Page 117 of Right Next Door
“It certainly will be,” he growled in agreement, putting one hand on her hip, pulling her close. Grinding his erection gently into her belly.
She giggled, petting his braids again. She really loved them. He rather liked them himself. They were a mark she had left on him. The fact that they were temporary only made it better, because this was a mark she had to willingly and repeatedly refresh. Proof of her devotion. He knew that it was her job to braid others, but she didn't enjoy touching and stroking their braids like she did his.
“So, how should we do this?” She asked, tilting her head curiously.
“Your filter first,” he responded without hesitation. “The females don’t lose their minds to the rut. And we already know you can scent me without issue. So, regardless, the female would remove her filter first.”
Misty nodded and lifted her hands, but she stopped at the last moment and let them drop again. She gave him a smile.
“Do it for me.”
A pleased growl built in his chest. That seemed exactly right. Though he knew it wouldn’t affect her the way it would him, he was still eager to remove the filter himself.
It was so small, designed for her face, not his. He grasped it in a single hand, flipping the lock at the bottom, then lifting it up and away from her face. The loop inside that went around her septum, locking it in place, smoothly retracted even before he moved it away.
And her adorable little nose flared as she sniffed, getting her first breath of unfiltered air since, at least, this morning, since he didn't imagine she’d slept in it.
Tsok dropped the filter to the floor, letting it bounce away as she smiled at him.
There were no more words as she reached for his filter. He kept still, every cell in his body humming with anticipation as her deft little fingers easily flipped the same latch, unhooking it from around his septum, and doing the same thing, pulling it up and off.
Tsok’s breath was caught in his lungs. He hesitated to breathe in again. Misty took away the filter, letting it drop as he had hers, while she took a step back. Looking at him expectantly. Curiously. The air strained with anticipation.
Tsok inhaled.
Misty’s scent was all over the manor. It was all over him. Just waiting for the moment he took that final breath of sterile air...
It was like being struck by lightning.
His heart plummeted, then rose, racing like he was facing the end of his life and it was determined to get in every beat possible. But he couldn’t think to be worried about that. He couldn’t thinkat all. All the neurons in his brain were completely fried and overloaded.
Because this was his mate.
He knew that before. Of course, he did.
But he didn'tknow.
He didn't feel it deep in his chest, squeezing his lungs and choking him with the absolute certainty of that knowledge. He knew her now. He would have known if he’d never seen her, never knew her name, never spoken to her. This scent, bright and spicy, was all he needed. It was filling up his lungs, replacing his need for air, rewriting everything he thought he knew in his mind.
Because this was hismate.
The center of his universe.
His very reason for being.
She said something. Her head cocked to the side. It might have been his name. It turned into a rushing sound in his ears, and he really didn't care what she said.
She was so pretty. So lovely. And herscent…
He took in another deep breath. Filling his lungs to the point his ribs ached. Needing her to fill him; needing to consume her.
With a painful throb, his cock fully extruded. So sensitive, the silk of his pants was painful against the heated, slick flesh.
It wasn’t just his cock. His entire body was heated. Something was burning deep in his gut. Every muscle suddenly on fire. He was acutely aware of each breath he took, laced with her scent, making it worse. Like fuel to the blaze roaring through him.
She repeated his name again. More cautiously this time.
Her voice was so pretty. He needed to hear it moaning in pleasure. Screaming in ecstasy. He needed her under him so he could claim and fill her. Breed her.
