Page 40 of K'Vella

He plunges two fingers inside of me for a moment before pulling them out and wiping the juices on his neck again. The action causes the females to flush in embarrassment, and three of the four turn their attention away to look for different males. One of them narrows her eyes on Holoth, making me wonder what she could think could come from her still wanting him.

"Is this your mate?" a male asks from across the table.

The question startles me so much I jerk in Holoth's hold, but he keeps me pressed against him, rolling his hips into me so I feel his hardened cock against my backside.

"K'Vella, this is Nalith. You heard us talking on the comms the first night here."

Holoth uses his free hand to gesture toward the male sitting across from us. His blond hair is loose and falls against his shoulder, and his beard is neatly trimmed. It makes me wonder if it's what Holoth would look like if he grew one out.

I look at the other male, saying nothing for a long moment. I'm unsure what to say or if I can even say anything since Holoth won't stop teasing my entrance with his fingertips.

"Nalith, this is my mate, K'Vella," Holoth says, plunging his fingers into my tightness, causing me to bite down on my lip to stop the moan from leaving my lips. My chest flushes dark violet, and it has Holoth beaming down at me. He's proud of this, proud of how I respond to him, even in front of all these people. "She's not used to our ways, but she's taking to them very well."

"Safe to say I lost the bet." Nalith frowns and looks around the room. He taps his fingers against the table like he's waiting for someone but then turns back to Holoth. "I said you'd return when you couldn't find someone to rut. I don't think any of us thought you'd go out there and find yourself a Varon."

Nalith gives me a smile that tells me he doesn't think there's anything wrong with me being from a different species. His eyes fall down to my exposed abdomen, and they crinkle. I shake my head softly, trying to tell him not to mention the babe.

Either he notices, or he's just vague because he says, "Congratulations," before tapping the table twice and standing. "I thought being near you would cause at least one female to come rub against me. I guess your sister really scared them all off you, didn't she?"

Holoth laughs hard. "I doubt it. Who told you she did that?"

Nalith looks down at Holoth with a frown and then over at me, who's trying hard and failing at not whimpering and thrustingmy hips into Holoth's touches. Again, this is all apparently normal for them because he doesn't spare me a second look.

"I heard your sister threatened to fight any female who approached you. Something about protecting her sister."

Holoth's fingers pause their movements inside me, and his purr stutters. It starts up again, barely missing a beat, and he gives Nalith a quick nod. "Thanks for telling me. I guess she kept that to herself this morning after threatening to remove my blocker."

Nalith opens his mouth to say something, but he's taken a few steps away, far enough for the females to think it's safe to approach. One of them grabs the waist of his leather pants and tugs him toward her with one hand as her other releases the ties to her top to let it fall, revealing her breasts. It takes Nalith's attention away as he scoops her into his arms and takes her into one of the darkened corners of the room.

I look up to see if Holoth is admiring the female who bared herself for his friend, but my breath catches when I see him staring down at me. His full focus on me, my flush, and the way my breathing hitches when his hooded eyes look at me, lust and desire in them.

"It's killing me not to throw you on this table and devour you," Holoth growls as he fists my hair with his free hand. He tilts my neck, baring it for his teeth that scrape along an unmarred area. "You want me to do that, K'Vella? Spread you out on this table like a feast just for me? Want me to lick and suckle on you until you're screaming my name?" I shake my head, no, but I can feel how I squeeze his fingers tighter. "Too much for now, but I'll make a Rytharian out of you yet." He nuzzles back into the crook of my neck and speeds up the thrusting of his fingers.

"Holoth." His name is a whispered plea as my pleasure begins to peak.

"Call me mate when you break apart, K'Vella," he growls into my neck, the thrill of the command tingling down my spine.

His fingers work me in perfect motions, over and over again, touching exactly where I need, and then there's nothing but us and pleasure, and it's perfect.

"Fuck, Holoth, mate, please, fuck." The words tumble out of my mouth as my pleasure floods me and washes over me.

My whole body seems to flush when I come down. Holoth is still petting me gently, and his teeth bite a fresh mark into my neck. I lie against him as I try to catch my breath.

It takes me a few seconds to realize more than just a few people noticed our little display. Holoth's teeth are still deep in my neck as I take in the different expressions around the room. Some are happy, others are confused, and a few are even angry.

A loud whistle sounds from somewhere in the crowd of unmated females, and then a few more go out. There's clapping, and more than one person yells their congratulations to us. The whole thing seems so bizarre, and it isn't until Holoth removes his teeth from my neck that I realize why it's so important.

"I'd like to see any of them say you're not my mate now." Holoth grins at me with blood-stained lips.

I match his smile, falling against his chest and letting his purr wash over my worries. One hand goes to my abdomen, where I stroke our babe. This hasn't been nearly as bad as I thought it would be.

fifteen

Holoth

Two of my fingers remain firmly inside K'Vella as the night continues. A few other males come to speak with us, asking why I left and if my mate and I are staying on Rythar.

K'Vella's tired and has left her head pressed against the crook of my neck for much of the night. The only reason I know she's awake is the soft whines she whimpers into my ear when I lazily thrust in and out of her, keeping her nice and warm for me. I want to have her ask to sit on my knot before the night is over, but it might be too much for her still.

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