Mack (King #4) by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Read Free Book Online Page A

immediately realized why. Virgin?
    “I am sorry,” I said, pulling back. The thought hadn’t crossed my mind. She wasn’t young. In fact, I guessed she might be five or six years older than myself. On my island, a woman of her age had already had two or three lovers and several children.
    Staring deeply into my eyes, she slid her soft hands around my ass and urged me back.
    “I don’t want to hurt you.” I hoped she might understand. My size wasn’t something a woman would enjoy her first time.
    She gave me a tender smile, as if to tell me it was what she truly wanted. And me, being who I was, could not resist the invitation. I sank into her, slowly driving in my cock, inch by inch. She moaned gently into my ear, tilting her hips to help me slide deeper.
    She pulled her head back and stared at me with those intense eyes, and I wondered what she was thinking. What did she see in a man like me who had washed up on the shore, his body shattered and emaciated, nearly dead?
    I didn’t know the answer to that question. All I knew was how she made me feel, like there was a goodness inside me—something worth wanting.
    Slowly, we began moving together, our eyes locked, our souls touching. It was like magic the way our spirits and bodies mingled and drew from each other. My heart began to tingle, as if pulling the light from within her. Meanwhile, I felt her pulling a piece of my soul into her.
    There were no words to explain other than she was pure ecstasy, pure light, pure sinful pleasure and joy.
    With what felt like only seconds of thrusting and sliding my shaft into her willing but tight body, I felt the eruption coming. I quickened my pace, our hips colliding, her pants coaxing me to take more, to move faster, to drive harder. I exploded inside her, feeling my seed pouring over the tip of my cock, bathing the entrance to her womb while she dug her soft fingertips into my ass, pushing me as deeply as I could go. She let out a cry of ecstasy, and I forced myself to continue, drawing the pleasure from her body.
    Finally, after several long moments of lying together joined, sweaty, and spent, I opened my eyes to find it was no longer morning, but nighttime. What seemed like minutes had really been an entire day.
    I looked at her and stroked her soft cheek. “Who are you?” I whispered.
    “Happy,” she responded.
    Happy. That was the perfect name for my Seer from another land. She made me so happy.
     
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    The next morning, I found myself alone as usual, but now I missed her more than ever. Her sweet smell, her eyes, her smile. I realized that being with this strange woman was the first time I’d ever felt I belonged somewhere, like there was hope for me. Yet, the other part of my soul knew that to be impossible. I was an outsider, not welcome in their village.
    “Boat,” I heard a familiar voice speak from the doorway.
    I looked up and found my goddess holding out several spotted furs and three big bundles tied with twine.
    “Boat,” she repeated, urging me to take the goods.
    “You did it?”
    I got up, and she quickly shoved the items at me. “ Ko’oten. Ko’oten! ”
    I suddenly had the feeling she was telling me to hurry my ass up. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t with the blessing of her tribe.
    “You will get in trouble,” I said. Of course, she didn’t understand. Her response was to grab my hand and urge me to follow.
    “No. I do not want you to do this.” I had no clue if these people were peaceful or savages, if her helping me to take a boat would earn her more than simply being poked with sticks as they had done to me when I invaded their shore.
    I dug in hard and with my considerable size compared to hers, she couldn’t move me. “No,” I said firmly. I refused to have another black mark on my soul or cost someone else theirs.
    Suddenly, deep male voices began echoing through the jungle.
    Her eyes filled with panic. “ Ko’oten! ” she yelled.
    “I will speak with them. I will