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woman wanting since. Ireya moaned again, rolling her
hips under his hand and tightening her grip on his shaft. The musky
fragrance of her cunny rose to his nostrils and he nearly came just
from the smell of it. Before he could, however, Ireya threw her
head back and reached her climax with a long, ragged keen, surging
under his fingers. Never had he wished more for two good arms to
hold her properly. Then the keen trailed off to laughter. Ireya
moved his hand from between her legs and kissed him deeply as she
pushed him flat on his back and straddled his hips. Holding his
erection at the base, she slowly lowered herself onto it, taking
him inside, into the dark tight heat of her body. Amasa groaned at
the pleasure of it as she rode him. Reaching between them, he found
that little bud again and played with it as she thrust herself up
and down on his cock. She soon cried out again as she came and the
pure joy he saw on her face pushed him over the edge into a climax
of his own so intense that he could hardly catch his breath.
    As they lay gasping and laughing together
afterwards, Amasa held her close with his right arm and knew he
felt something more than simple lust toward this woman.
     
    ***
     
    Ireya stayed with him for nearly a week,
hunting in the daytime and making love to him by night, then
disappeared as she always did, returning just before the food ran
out.
     

     
    “I’m going to marry you, Ireya,” he whispered
to her as they lay together one night. “You’re going to be my
wife.” He wove his fingers with hers. “Do you understand? Leave
with me?”
    She looked down at him and their joined
hands, then laughed and kissed him. “My talí.”
    By the time she left this time, he was well
enough to go out and watch her trudge away. Her snowshoes sank deep
in the glistening fresh powder and kicked up little puffs of it as
she disappeared up the slope toward a small pass between two jagged
peaks. There must be a town up there somewhere. Next time she went
back, he meant to go with her.
    But when she came back again, she wouldn’t
hear of it. In fact, the subject quite clearly scared her. “No, no!
Kill you.”
    “Ireya kill me?” he asked, certain he wasn’t
understanding her.
    She shook her head, then took up the sharp
stick they used and drew a figure and pointed to herself. That was
her. Then she quickly scratched out four more the same size with
bows, and two larger ones. Pointing to the four, she told him,
“Mine. They kill!” and poked him in the chest with her finger.
    Her people would kill him. For the first time
in weeks, he thought of all those stories he’d heard. Why had she
befriended him, if it went against the ways of her people?
    “All right, then,” he sighed. “No go. You
leave with me when my arm is mended.”
    She kissed him for that, but her eyes were
sad. He didn’t have the words to ask her why.
     
    ***
     
    The bear came several more times that summer,
and Alec’s father hunted it but came back empty handed each time.
Winter came, and the bear went to sleep under the snow as it always
did. His father always seemed happier in the winter, even though
life was harder. They set their traps and sold the skins of the
muskrat, otter, mink and fisher in the towns.
    But summer came again, and with it the
bear.
    His father took Alec back to the Coney, where
the boy earned his keep sweeping and working in the garden and
stables for Carsi, the innkeeper. In return he was allowed to sleep
with her two young sons, who were a little older than he was, in
their little airless room under the eaves, where the mice rustled
through the thatch close overhead each night.
    The boys, Ors and Olum, played with him when
he wasn’t busy. They went berrying in the forest meadows, and
fishing and swimming in the river. He enjoyed it, but began to
worry about his father. He’d never been gone this long before.
     
    ***
     
    There was only one rider this year, the tall
leader Amasa had seen before. The