Page 23 of K'Vella

I finish speaking and wait for Holoth to respond. I keep my eyes trained right behind him, into the small bathroom over his shoulder, where I can see a towel hanging on a hook. I stare and stare and stare and am about to start mentally berating myself because it's obvious Holoth doesn't feel the same now that I've said those words to him, or else he'd be saying something or holding me or—

"Invite me into the nest," Holoth's growl is gone. The words aren't spoken through clenched teeth. But he sounds desperate, so desperate for me. "Please, invite me into the nest, K'Vella. Please."

My eyes fall on him, and my breath catches. He's sitting back on his heels, a look of joy so bright on his face that it's almost blinding. His posture is relaxed, unlike the last time he was pacing the nest. He mouths the word 'please' with a smile.

"Get in this nest with me, and tell me I'm not some stupid, foolish female—"

I don't get to finish what I'm saying. I don't get to tell him to tell me I'm not foolish for falling for someone I barely know. He's too quick, and the words die in my mouth as he wraps his armsaround me and presses his lips into mine with a searing kiss that has me melting into him.

"You are not foolish," Holoth says before kissing me again, his tongue pushing into my mouth, claiming all of me. "You are not stupid." He moves to my neck, pressing nips and kisses down the length of it until he gets to the neckline of my dress. "You are mine, K'Vella," he says with the same authority he uses with his commands. This time, the sound of my dress being torn down the middle accompanies the shiver down my spine. "You will always be mine."

"That's some big talk for someone—"

He cuts me off by placing his mouth over my nipple and sucking on it, flicking his tongue over it until it's stiff and tender. He smiles up at me, pinching the stiff bud between his teeth as a gasp leaves my throat. I arch my back into him, begging him to continue.

"Someone who what, K'Vella?" he asks, purring gently as I squirm underneath him.

My breasts are small, not even a handful, but Holoth treats them like they're his favorite things with how much he lavishes his attention on them. He starts to work the other side as he watches me, waiting for me to answer him.

"Someone who's only known me for five days," I moan as he sucks my nipple hard. "That's a short time to know someone to proclaim you're never letting them go."

He hums against my chest, tongue swirling around the peak of my nipple. He doesn't release me until he's sure it's received the same treatment as the first. He cups my breasts. His large hands engulf them, but he massages them gently in the way he learned I liked during his rut.

"I've known I was never letting you go as soon as I saw what a beautiful nest you make," Holoth purrs against my neck as he continues to fondle me. I scoff at his statement, which has himstilling all his movements and giving me a hard look. "You build a nest like a female looking for a mate to fill her with young. Who am I to deny such a sweet gift?"

He smiles at me before ripping my dress further down the middle and starting another trail of kisses down my neck, chest, and abdomen.

"I didn't even know what I was doing," I moan as he takes his time covering every inch of my pelt near my abdomen with his lips. "Does it count if I didn't even know what nesting was?"

Holoth looks up at me with amusement, shimmering in his pale blue gaze. "It counts even more. A female not accustomed to nesting, building this for me?" Holoth darts his eyes to each corner like he can view the nest we're in. "You spoil me, K'Vella. You'll spoil every babe I put in you, won't you?"

My body arches into his touch, and it's enough of an answer for him. He chuckles against my abdomen, adorning it with all of his care like this is the best thing that he's ever had his hands on. I want his hands on other places, but he's busy being sweet to me right now, and I don't want to spoil his fun. I know he'll treat me right when he's had his fill.

He lays his head against my abdomen and rests. The only sound in the room is our breathing and the soft purr rumbling through his body.

"Do you think we can see who's stronger tomorrow?" he asks, lifting his head just enough so he can look at me. I stare at him, trying to figure out what he's talking about. "I promised we could see who's stronger in here, but I want to be sweet to you right now."

I let out a soft huff of laughter as my head falls back against the furs. "I think you're scared because I'll be stronger than you."

"I hope you are," Holoth says without a hint of sarcasm. "Imagine how safe our babe will be."

He purrs his appreciation for that against my abdomen but finally pushes away from me. He's quick about discarding his pants and ripping my dress the remainder of the way down so it isn't in his way. He gives me a soft growl of approval when he sees I'm without underwear. Most of my kind don't wear it, but I'll continue to let him think it's for his benefit.

Holoth crawls between my legs, and my top hands go to his braid, untying it and tugging the strands free so his hair is loose and perfect for me to tug on while he fucks me. My lower hands go to his backside, already grabbing handfuls of the tight muscular ass that I've already decided I'm going to bite if he ever gives me the chance. I doubt he will since I don't know what sex position we'd be in for it, but I'd be willing to try just to sink my teeth into him.

"Eager, female." Holoth laughs as he presses his lips to mine. "Calm, I need to warm you first."

His hand moves between my legs, where I'm already perfectly warm and needy for him. He purrs louder as he spreads me open and trails his fingers over me.

"What has you so warm already?" he asks, giving me a cocky smirk that tells me he knows exactly what he's been doing for me.

"You," I moan, arching into him. "Please, Holoth, I need you. I feel so empty."

"I think I can help with that," he murmurs against my lips, opening them with his tongue and searing me with his tenderness.

He adjusts himself at my entrance and thrusts into me softly, so unlike the many times we fucked during his rut where it was all primal. He's slow and deliberate with me this time, setting a steady rhythm as he rolls his hips into me over and over again. His hand works the outside of me, keeping me soft and relaxed for him like a good Varon male would for his female.

"Holoth," I gasp his name as the first threads of pleasure erupt in my body.

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