin looked silver. My hand lifted and ran over the family marking in his shoulder; a crescent moon and an eagle intersecting it.

His hand lifted from my mouth and brushed over my fingers. "It means cunning and bravery."

"Are you cunning and brave?"

He smiled, revealing white teeth. "I like to think so."

He bent over me, softly kissing my cheek and neck. Moaning at his touch, my body seemed to awaken. My genitals quivered, my breasts tingled.

He drew a sharp breath, stiffening. "Your scent... it's so sweet."

I clawed at my dress, needing relief as my hormones pulsed through me like a fierce itch. "Take me."

He pulled back and helped me out of the dress. I lay naked as he stared at me. His hands ran up my body, fondling my breast. "Oh..."

"Please..." I couldn't feel nervous or frightened. Moisture poured out of me, making my musk strong. I needed him to satisfy me, to relieve me.

He pushed my knees back and ran his fingers over my opening. "So wet."

He pulled off his pants in a flash and leaned over me. His flesh pressed against mine as we stared into each other's eyes. Pushing my knees wider apart, he slowly entered me.

I moaned, pain shooting through me, while also feeling the satisfaction of his penetration.

"Shh..." He withdrew, stroking my hair. "I don't want to hurt you."

He sat up and looked down at himself. He watched as he slid back into me, my knees pulling back and my toes curling.

He pulled back and his fingers slid inside me. My legs fell open as I pushed against him. He smiled, and pumped his fingers.

"Oh!" I threw my head back, and he shot over me, covering my mouth.

"Shh." He showed me his fingers. Blood clung like strings down them. "I'll be gentle. Let me know if it hurts."

He kissed me. I clasped his face. That kiss made my heart pound, and I focused in on it so completely I didn't notice him enter me again. He continued kissing me as he pulsed in and out slowly, steadily. I broke away from the kiss needing to gasp. His head lowered and we lay cheek to cheek as he huffed and growled, his momentum speeding up.

"Tell me your name," he whispered.

"Zora."

"Zora." He kissed my forehead as his fingers wove into my hair. He kissed down my face and neck as I clung to him, wrapping my legs around his hips. He felt so good; his thick, warm cock pulsed inside me, making me tighten around him. Then he moaned and shuddered, pushing hard into me.

His thrusting stopped as he huffed. He lifted his head to look into my eyes. "Zora."

I smiled, my uncontrollable need subdued. "Mhor."

He brushed my cheek. "Would you like me to stay?"

"Yes."

He glanced toward the door. Through a crack, Father sat on guard.

"How did you get in?" I asked.

He smiled. "He fell asleep."

He shuffled to lie beside me, holding me against him as he stroked my breasts. He pulled my thigh between his legs, gaining a strong and protective hold over me. "Are you tired?"