Page 59 of K'Vella

"Are you going to be, my good little Rytharian?" Holoth asks, his breath hot against my center as he speaks.

"Yes, please," I moan and buck my hips, trying to get closer to him.

"Be loud, little mate," Holoth growls, his tongue lapping up my slit, spreading me and warming me as my legs lock behind him.

I let my head fall back and open my mouth in a loud moan. It mixes with the other sounds in the great hall, making me unashamed of my reactions to my mate. His purr vibrates through him, relaxing me and adding to the sensations.

"Louder," he growls. The words have a bite of command in them. I don't have to follow it, but it feels so good to do what he wants. I moan out his name, loud and high-pitched, arching my back, begging for him to fill me with something, anything.

Holoth's tongue works over my sensitive entrance before he circles my core with a finger. I whine and jerk, wrapping my fingers tightly in his hair, begging him to fill me.

"More, Holoth."

A sigh of satisfaction escapes my lips as he sinks a long, thick finger inside me. He pumps it in and out, his tongue and lips working on my outside as he hooks his finger in a way that has me whimpering and shaking. He adds a second finger, keeping up a steady rhythm that has me tightening my hold on him with my legs, my fingers flexing in his hair.

He's not getting away from me, not until I've ridden his face hard. Holoth growls, his eyes flashing up at me, staring me down with a challenge. He wants me to fall apart as much as I want it.

When the third finger sinks into me, hooks into the soft flesh inside of me, I call out his name, back arching, brain short-circuiting as pleasure fills me and washes over me in waves.

Holoth speaks against me, but I'm keeping him too close to hear any of what he's saying. The words are muffled against my warmth. He doesn't seem to mind as I jerk my hips into him, milking every bit of pleasure I can.

It isn't until my legs go limp that he finally pries my fingers from his hair and places a soft kiss on my thigh.

"Are you ready to take my knot and bite me, mate?" he asks, the words heavy with his need.

The same need he's had since his blocker came out. I'm surprised he's being as patient as he is, considering the few males I've seen in here who scent matched were going feral with their need to rut and mark.

"Why aren't you more needy?" I ask, running my hands through his hair, not answering his question.

He's still kneeling in front of me, his mouth pressing sweet kisses to my inner thighs as he inhales deeply close to where I'm wet and aching for him. At my question, a look of surprise crosses his features.

"I'm the neediest male in here." He smiles up at me. "I plan on sinking into you many times. I doubt we'll sleep tonight. I won't rush you, though. You're carrying my young. The least I can do is be sweet to you while you work so hard."

His nose nudges at my entrance, inhaling deep as his tongue flattens against me to lap at me. I whine in the back of my throat, thrusting my hips up to his face. He chuckles before nuzzling closer, wetting his face with my juices and taking deep breaths like he can't get enough.

"I need to be inside you," he purrs, finally standing.

He presses my thighs back toward my chest, opening me up and putting me on display for him. I'm still propped up on my upper arms, my lower ones now moving to my abdomen to rub soft circles where our babe is growing. Holoth's eyes watch the movement for long minutes until he's snapping his teeth at me. His control finally slipping.

"Hold your legs open for me, present yourself for me, all for me." He purrs louder, and I move to do what he says. He works the strings of his pants, letting them fall down to his thighs as he fists his cock in his hand.

"How do you need me, K'Vella?" he asks, pressing himself against my entrance and leaning over me so he's slipping inside much too slowly. "Do you need a hard claiming? Need me to make you feel like you're back at home? I can get dead in the eyes, probably." He wiggles his brows at me, causing me to let my head fall back in a laugh that turns into a throaty moan as he slides deeper.

"You don't need me to be a Varon right now?" he asks, lowering his face to mine, taking my lips in his and nipping at the bottom one. "Mmm, maybe you need me nice and slow. Do you need me to take you like I love you, mate? Make sweet love to you, and thank you for being so good to me?"

I blink up at him slowly, shaking my head. He gives me a devilish grin, sinking the last few inches into me before pulling out and sinking in again faster this time.

"How do you need me, K'Vella?"

"I want to be a good Rytharian female," I moan, sucking my lower lip in and biting down on it. Holoth rewards me with a louder purr before slipping out of me.

"Good Rytharians do what their mate tells them," he growls into my ear, nipping at the tip before pulling me off the table and taking my place. "Ride me, bite me, and scream my name so loud everyone knows this beautiful female is mated. Let them know you're claiming me as yours, that you want me as much as I want you. That we are it for one another, K'Vella. No others. Just you and me from this moment on."

I glance around the great hall, suddenly nervous because I'm bare, and he wants me to be on top of him, riding him. As much as it warms me up inside, it's also embarrassing.

A few people look over, but they're most interested in the fact that Holoth and I are still together, even though his blocker is out. At least, I assume that's why. A few females and a couple of males smile before turning to speak to one another.

"Crawl up on this table, and slide that pussy all over my knot, K'Vella," Holoth growls, the command in his voice dripping with need and lust. I curl my toes, my core clenching. When I move to lift my knee onto the table, Holoth purrs his approval. "Good girl, climb up on your mate."

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