Page 49 of K'Vella

"You're a babe." I barely get the words out before I bolt up from my seat and pace around the living room while everyone else tries to figure out what's wrong with me.

"Twenty-four?" I ask, looking at Holoth, who looks even more confused. "I'll be thirty-two in a couple of months, and you're twenty-four?"

"What?" Holoth asks, shaking his head. "No, what? I'm twenty-three."

"Oh gods," I groan and raise my upper hands to my forehead. "You're a babe."

I turn away from the group, running my hands down my hair as I try to take in this new information. He's barely old enough to be housing someone, let alone impregnating them. I close my eyes, trying to stop the panic that's bubbling up inside of me.

I'm still facing the wall when Holoth comes to stand behind me. His purr is loud and coats my body in its warmth.

"Do you want me to show you I'm not still a whelp?" He nudges me forward until my body presses against the wall, and his cock is pushing against me. His hands start to tug my dress up higher on my thighs as his purr vibrates through me.

"Holoth," I whimper, unable to think clearly when he's so close and offering me so much.

"Come on, K'Vella." He smiles as he presses his lips to my neck. "It's okay if you like your males younger than you." He bites down on my shoulder until I cry out. "I learned I like my females older."

He pulls my hips back, my dress higher. Then he's sinking into me, and yeah, I forget about the age difference when he's thrusting into me.

"Holoth." I reach behind me with one of my upper hands and grab the back of his head to pull him back down to the crook of my neck.

"Mmm?" He mocks me. "I'm not a babe now?"

I shake my head, my eyes fluttering open so I can look at the taunt in his eyes.

"You still want me to father your children, K'Vella?" I nod my head, my hands tightening on him wherever I can touch.

"Good." He slides his knot inside of me and starts to come. "Sorry, should've made sure you were taken care of first," he chuckles against the side of my hair.

"It's okay. You'll learn self-control when you're older," I huff out with a soft laugh and lean my head back against his shoulder. He presses another kiss to my temple and pulls me back down to the couch before throwing his fur over our joined bodies. "Where's your sister and mom?"

"Out," Holoth says, pressing another kiss to my temple before dropping lower and dotting them all over my shoulders.

"Out?" I ask, looking around the house like they might pop up from behind the couch or something.

"My mate was getting too in her head," Holoth laughs and pulls me tighter against him. "I didn't even need to say anything before they both left me to deal with whatever this was."

"Just a minor freak out," I say, a tad too high-pitched. Holoth's hands wrap around my abdomen and splay wide. It warms me even more to know he's caring for his young without knowing.

"Still freaked out?" Holoth whispers in my ear.

"No, not anymore," I whisper back, wanting to turn my head so I can take his lips in mine. He must sense it on me because he's tilting my face toward his and worshiping my mouth with his until his knot finally goes down.

seventeen

Holoth

"We don't need to tell K'Vella stories about me growing up!" I groan and lean back in my chair.

We've spent most of the day with my mother and sister, listening to all kinds of stories and learning more about K'Vella. She's still skittish around certain topics like her family, but no one asked about them after she evaded questions the first time we asked about them.

Instead, it's been mostly about how different our cultures are. I already knew this, so instead of listening, I've made myself content at staring at my beautiful mate and cataloging each of her features.

"There's one thing I'm curious about," K'Vella says, her expression curious enough to make me want to pull her into my lap and tell her anything she wants to hear.

Helna's in her room getting ready for tonight. She'll party again until the wee hours of the morning. I'm hoping K'Vella willwant to as well, but she's looking exhausted already, so I'd settle for taking her back to the nest and cuddling tonight.

"What do you want to know?" I ask, grabbing our dinner plates and taking them to the kitchen to clean. My mother beams at me as I do my chores, as though she's not the one who would throw a shoe at me if I didn't offer.

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