Page 51 of Baited

“The last thing I want is Madame asking quest…” She tails off, eyes wide as she stares around her. “Blayn, what have youdone?”

My Izzy moves my wing aside and walks slowly around the space, touching the items I have added.

“I nested,” I say, following her, watching what she does intently. “For you, my mate.”

She trails her hand over the bright items which caught my eye in the market, and they tinkle pleasingly like blades on blades.

“This is…amazing,” she says. “Did you do all of this just now?”

“I did.” I pull myself up to my full height and set my wings. “A Gryn warrior should be able to nest for his female whenever and wherever possible.”

Izzy flings her arms around me.

“I absolutely love it, Blayn. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. It’s incredible. Thank you.” She lifts herself up on tiptoe, takes hold of my face, and applies one of her ky-sses to me.

Her soft lips on mine send my body into a flat spin, my wings drooping, my cocks rising, and I’m lost in bliss, the likes of which I’ve never experienced before.

I nested for my mate, and she is pleased. The warmth spreads through my stomach, making my wound tingle. I don’t know what this is, but I like it far more than I could ever express.

Instead, I lift her up and carry her over to the bed, which I have rearranged to my satisfaction, placing her in the center and taking a step back to admire how perfect she is.

“I am going to breed you here, my Izzy. In my nest,” I rasp. “I will fill you over and over until your belly is round with our youngling.”

I dip my head to kiss her, but every single feather goes up as there is a knock at the door.

Izzy looks at me. She knows as well as I do, the captain and his guards do not knock.

“Is it the Habosu?” I query.

“Knocking in her own establishment, unlikely,” Izzy says.

I snort, and with some reluctance, I leave her in the center of my nest and make my way to the door, throwing it open to a squeak of surprise.

The tiny Tref female from earlier, the one who let me in, and even if she didn’t help much, she still helped, is standing outside, trembling.

“I’m sorry to intrude, is Izzy here?” she asks.

Izzy is already at my side, pulling the female into our nest and shutting the door.

“What’s wrong, Riklinn?”

The female shakes more. “He’s here again.”

“Who?”

“The Yetag.” She can barely get the word out.

I growl. I’ve never been a fan of the tentacled creatures, Voyon excepted. They believe themselves to be great fighters, but the ones I’ve encountered in the dome have been easy enough to beat.

“Has he…hurt you?” Izzy is checking the female over.

“No…yes,” she says with a sob. “He grabbed me yesterday, and he told the madame he wanted me one on one. When I said no, he said he’d come for me anyway.” Her words are punctuated by sniffs and more water from her eyes.

Izzy makes a noise which sounds very familiar. Like a growl but deadlier. “Show me.”

I shake out my wings.

“Mate, if you wish me to deal with this…Yetag…I will do so.”

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