Page 47 of The Naga

I'd let the cat in as soon as I was ready to move, but until then, Dustin was all mine.

Twenty

Dustin

So, I basically justtold my boyfriend of less than a few months that I wanted him to breed me.

Well, that wasn't quite right.

I wanted to build a family with Khush, who wasn't just my boyfriend anymore. He was my mate, and the man I was very much in love with.

Khush sighed, then retracted his tail from around me. I gasped as he slowly slid out of me, feeling his warm cum gushing out of my hole.

"Give me a moment," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead before leaving the room. I heard him talking to Scrappy as he made his way downstairs, and my hand trailed down my chest to rest on my belly. I wondered how I'd feel if it turned out we couldn't have kids after all. I'd probably be heartbroken. I'd given up on my dream once, and I didn't think I had the strength to do it again.

The door opened, and Khush came back inside, closing it before Scrappy could sneak in. He had a wet cloth in his hand, and I smiled as he started wiping me down with it. The cloth was warm, and felt great against my oversensitive skin.

Once Khush was satisfied, he threw the cloth into a corner, then turned his eyes on me. "Do you want me to let Scrappy in?"

"Sure," I murmured, and he smiled before opening the door. The cat made a beeline for the bed, leaping onto it and walking across it until she was between the two pillows.

Leaning over me, she licked my nose just once before curling up in the space between the pillows, hiding her face beneath her palm as she went to sleep, satisfied now that there wasn't anything between us.

"She's such a cat," Khush said with a laugh as he slid under the covers, turning on his side so he was facing me. He wrapped his tail around me once more, though his hold was lighter this time, and his tail only circled me once at the calf.

We simply gazed into each other's eyes for a few moments, letting things settle, before I finally broke the silence.

"I didn't think three little words would evoke that intense of a reaction. Not that I'm complaining, of course." I waggled my brows to keep the atmosphere light, and watched as the tips of his ears turned pink.

His eyes slid off mine, latching onto Scrappy as he reached up and started petting her softly. The cat instantly started purring,of course, and I'd never in my life felt as jealous of her as I did right then.

"Khush?" I prompted when he didn't speak for a few minutes, and he gave a tired-sounding sigh. I'd heard sighs like that before, when I started being 'too much,' and whoever I was with would sigh and ask if I could just please shut up. I didn't think I'd ever hear that sound from Khush, but I supposed everyone had a limit to their patience. "Sorry. I'll keep quiet."

He jerked his head up, his eyes meeting mine, and his hand moved from the cat to rest on my cheek, the tips of his fingers sliding into my hair. "No, it's not that. I love hearing your voice. It's one of my favorite sounds in the world, right up there with your laugh."

I blinked, wondering when he learned to be so damned smooth. I pressed into his palm, sighing happily when he started rubbing his thumb back and forth over my chin. Who'd have thought I'd actually enjoy being petted like a cat?

"It's just..." Khush started, then squeezed his eyes shut, and I realized his struggle had nothing to do with me. He was just having a hard time speaking whatever was on his mind.

"You can talk to me, sweetheart," I murmured, reaching up to press my palm over his and hold his hand to my face.

"It's pathetic."

I blinked, surprised by the venom in his voice. If he wasn't hurting right now, I'd have made a snake joke to lighten the mood, but I wasn't going to treat his pain lightly.

Removing my hand from over his, I instead cupped his face, mirroring him. I pushed his hair off his forehead, then trailed my fingers down his cheek before cupping his jaw in a light grip. I ran my thumb over his lips, before tightening my grip on his jaw just a little. Just enough so he wouldn't forget I was here. He wasn't alone.

Khush was silent for a long moment, and I didn't push him. I simply held on to him and waited him out, giving him all the time he needed.

After a few minutes, Khush cleared his throat, sliding his eyes to Scrappy as if he couldn't quite meet my eyes as he admitted whatever was causing him so much pain. "I...it was the first time someone said that to me."

The admission was softly spoken, and if I wasn't lying right in front of him, I'd have missed it. He kept his eyes firmly latched onto Scrappy, as if afraid of seeing my reaction.

How did he think I would respond? He'd said it was pathetic. Was that how he felt? That it was somehow his fault?

My parents might have disowned me when I came out, but I'd grown up knowing I was loved. Even now, I still thought there was a chance they might come around. But clearly, Khush's parents were different. How could they have never told him they loved him? What kind of parents did that?

Silently, I leaned up on my elbow and moved closer to Khush, still holding on to his chin with my other hand. Slowly, I turned his head so he was forced to meet my eyes.

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