Page 50 of K'Vella

"Why did you leave?" K'Vella asks, and it takes me a long moment to understand what she's asking about.

Thankfully, I'm already at the sink and can buy myself some time to figure out how to answer that question. By the time I finish cleaning the plates, my mother has excused herself. I can hear her speaking softly with Helna down the hall about meeting up with a friend.

"How about I answer that back in our nest?"

I offer my hand to K'Vella, who takes it easily enough. She gives me a concerned look, but I spin her around until she's wrapped up in my arms, and a smile is back on her lips.

"We'll see you later!" I call down the hall. My sister and mother say their goodbyes, and then I usher K'Vella back out into the clan.

"Your mother and sister made it sound like there were plenty of opportunities for you to find a suitable home here," K'Vella says, and it takes everything in me not to snort at the way she's phrasing her statement.

"My father comes from a long line of strong males, so yes, I'm good breeding stock if that's what you're getting at."

I tug on the neckline of K'Vella's dress to get a better view of the flush across her chest and beam to myself when I see her breasts are almost completely violet. She shoos my hand away as though she wasn't wearing less than this last night and allowed me to untie it and push it to the side so I could see all of her.

"I guess I just don't understand why you banished yourself," K'Vella says. "From everything I've heard from everyone here,they welcomed you back with open arms. Plenty of them wanted to welcome you back with open legs as well."

"Is that right?" I chuckle and move my hands lower down her body. I don't know who's on the ship right now, so I won't strip her until I get her into my room, but the temptation is there. "What about you, sweet mate? You want to welcome me anywhere with your legs spread nice and wide?"

"Holoth." K'Vella swats at my chest, but her heart isn't in it. Oh, she wants to spread those legs for me, probably wants to spread and present herself right in the middle of our nest, all for me. "I want to talk to you tonight, and then maybe I'll allow you into the nest."

"I think you mean welcome me into the nest." I bite at the tip of her ear, and she shudders in pleasure.

"I thought you'd be less horny when you're not in rut," K'Vella scolds me without very much heat.

"Must be my youth," I purr into her ear and deepen it when she relaxes into me.

I wrap an arm underneath her knees and pick her up to carry her the rest of the way. She's moving too slow for my liking, and I want to get this conversation out of the way so I can sink back into her once more before the day ends. I'll get her pregnant if it's the last thing I do.

Once we're in my room, I set K'Vella down, and she instantly fusses with the nest. I kneel but lean back on my heels as I watch her work.

When I was looking at my old house earlier, I couldn't help but wonder what K'Vella would think of it. Would she like the nesting nook I had built in the middle of the master bedroom? Would she want to fill it with all the soft and fluffy things I could find for her? It's obvious my mother and sister have kept it from disrepair while I was gone, which makes it even harder to think about selling it.

"What are you staring at?" K'Vella looks over her shoulder at me. She's on her hands and knees, wiggling her backside to tease me.

"I'm looking at the most beautiful female I've ever seen, and I want her to invite me into her nest so I can hold her."

"Not until you tell me your reason for leaving," K'Vella says, turning her focus back to making sure there are no wrinkles or bumps in our shared space.

I groan low in my throat before falling back on my ass. "It's not a fun story," I say, rubbing the back of my neck.

K'Vella turns toward me. Her fingers play with the hem of her dress like she wants to tease me a little bit. When she hears the seriousness of my tone, she drops her hands down.

I flash her a wicked grin, purring to emphasize that I'm a male who can multitask. "If you want to be bare for me in our nest, strip, sweet mate. I can speak and admire you at the same time."

K'Vella gives me a bashful smile before pulling the dress up and over her body, revealing the violet flush taking up her chest and accentuating her breasts. I purr louder for her, making sure she knows how appreciative I am of how open she is to me.

She leans back in the nest, propping herself up on her upper elbows so she's still looking at me. My eyes flick down to the apex of her thighs and how they rub together as though to taunt me.

"Speak, and then I'll welcome you back to your clan as a good Rytharian female would," K'Vella says, her words too sultry, too potent.

I'm crawling at the edge of the nest, my body tense and aching for her. This female deserves so much more than I can give her. She deserves everything that could make her happy, and I'm determined to figure out a way to make that happen.

But first, the story behind why I left.

"During my first rut run, a female who I was close with growing up, one of my sister's friends, was tricked into the fields.She had no interest in helping a male through his rut, but one of them convinced her to go out into the field where some of his friends were waiting. They dragged her far enough in that they could use the excuse of not knowing she didn't want to be part of the run."

K'Vella's eyes go wide, and she starts covering her body with some of the furs in the nest, not caring that all her hard work is being mussed again. Maybe I should've warned her about what I was going to speak about before she got naked. It's my fault for not being able to think of much when she's willing to bare herself for me.

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