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My purr fills the room, making us both acutely aware of how silent it was before. K'Vella smiles and tugs on my hand again so I'm right at the edge of the nest.

"Will you please join me in the nest?"

"Gods, yes." I wrap her in my arms and pull her down to the furs.

five

K'Vella

I'm not entirely sure what I expect to happen when I invite Holoth into the nest. Maybe he'll tear my dress off me, spread me out on the furs, and have his way with me. Maybe he'll put me on my hands and knees and hike my skirt up so he can take me in the beastly way that his kind enjoys.

When he pulls me to the furs with him, I think we're about to get to it, but then he holds me. His breathing is hard against my face as his eyes scan me for something I don't know. His lips are so close that I can feel their softness if I tilt my face.

I shift in his grasp. My lower hands trail over his chest, marveling at the smooth skin underneath my hands and the hard ridges of his muscles. I trace over the lines of his dark markings. My upper hands are on his shoulders, squeezing while I wait for him to initiate this coupling.

Holoth takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, the warmth of it tickling my nose so much that I wiggle it. His purr rumbles deep in his chest, and I can't stop just how much I love thesound. A part of me wonders if I'll get it as much when he's not in rut and trying to keep me calm enough to seduce me.

"I'm going to attempt to be gentle with you for our first time, but it's difficult with how strong the rut is," Holoth says.

His words cause my chest to flush violet. I hope he doesn't mind it once the clothing comes off. He doesn't need to like it, but I can't help but wonder if maybe there's something here. Not because I think there's an actual chance this male will want anything to do with me when he's not in rut. He won't. I'm only ever wanted when there's something I can offer, and once he's done with his rut there won't be anything he needs from me.

He's the first—and technically only male—to tell me he wants to be in my life long-term. He asked it so he could be in our child's life. Honestly, that's more than I thought I was going to get. It's more than anyone else has ever offered me.

I had every expectation of being with Holoth through this rut, staying cooped up in his room until his next one and continuing like that until I became pregnant. Now he's offering me this chance of a relationship, a chance of companionship, and it's so hard for me not to want it. Not when the only thing I've ever wanted is a family. A real, loving family.

"Take me how you need to." I roll my hips into his, making myself acutely aware of how much he wants me. He bites back a groan and closes his eyes. "I saw the videos. It doesn't scare me. Varon males get rough, too. I can take rough."

Holoth growls low in his chest, rolling our bodies so he's on top of me, spreading my legs wide, and pinning me down to the furs. He bares his teeth at me, his hand flexing against my chest, close to my neck, like he wants to wrap his hand around me there to keep me more manageable.

"You made this nest for me," Holoth snarls. "Do not speak of other males when we're in it."

"And if I do?" I ask with a smile, rolling my hips into his.

"I want to be sweet to you," Holoth says, but his growl and the bite in his words suggest he wants the opposite.

Based on the study material he sent me last night, he wants to be sweet only because he thinks he needs to be. It makes me wonder what videos he acquainted himself with last night. I should've sent him some of my favorites because he wouldn't be treating me like I might break if he knew how Varons are in the bedroom.

"I've seen how your males treat their females." I grab his backside with my lower hands and grind myself into him, the skirt of my dress falling higher up my thighs, revealing more and more of my pelt. "I want that."

Holoth blinks rapidly, his purr stuttering out the growl before he moves too fast for me to understand. He rolls me onto my stomach, pulls my hips into the air, and mounts me from behind with a hand tangled in my hair. He arches my back, and I can feel his hard breathing against the back of my neck.

"You want me to take you like a female in heat, K'Vella?" he asks, the words muttered so close to my neck I can feel his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin. "You want this cunt filled over and over until you're unable to move?"

"Please," I moan and wiggle against him.

He purrs hard against me as he lowers his body over mine. His lips wrap around the back of my neck, pressing a soft kiss against it. When his lips leave my neck, he lets go of my hair and shimmies out of his pants. He doesn't bother removing my dress. He pushes it up over my hips, revealing my lower half to him.

His purr never ceases rumbling, even when he sits back on his heels. When I shift to see what he's doing, my flush burns even hotter in my chest. His stare is so intense and filled with desire that it has me curling my toes and basking in his admiration of my body.

He palms between my legs and makes soft, circular rubbing motions against me. When I let out a low, throaty moan and shift myself to grind against his hand, he grunts his approval. He folds himself over me, his hand continuing its slow, steady rubbing to get me warmed up and softening me so my body is accepting of him. It's something that Varon females with all of their reproductive organs need so they can be penetrated. Technically, it's not required since I no longer seal up, but it feels wonderful and prepares me for what's to come.

Holoth locks his lips around the back of my neck again, this time scraping the skin gently with his teeth as he continues his soft movements against me. I can feel myself warming, my body aching for more. Holoth's purr vibrates through my body, keeping me relaxed as he stokes the fire burning inside me.

"Fingers," I moan when I'm ready for more.

Holoth rubs against me for a moment longer before two of his fingers slip between my folds and nudge gently inside of me. So much for him being rough like he kept threatening. He's slow and gentle. It's much too gentle to get me where I need to be. The senses in my nerves are dulled after my surgeries. I need more than what he's giving me if I'm going to find my pleasure.

"More, Holoth, I need more," I pant, wiggling against him in an attempt to entice him into giving me what I want.

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