Page 9 of Right Next Door
Crap, maybe shewasbeing unintentionally speciesist. This first meeting was certainly off to a super great start.
“Sorry,” she mumbled again before clearing her throat and gesturing with her cat carrier. “Er, this is my cat. The General.”
That certainly did the job of catching their attention. She had purposefully translated the name. Her cat’s full name was General Newton Von Fuckface – but she had never felt comfortable putting that on the line at the vet. Even if it was extremely accurate. He was clearly the reincarnation of Newton with his love of testing gravity by knocking everything off every available surface, and he was also an absolute asshole sometimes, to a degree that was definitely planned and intentional, practically militant in its complexity and malice. However, the full name was a bit of a mouthful, and not really suitable for company. So, she just called him The General.
Which had the added bonus of being a name that she could translate into her new alien tongue! She had been implanted with the language as part of her immigration process. She might get a second one later, the more widely used Standard that was, as the name implied, the standard language for all the Coalition. For now, however, she’d been given the native tongue used most here on Kree. And The General’s name translated just fine, and was apparently just as funny as it was in English.
“Here. See.” She smiled, holding up the carrier so that Tsok, her mate, and The General, her beloved, could meet each other for the first time.
Tsok drew back, the fluffy ears on his head going back in surprise as, from within, The General let out a loud hiss followed by a demonic growl.
“Aw, he likes you,” she smiled as the crate shook when The General smacked the front.
Tsok gave her a look like she was mental as she lowered her cat back down. He didn’t attack again, but the low level growling continued.
“He’s just nervous,” she explained. “It’s a lot of changes. Cats are creatures of habit, you know. He’ll calm down once he realizes you’re not a threat.”
Davard didn’t appear comforted by her words. He was giving the crate a look like he fully expected it to pop open and a vicious monster to come rushing out to devour them all. Which might happen. The General was a muscular cat. Not fat, not chunky. He was beefy. Always ready to throw paws. She wasn’t sure if he did like kitty kung fu while she was gone or something, but her cat was a beast.
“He will not harm you?” Tsok asked. The pleasant rumbling of his voice made her shiver. He wasn’t unattractive to look at, but that voice was awesome. She wanted to listen to him talk. She didn’t really care what he said.
But the fact that the first thing he did was be concerned for her made her smile.
“The General loves me. He’s never scratched me on purpose.”
“Onpurpose?” He repeated, not missing that particular nuance.
“I mean, cats have claws. They scratch.” She shrugged. “Kind of their thing. But he’s harmless. Mostly. If he doesn’t think you’re a threat. He’s not that big. You’ll be fine.”
Davard was still not convinced. Tsok however, gave a thoughtful hum of understanding.
“I see,” he said. “Very well. It is a pleasure to meet you, Misty Miles. And your cat, of course. I am your mate, Tsok.”
“Nice to meet you too,” she smiled, nearly bouncing on her heels. Excited. This was the moment she met her soulmate! And sure, it was a bit of a rocky start. But The General was doing a greatjob of distracting them from her faux pas. And she really wasn’t disappointed in the male looking down at her now. If she had to pick between him and Davard, she definitely would have chosen him.
So, what was going to happen first? Hugs? Maybe he’d ravish her! She was okay with that. It had been a long time since she had a good ravishing. That seemed like just what the doctor ordered to deal with the stress of her life from the last few days.
Part of the process to get her here had involved a birth control method wherein they just stopped her ovaries from popping out eggs. She was so down with that because it also stopped her period, and she had always hated dealing with that bloody time of month. She could easily turn the egg factory back on again when she was ready for kids. Which, according to the lecture she’d received on mating before coming here, was likely to be right after the mating bond snapped in place. It was part and parcel of the whole mating gig – a breeding urge.
Which she naturally had anyway. She loved a good, deep, hot creampie. Holding a guy close. Feeling him filling her in and out. After the ravishment, of course. Hot and sweaty sex led into the best sweet, soothing cuddles.
And while she didn’t have any kids, and only one late period scare, she was pretty turned on by the idea of some guy wanting her so badly that he just had to pump his baby into her. Added into it the monstery edge of it being an alien doing it? Oh, hell yeah. She was down bad, ready right now. Let’s make dirty, nasty love, Mr. Saberteeth. She bet those big, long fangs would feel great against her inner thighs.
“Well, I shall leave you to get comfortable.”
“Huh?”
Wait. What?
Tsok inclined his head to her. “It is nice to have met you. Please let Davard know if you need anything. He’s been given orders to accommodate whatever you need. Within reason, of course. Though, I trust you can take care and regulate yourself. I’ll let you know when I need you for any official functions no less than three days in advance so you can schedule the rest of your activities around them.”
Misty blinked, not sure what was happening.
“Davard, take care of my mate,” he declared to the other male.
“Yes, honored char,” the slightly shorter one responded formally.
And Tsok walked off.
