CHAPTER 7~ AROUSED

In no time, Verya caught something, a rabbit and a small squirrel, and as Sathe caught fire to the woods he gathered, she skinned and washed the meat in a nearby pond which she had found with her good sense of hearing. The useless sticks that fell from the tree branches up above were put to use and soon the meat was being roasted at a high heat.

Both Sathe and Verya sat, watching it for there was really nothing else to do. The silence between them was so deafening that it became uncomfortable, especially to Sathe. His eyes drifted over to his mate; slowly, shyly, his little hands clenching as he spoke, “You didn’t tell me your name…can I…can I know your name?”

Verya looked over at him, slowly nodding her head. “Come closer, I’ll whisper it to you.”

Sathe nodded, shuffling closer to her on the soft bed of grass where they sat. “Now…?”

Verya shook her head. “Closer Sathe.”

Sathe’s cheeks reddened as he looked between them, finding absolutely no space, if he moved any closer, his skin would touch hers…even so, he shuffled the slightest bit closer, looking up at her expectantly. “You’ll tell me now?”

Verya closed the little space that was between them, sighing out in what sounded so close to bliss when her arm pressed against his. The tingles were so conspicuous, it was so hard to just not feel them. His skin felt good against hers, warm and soft, if only she could pull him a little closer…

But what exactly was stopping her? Sathe wasn’t.

Turning towards him completely, she grabbed his face with a hand, leaning down to plant her lips against his. His face was so red, and his lips were too perfect to resist, his scent too.

The last time she had kissed him, his lips had remained stiff against hers and if it turned out to be the same now, she wouldn’t ignore it.

Her lips moved slowly against his, savouring the taste of his lips, He tasted the same way he smelled; sweet and minty, but it wasn’t enjoyable if he wasn’t eager to taste her lips too…he wasn’t kissing her back.

Sighing, she pulled away from him. “What’s the problem?”

Sathe’s cheeks flushed even redder, his hand reaching for her blouse, pulling weakly at it. “Teach me…” he whispered before hiding his face away from her.

Verya looked down at him, her head tilted questionably. “Sathe…don’t tell me you don’t know how to…” she sighed again. “Look at me Sathe…”

Sathe was reluctant, but not for long, he lifted his head, looking up at her with nothing but diffidence in his dark, obsidian eyes.

“Are you telling me you don’t know how to do it?”

Sathe nodded his head. “Y-Yes.”

Verya moved closer to him again. “Are you saying I’m your first kiss…?”

Sathe nodded again, his hands trembling when his mate’s eyes flashed from hazel to red and then to hazel again. She chuckled; the sound dark, not humorous at all. “You’re tempting me to devour you, aren’t you? Was I the first to touch you here too?”

Her hand ran along his covered length that was already as hard as a rock, and Sathe moaned. “Y…Yes!”

“Open your mouth, Sathe…”

Sathe acquiesced, his lips slipping apart the slightest bit and his mate didn’t hesitate to swoop down like an eagle, licking along his lips before shoving her tongue inside.

Her tongue searched for something it seemed she couldn’t find, and pleasure toured through him with no mercy. His hand gripped her shirt tighter, pulling her even closer.

He wanted more, he wanted her to touch him again, and the thought of touching her too had even more excitement rushing straight down to his c*ck.

He moaned desperately when she pulled away, his eyes looking up at her with a need she was confident she could fulfil. She reached for his pants, pulling at the button, then the zip, and then at the waistband of his underwear until his thick and veiny member was set free.

She wrapped her hand around it, her eyes staring into his with an intensity that could undoubtedly drive him mad. His hand reached beneath her blouse almost instinctively, running along the warm skin of her abdomen.

Verya grabbed it, pushing it even higher and she didn’t stop until it was situated over her left breast. “Here…you should touch me here.”

Sathe swallowed hard when she climbed on top of him, he didn’t know what to do, but the fact that she was taking the lead and guiding him had his c*ck pulsating with an even bigger need.

His little hand squeezed the soft flesh beneath it when his mate finally started to stroke him…but as soon as she started, she had to stop…for from behind them came the sound of the meat they were roasting crumbling right into the fire.

His mate turned towards it, groaning angrily as her hand let him loose and she rose to her feet, turning her back to him as she walked over to the fire.

She stopped mid-way. “Verya…my name is Verya.”

Verya…? What a fitting name Sathe thought as he put away his hard member…trying his hardest to bury a desire that wasn’t at all fulfilled…

But could he?