Long moments passed as River's eyes hit directly upon the full length of his erection. He remained still, breathing hard as he let her inspect him.

Due to the warm glow of the sun summoning from the cave opening, she could see him clearly. A little too clearly.

He was god almighty hung.

The crown bulbous and glimmering. The deep skin packed with heavy veins that shimmied like hiking trails down his shaft.

She gulped as she faced him fully, sliding in the water till it covered her breasts.

He is a bit too big. In fact, he himself was a really huge man. His thighs were like the carved stones that seemed to be sculpted by the Michelangelo himself.

Her eyes went back up, scanning the muscles of his upper torso that stood with such sharpness that it was beckoning her to touch him. Pecs were smooth and jacked. His gold armbands in place.

She wondered why he started to wear them right after they had meet? Upon their first meeting, he hadn't had those.

He looked so primal and deadly with them on. Made him look like some raucous king.

Yisrael tried not to leap at her when she took her time to survey him. It ran like gasoline in his nerves as she licked her lips when she again sneaked a look at his cock. Control, Yisrael.

Her pearls were in place and it made him think if she had any sentimental attachment to them just like his arm bands.

He had made the bands himself from ivory and gold to remind himself that sometimes he had to think of his person and not others.

His priorities were often towards the well being of his family, friends and the tribe. He never once put his concerns on top.

Which is why he carved his name on the bands and tried to wear them regularly to prompt him that he had to take care and place his needs first.

And right now, he wanted to.

Stepping into the water, it's slippery texture wrapped around his legs. His shaft bobbing on the surface. He settled back against the edge his both arms stretched out, sprawling his legs out till it touched hers.

She jumped at that touch. She could hear how her teeth was grinding. This man purposely touched her whenever the opportunity was bestowed.

And stupidly, she felt a dauntless pull to his touch.

His size overwhelmed her as he took up most of the space in the pool. She glanced at his now hidden lower body and back up.

"You can't come in like this." Trying to create an argument just for the sake of her nerves.

"I think I already told you this all-" His finger circling around, motioning the area. "-is mine and I can do whatever I want."

This confidence was a staggering jolt to her which made her issue the insult right out of her mouth.

"You are an asshole."

"Then you are an asshole too."

Her eyes slanted at his words. No one has ever refuted back with her. She had gotten into the worst arguments with clients, friends and parents and never once has she lost.

In no grounds will she lose this on. Especially with a man like him.

She opened her mouth for a good comeback but she came up blank. Zilch.

He stared at her with slow reptilian smile appearing on his face. Bastard knew he won this round.

Getting comfortable, he looked through her bathroom products. "Tell me something more about yourself."

"Why?"

"I'm curious about you." He the skimmed his hands through her clothes and when he plucked her tiny red panties, he dangled them around his fingers like a pendulum.

"That's mine. Can you-" He sniffed it like a damn dog and then placed it back.

As if speaking to himself, he rasped. "She smells also good."

This man just said the first thing that popped in his head. How is she going to keep up with him?

"So I'm waiting. Are you married by any chance?"

Unable to resist, she brushed her hair from the side, the water seeping down. "Why? Is that going to stop you from checking me out?"

Watching how her long hair streamed down on her bare wet shoulder and it's ends meeting the tops of her breast, he absentmindedly continued.

"If 'checking me out' means checking your snatch then no it would not stop me. I would also add that your husband is a horrible foolish man to let you go through the jungle all on your own."

Angered by his masculine tone, she snapped. "I can take care of myself. I don't need a man."

"I disagree. Every woman needs a man."

Her hackles rose. "Well that may be the way your culture works. We however don't need to reply on men."

"What about sex?"

She paused. When she didn't answer him right away, his brow lifted. "You do have sex right?"

She pushed back her insidious thoughts of that ugly man touching her every where while she lay naively, so unconscious to every thing.

Coming out of her trance, she ran a tongue over her teeth. "Where we come from females can have sex with other females and males with males. It's not like we have to depend on having sex with the opposite gender."

Undeterred, he shrugged. "Yes. It's not new. We also have fellow tribals who are into the same sex. We aren't against them. They are one like us."

She pulled back. That was a very rational thinking. She was frankly astonished that they accepted same sex alliances so freely which still had the world outside who held a grave prejudice against them.

"Are you into females?"

"No."

"So you want to have sex with males only?"

Why is he asking her all this? Does he want to have sex with her? Even if that thought shouldn't excited her, she knew he couldn't break from his pledge.

Loving this new game, she decided to test the water. Even if last night he wanted to touch her, maybe today he would resist. Maybe she could get a win.

She smirked. "Only with those who I find attractive."

"You find me attractive." It was statement, not a question.

"I do not!" A bit too obvious here, River.

He sniffed the air and then shook his head. He had tied up his hair into small man bun making some of those dark black tendrils fall on his face. "You can't lie to me. I smell your excitement."

That's impossible. He was bluffing, he had to be. "What a load of bullshit! You can't smell anything." Can you?

"I'm a part animal and human. My senses work on a higher level than yours. So I can hear your heart beat rising, your breath quickening and your pussy-" He growled the last part, "Getting thoroughly wet."

Trying to calm her shaky nerves, she bit out. "Yeah right. I could be simply getting wet from the water. You can't prove anything and let me make it clear to you. You don't get me wet."

He simply stared at her as if it was no point arguing with her.

No pointy denying the truth but she wanted to deny it, wanted to argue because apparently right at the moment, it was getting her off.

"You are not the type of man I associate myself with."

"The more you talk, the more I smell it."

His lack of effort in the conversation was so succulent that it sliced her into kebabs on fire.

She countered. "You are irritating me!- I don't like this and-Urgh- just get out of here!"

Her sentences were broken into segments of rage. She wanted to rail at him more because it was not true. She didn't find him sexy like lava.

She didn't find how his eyes rested upon her like a python simply waiting for the right moment to attack.

"I think anger excites you." And just like the python attacked.

Okay. Time to bolt.

Except just as she hefted herself up from the pool, he had already swam to her. Backing her against the edge.

When she felt her nipples prickle against him, her hands came up in form of fists to shove him away but he barely budged.

Thinking he would touch her breasts, she immediately crossed her arms over it except his hands lifted her face.

At first, she jerked back but it didn't stop him.

Thumb caressing her cheekbone, he looked deeply into her eyes.

The black covered all around, wiping the white of the eyeballs and fear licked her heart. He looked like an animal. A deranged chaotic one.

But his words were so soft like butter.

"Tell me who hurt you, River."

This cannot be happening. She tried to yank his hand down when his other hand grabbed both her arms and held them behind her back.

When her breasts arched up, his eyes riveted to them. "I won't hurt you."

Her toes curled underneath the water. His voice was so raspy and the accent was so thick and foreign, it made her mind go blank.

Stop him. Stop him. Yet when his large hand went to cup her heaving breast, her eyes shuttered.

Her fists unclenching. Ohh...It's been too long since I felt a man's touch.

Yisrael felt dark hunger curling in him. The moment he saw her eyes drop and her smell intoxicating him further and further, he knew he had to get away.

But how? She was so lush and soft. So damn soft. His cock jerked when she pressed herself further into his hands.

He worked her breast from the underside, kneading them in circulation. He didn't even touch the nipple, pointedly avoiding it.

Make it sharpen into a tight painful point.

She looked so lost in the feeling that she didn't know what she was doing. It was like instincts guided her.

When she felt his cock against her abdomen, she couldn't help but rub up and down against it.

A low sound echoed in the cave and she realized it came from him. He whispered something in his language and somehow it seemed to add more fuel to the fire in her blood.

Yisrael wanted to eat her up, right there. Her body so sensually swaying and grounding at his cock. Her breast so full in his hand.

Her smell was getting more and more. The desire blinded him, and he pressed his lips right at the pulse on her neck.

"Ohhh..." Her head fell back.

Such unabashed emotion was making him harder. It made him slide his hand down, almost there. Almost reaching her perfect little-

"Yisrael! Father is calling for our morning meal."

Instantly, River awoke and she shoved him away and he let her. Just as she got up from the pool, he realized if he saw her wetness. He wouldn't survive.

"Stay here. I'll move out first." She went back into the water and refused to meet his eyes.

Yisrael didn't know what she was thinking and frankly, he couldn't care at the moment. The cave was washed with her scent and it angered him to satisfy it. He needed to leave.

Yanking on his pants, he simply called over his shoulder, "Meet me at the main tent. Meal will be served soon."

Unfortunately, his meal was still in the pool and he hadn't even began. The frustration was beginning to surface at the how his cock needed his relief. Too damn long he has been without some sweet honey and right about now, hers had smelt the sweetest.

He saw his young brother, Yosemite waiting for him but he had his arms crossed.

In Iborian, he barked. "What are you doing with her? Leave her alone, Yisrael. She isn't one of us and more importantly, I know you and your history."

He bared his teeth, "This isn't the same and I'm not doing anything with her. She fucking plays me up and I need to show her not to."

"Was she teasing you right now?"

"Yes! Mad woman went into my cave and was naked in my pool. If that's not teasing then I don't know what is."

Yosemite looked carefully at his brother, something was making him go a little to edge and that wasn't good.

"Father said the Yuh is here with her father and brother. They are waiting for your presence at the main dinning tent."

"Fuck! Why have they come today?"

"I thought you liked interacting with Yuh."

Yisrael simply grumbled and looked back at the entrance.

Yosemite was balked at this. His older brother was the best prime example of effective well developed self control and here he looked like he barely couldn't move away from the cave which smelt of a woman's distinct arousal.

No. His brother has come so far. He can't let five years go to waste. He wouldn't allow it.

So he said in an even manner so that Yisrael could understand the predicament he seemed to be falling in. "Maybe I should take her or we can ask our cousin-"

He was in front of him very close, his teeth shown as he hissed.

Yosemite being his beta instinctively had his eyes shot down to the ground in respect to the alpha.

Eyes of black, Yisrael glared down.

"No one takes her. She is mine. Mine to do whatever the fuck I feel like."