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“They don’t watch me.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“My mother doesn’t like seeing me in danger, which I frequently am. So, she doesn’t watch my segments.”

Sophie made a disbelieving sound of agreement.

“It will be fine,” he assured her. “I will tell them in due time.”

She made another sound.

“Are you done being angry with me?”

“I suppose. I still feel like that’s a bad idea, but she’s your mom, I guess.”

“Good. Then-”

Sophie squeaked when he suddenly snaked his arm around her waist and yanked her close.

Chapter 10

Serval

Her fire was doing something to him. Something he did not expect.

Serval fucking wanted her.

Sophie’s face had been red, her eyes flashing, her hackles up. She was fierce in anger, passionate and unapologetic and absolutely beautiful. The way she jabbed her finger at him, while not painful, was pointed. She was not happy with him, and she was not afraid to let him know.

It had been a tremendous effort not to grab her and kiss her again as she yelled at him. He wanted to sting her until that rage melted into desire. Until she was all soft against him again.

He didn't. Only because he wasn’t sure that their relationship was there yet. He calmed her down first, explained himself, before giving himself leave to snatch her.

His second kiss was as good as the first. Maybe better, because he had an idea of what he was supposed to be doing this time and he could go right to it.

His little human would-be mate had spice in her kiss this time. Either because she was still angry at him a bit, or because she wasn’t trying to teach him how to kiss this time so she could be free to enjoy herself, but he felt her blunt little teeth on his lips, and he loved it. He couldn’t return the gesture, not with his pointed teeth, but he could grab her by the hair, yanking her head back, so he could thrust his tongue into her mouth and devour her until she was shaking and breathless.

If their first kiss was an intimate hug, this was an intimate battle. One that he fought eagerly as she threaded her fingers into his olules – when had she even yanked them free from their ribbon? He didn't know, he didn't care, because the sensation of her fingers twining through them was going to make him drop to his knees and see where else he could put his mouth.

Sophie broke their kiss first, gasping for air with her inefficient, little human lungs. He didn't stop. He yanked her up, kissing back along her cheek, up to her ear. His olules desperately waving, searching for their partners to twist with in vain.

Sophie made a whimpering sound. One of his olules was there on the verge of her lips. Stinging along the sensitive flesh. She opened her mouth, her tongue emerging. The appendage acted purely on instinct, thrusting past her lips.

She let out a cry even as she closed them, sucking on the olule. The stinging was there on her lips, her tongue, her mouth. His olule undulating within her mouth as her sucking drew it deeper inside while the rest of his olules caressed her face and his tongue swirled within the cute, rounded shell of her ear.

She shivered, moaning. The vibration of it traveled up the olule in her mouth. Burning up the sensitive tentacle, straight to his head, racing down through his spine, burning in his loins.

No…

Wait…

That wasn’t the vibration of her moan…

It was…

She was…

Serval yanked his mouth free of her, pulling back. His olules followed. All except the one she kept in her mouth, sucking it, twirling her tongue along it like she had when she kissed him. Kissing his olule like it was his mouth, his cock.

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