Page 66 of K'Vella

"You know I don't like anyone hurting you," Holoth says, his heart beating a little faster, his pupils dilating as he inhales hard through his nose. I'm sure my arousal is potent in the air, and he loves it. "I want to make sure you're never hurt."

"Such a wonderful male." I move closer to him, rolling my body into his, making sure he's aware of what I want.

His nostrils flare, and then he's flipping me onto my back. I let out a soft giggle as he paws at my breasts and runs his tongue up the length of my neck. He nips at my chin before he pushes away from me. His eyes turn hard for a moment as he looks around the nest.

"What are you looking for?" I ask when he leans over the edge of the nest, giving me a great view of the healed scars from when I bit his right cheek.

"I need something to keep you quiet," he says, crawling back to me.

He has a scrap of one of the thinnest blankets we have in his hand that makes my eyes go wide when he crawls back between my legs and pins me to the nest with a forearm across my upper chest.

"You want to be good for me, K'Vella?" Holoth asks, his face taking on a charming quality as he presses his thumb against my mouth until I open. He pushes the fabric between my lips until it fills my mouth, muffling the whimper that comes out.

"Good girl," Holoth purrs, nudging my mouth as closed as it can go with the gag. "Don't spit it out." He nudges my chin with his nose. "If you do, I'll have to tie more around your head."

I whimper again, the sounds muffled enough not to wake Athna. Holoth smiles against my neck and then leaves a trail of kisses down my body until he's back between my legs. He doesn't stop until I've forgotten all about my sister and replaced it with thoughts of how much I love my mate.

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