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“Take me to the nest and touch me,” she moans again.
I stagger, having to catch myself on the nest to keep us both upright. “This is where they almost…”
“But they didn’t because you were there. You saved my life.” She releases her weight against my arm, leaving me no choice but to let her fall back into the center of the nest.
Well, I had other choices, but I ignored them.
“Svera.” I take a step back, but it’s the only one I can manage. I reach for my xora and, through my thick kilt, I try to tame it.
Svera’s eyes flare and she spreads her legs and my mind turns over and my tail whips through the air frantically.
“Krisxox,please.” She begs me. My Xiveri Mate is xoking begging me to rut her.
And I’m standing here debating this?
Hexa, she’s a human, I’m Drakesh, she’s…so xoking perfect.
I lurch forward onto the nest, covering her body with mine, until I remember Nondah covering her in such a position and move to the side. I don’t want to hold her down. I don’t want to harm her.
She reaches for me, twisting onto her side to face me. She grabs my shoulder and I grab her neck and I tilt her head back and when shewhimpers,all thoughts of restraint flit from my thoughts like fire from the end of a blow torch.
My tongue licks her mouth open and I spear the dark heat that I find. She grows more bold, biting my bottom lip between her teeth, before moving away from my mouth to my jaw to my neck.
Xok! The neck?
This…wasn’t part of my training.
Nerves ignite throughout my body that I wasn’t prepared for. Instantly, I want to see her reaction when I do the same thing to her.
I wrench her away from me, her hair cover slipping, and I devour her throat, biting hard on whatever skin that I find.
She moans my name and I can’t xoking think. There is nothing but this. The weight in the air. The sensation of it binding us.
“All I could think about was being back on that ship with Nondah. I was so scared…” Her words contradict her actions when she grabs my hand and shapes it to her breast.
I squeeze all on my own and I’m shaken. Shaking with need. With despair. With relief. With a whole xoking host of emotions that she has drawn out of me.
“Me, too.”
Her hands in my hair delve into the strands, even though she has no claws. She clutches me to her with all the strength she has.
“But you came for me.”
Bang. Bang. Boom.Krisxox.
“You came for me again. Just like you did last time.”
I meet her gaze and hold it and time hangs between us as I give voice to one fatal truth. “I will always come for you.”
Her eyes water and her hand reaches between us to my kilt, but I shift away from her touch. I can’t. Not like this.
Momentary hurt flashes across her expression and my gut twists. I want to explain to her what I’m feeling, but I don’t know what that is. So, I go back for her throat, kissing my way up and down. Experimenting. What else will elicit these wonderful, beautiful moans from her?
I taste her ear, suckling the lobe and biting down on that soft, rubbery shell. “Ahh!” She shouts. Her back arches and she pushes my hand down from her breast, down, down, down until I can feel the thatch of her curls through her shift.
“It’s hot here. So xoking hot,” I moan, growing delirious as I rub her.
She’s writhing uncontrollably now and I’m about to spill my seed all over her and I haven’t even seen her yet. And Ineedto see her. I will not rut her, but I will not leave her like this.
