Page 42 of K'Vella

"I'm going to plant your feet up on the table and spread your thighs wide," I say as I curl against the most sensitive spot inside her. "You're going to play with your breasts for me with two of these hands, and the other two are going to be spreading yourself and fucking yourself just for me."

"Yes." K'Vella nods or tries to since I have her hair in my hands again. I keep her away from my neck because she keeps trying to muffle her sounds by wrapping her lips around my shoulder.

"You're going to get yourself all nice and worked up. When you're nice and warm, I'm going to kneel in front of you, and you're going to burn me with how warm you are." My breathing is getting harder at the imagery I'm putting into both our minds. "You're going to come on my tongue and beg for me to be inside you. You're going to beg me to knot you right here in front of everyone. Do you know why, K'Vella?"

I roll my hips against her, trying to get more friction on my leather-covered cock. It's not enough. Nothing will be enough except for K'Vella burying me in her warmth.

"I know why," K'Vella cries as her body shudders.

"Tell me," I growl, the command strong in my voice. It might not have any effect on K'Vella, but it has a strong one on me.

"You're my mate," she cries out as her pleasure reaches its climax.

My name is the long, loud wail of a sound that has me puffing my chest out in pride. I don't need to sink my teeth into her a second time, and no one will congratulate us again. That's all reserved for males claiming their mate for the first time in frontof the clan. Now that I've done it, K'Vella's sounds of pleasure mix with the other females.

"Holoth," K'Vella all but purrs my name as she settles into me.

Her pleasure ebbs, and she curls herself up in my lap. I rub her wetness on my neck again before grabbing more and rubbing it in my hair. I need her smell on me, coating, marking me as hers. I grab one last little bit and suckle it from my fingers, enjoying my mate's taste more than anything else.

"Holoth," K'Vella says my name again, and this time, I pull her face away from the crook of my neck so she doesn't have to do any of the work herself.

"What do you need?" I purr the question.

"I need you," she whimpers so quietly I'm surprised I'm hearing her right. She's already come on my fingers twice out here in front of everyone, and she's asking for even more.

I'm a simple male. My mate says such sweet things to me, and I can't help but puff my chest with pride and look around to make sure everyone knows my female trusts me enough to ask for even more. I'll get her bare for me out here in no time.

"What do you need, K'Vella?"

I play with the tie at the back of her neck, keeping her chest covered from me. One small tug, and she'd be bare for me, open to my groping, my mouth on her perky nipples. I tug on the tie softly, not enough to release it, but enough to get K'Vella's eyes widening as she understands what I want.

"I need more," K'Vella says so quietly that I wouldn't be able to hear her words if her lips weren't so close to mine that I can feel her breath. "I need more of you."

"You can have all of me."

I tug on the leather string again, and K'Vella makes a soft moaning sound. She nods the tiniest movement, and I tug the leather knot free. I purr louder as her flush grows.

She's still cradled in my lap, so I have to nudge the furs down her chest, revealing one small breast and then the other. Her nipples are already hard and eager for my touches.

K'Vella's eyes dart around, fear blooming inside of her of anyone here thinking she is less than because she looks different. I purr louder, giving her left nipple a quick pinch to get her attention back to me.

She blinks up at me, and her lower arms tighten on her abdomen as my hands brush against the soft buds of her breasts. K'Vella loosens her arms from around herself, one of her hands staying to hold it.

I love how, even before she knows if she is with young, she is protective of it. She'll make a wonderful mother.

As much as I want to stay in this moment forever, there's still a male across from me who's now clearing his throat. I shoot him a warning look, but he holds my eyes and keeps an unamused look on his face.

"You said a few minutes. It's been a few," the male says, his arms flexing where he has them still crossed over his chest. "Normally, I wouldn't push it, but my mate is waiting with the clan leader for us."

"You should've brought her here," I say with a laugh. "Maybe then you wouldn't rush me."

I grab K'Vella's nipple again, eliciting another sweet moan from her. She's adapting so well to my culture. It's like she was made to be a Rytharian. I'll need to see if she's a possessive creature as well. There's no one more eager to fight than a female Rytharian who believes another is trying to take what's hers.

"She's with our son," the male says.

I frown and help tie K'Vella's top back around her neck. "Now, why would she bring him this late into the evening?"

"They're not here," the other male lifts himself from his seat and tilts his chin toward the exit. "They're in our home, not far from here."

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