Flor's Fiasco (Icehome, #16)

by Ruby Dixon

I can think of nothing but F’lor and her maddening scent. F’lor and her pretty mouth and her soft skin. F’lor and the curve of her bottom as I reach for her leathers. She seems to lean in to me when I touch her clothes, and instead of placing my hand on the snag of her tunic, I place my hand upon her buttock.

A groan escapes me and I bend over her. She is tiny compared to me, her head only reaching the top of my chest, but that means I can envelop her against me, and I do so now. I wrap my arms around her, burying my face against her neck and taking another deep breath of her scent. So perfect. So maddeningly perfect. Mine.

I realize in that moment that my mate is in front of me after all.

love it when one of my long time ships finally resonates!!! the wait has been long but I just know these two are going hit so hard!!!

The words choke off in my throat as I’m hauled into the air and flung over I’rec’s shoulder. “Hey!” “It will be faster if I carry you,” he says, his voice growly with need. Oh god, that sounds incredibly sexy.

I’rec’s mouth presses against my upper thigh and he groans. “Your cunt smells so good. You’re so wet with my seed.”

“I cannot think straight right now, F’lor. I do not know what I want. All I know is that resonance is telling me to climb on top of you and push your thighs apart and make you mine again. It is hard to think beyond that need.”

“I like your scent,” he murmurs, his voice practically a purr. “You smell like your cunt has been stuffed with my seed.”

“Mmm. I like your teats,” I’rec tells me, teasing one nipple with little circles. “They fit perfectly into my mouth.”

I’ve seen him smile a dozen times before…just not when he’s balls deep inside me. That makes things different.

I only intend to notice one female—mine.

I resonated to F’lor. She is my other half. Of course she has my heart.

“But it is yours, F’lor. All of me is yours.”

His eyes gleam and he pats his chin. “Then come and sit.”

I'rec is an icon honestly, king behaviour

I have been chasing after the wrong female all along. Truly, my khui is far wiser than me.

you said it, not me 😌

“I am positive our luck is good. O’jek resonated to the female he has pined after for many moons. I have resonated to the cleverest female, the one I did not realize was perfect for me until my khui opened my eyes. Now you carry my kit and my small clan will grow in size.”

F’lor laughs again, the sound light and happy. “You, sir, are a huge dork.” “I am your dork,” I reply. A dork must be a strong-hearted hunter who knows what he wants and I am certainly that.

“I am I’rec, leader of Shadow Cat clan…and I am F’lor’s mate.”

possessive, protective, perfection

They need to realize she is mine. That even now my mating scent is between her thighs, and that she carries my kit. They do not touch her.

I wind my tail around her waist.

“What are you doing?” “Waiting for you to kiss me.” “Why?” “Because it will remind you that you are my mate, and you are my priority. That you are mine and I am yours,”

“I am full of love for my mate,” I tell her. “No one else.”

I love them so muchhhhh

She smiles up at me and then tilts her face up for another kiss. I make this one last longer, cradling her face in my hands as my lips move over hers. I stroke her tongue with mine, a promise for later, when we are alone, and she makes a hungry sound in her throat that immediately sets my khui to singing.

I am marking my female in every way possible—with my scent, with my touch, with a demonstration. They will all know F’lor is mine.