Page 18 of Bound By the Vori

Leiora lifted her eyes to the ornate ceiling with maternal exasperation. “She has a hard head, that one. I told her that Rykaal would not be suitable because, as her guard, he took part in rearing her, even if it was a small part, but she would not listen. I am not at all surprised that she is biting back about it, but I had hoped for better from her.”

Kim regarded her curiously. “Did you intentionally put Rykaal in the first group then?”

The Matriarch snorted. “Of course.” She waved a hand and sighed when her mate made a soft sound of reprisal in the back of his throat. “He would have made the first run anyway considering his rank, but I will admit that he was my first thought. Even if he had not earned it, it would have needed to be done before Zana got wind of exactly what was happening and tried to interfere. I did not wish for either of them to suffer any pain from her youthful infatuation that he did not return.”

Nodding, Kim sighed. “I get it. It’s just going to take some time to work through all that resentment. Right now, I’m public enemy number one as far as she is concerned.”

A frowned pulled at the queen’s face. “She has not disrespected you, has she?”

Kim winced. As much as she wanted to inform the Matriarch of exactly what was going on with her own daughter, she also didn’t want to make the situation worse by some kind of perceived betrayal.

“It’s a process,” she settled on instead as she took another sip and offered her cup back to Sijhord once more.

That would have to be enough.

Fifteen

Sijhord growled contently as he curled over his mate’s lush body, enjoying the way his tail pressed into the ample flesh of her hip. Kim murmured and leaned into his touch. His scales shivered in delight at the contact and the way she pressed her lips against the part of his tail she could reach. He had taken to sleeping in an odd position because she liked his tail looped around her enough that she could pillow her head on it and wrap her arms around the end of it if she wanted to. And she did seem to enjoy hugging their tails to her and snuggling against them. Even having them somewhere within touching distance seemed to be a mode of soothing her that she did not yet realize she had.

For that reason alone, he often had the end of his tail curled around her waist, the tip coiled against her chest when they were at rest. There were times where he now felt compelled to do so when there was any length of time where they were in one place at all, regardless of what they were doing. She took comfort in it, and he soon began to discover that he did as well. It was so natural that they were all entwined with each other in some form while they were within their nest. At first he believed that they would grow tired of it quickly and it would lose its appeal. Instead, they each seemed to savor the contact whenever they could get it. Especially when they spent days where contact was far more limited—Rykaal because of his guard duties, and Kim with her responsibilities to Zana and the Matriarch.

At least the latter often indulged his need to touch her unless it was an occasion where they were involved in something that kept them too busy to recline with males.

The breaks always seemed to go far too fast for his liking. One lunar cycle passed, and then another, and through each cycle of days he was becoming more captivated with his female. Part of him was anxious that she had not yet spoken her human love words to them, but he knew that it would come. He was bonding more deeply with her and could taste the new complexity in her pheromones that suggested she was experiencing something similar. He was certain that he was not among those few males carried away in an illusion. It had to be that. Human emotions just seemed a little clumsier than Vori instinct when it came to being aware of such things.

They had time.

He hummed softly to himself, his tongue flicking as he tasted the air over her skin before trailing a path along that silken surface. His fangs ached with desire as venom filled them. He flicked his tongue again and inhaled deeper, enjoying the undertone of feminine fertility. No wonder he was reacting the way that he was. Their first breeding cycle didn’t catch. Nor did their second. Although he could bite at any time to start a new ovulation, it was rare for a male to do so after their initial mating. Instead, his need to bite was regulated more by her natural hormones as her body prepared for potential fertilization, their bites preparing and releasing the eggs for their insemination. Now that it appeared that a third cycle was suddenly upon them, he was starving for her, his cocks pressing eagerly against his salet.

Guilt pricked at him since Rykaal was not there, but it did not last for long. They had quickly worked out the fact humans had approximately six days of fertility in every cycle. Six days where, following their bite, they ravenously covered her, entwining as they bred her over and over. Excitement prickled through him, and the sharp taste of his venom hit his tongue.

As if somehow aware of his excitement, Kim rolled toward him, her plush breasts swinging with the motion. His tail curled in around her possessively, the mating pouch with his hidden mating barb already attempting to wiggle into place as he gripped her hip with one hand for but a moment before dragging it lightly up her side to caress her breast. A throaty sigh escaped her, and her eyelids dropped with pleasure as he gently squeezed and teased. Groaning, he slid his barb’s pouch a bit higher so that her feminine heat and dew slicked over it, making him shiver from the sudden dose of pheromones sliding against the sensitive membranes there.

Hissing softly, Sijhord buried his face into his mate’s neck as his pouch worked back and forth against his mate’s soft cunt. She wiggled against it, a needy moan rising in complaint at his teasing. Slanting his mouth over hers, he indulged her, pressing the bulge in his tail against her sheath and surging forward, allowing the barb to slide into her.

A soft squeal left Kim, her hips shooting up as his barb struck a sensitive spot within her, rubbing as he twined against her. She shook, gasping against his mouth.

“Sijhord. Fuck!” she whimpered, wrapping her arms around him, clinging to him as his crown coils tangled around them.

They were caught together, rocking and swaying with every grunt and gasp that passed between them. His mouth moved from her lips, tasting, savoring. Licking her jaw, he sucked lightly at a sensitive spot before dragging his mouth lower along her neck.

He rumbled with pleasure, his cocks sliding out as they extruded fully against her belly as his tail wrapped more firmly around her. His sex slid across her belly, jumping with every velvety stroke of her lush flesh against him as pleasure vibrated through his barb at the sensation of her cunt squeezing against it. Kim’s hands closed over his cocks, pressing them against her belly, drawing his lust up to a fever pitch as he thoroughly wetted his barb within her.

His fangs burned with a need that he was more cognizant of without the dizzying elation that came with the first mating. He scraped his fangs against her throat, and Kim arched in his grasp, her leg sliding against his tail so that he was forced to loop it higher to hold her against him while he rocked into her with lusty growls.

“Yes. Just like that.” Her voice teased his ears, sending a surprising shockwave through him in his heightened desire as it danced along their bond, her breathing panting from her.

She was as entwined within his being as their bodies were now. A knotted tangle, twisting in a sacred dance. He thrust into her hands, his body arching against her, his barb throbbing in a pulsing rhythm in her, tapping against her most sensitive, inner part of her channel.

When her sex rippled around him with a strangled cry, he pulled his barb from her clutch with a sharp gasp of his own. His hips quivering, Sijhord grabbed her ass and pulled her firmly against him so that the tips of his cocks grazed the puffy, slick folds. His tail rapidly unwound from around her and rewound so that his firm grasp did not yield for more than a moment. She pressed her hips against him in demand, and he obliged, sinking deep into her with one quick thrust.

Her human claws biting into his back. She tugged on his crown coils, pulling his head back so that he was forced to look into her eyes.

“On your back,” she rasped, nipping his bottom lip.

The gleam of desire in her eyes shot straight through him, dragging like the invisible pleasure of claws over his heart with the sweetest of ecstasy. Hissing softly between his teeth, he rolled them within the pillows, dispersing several so that they thumped lightly as they scattered.

With the weight of Kim covering him, he gasped and thrust up against her, shocked with the way he sank deeper than ever within her. His tail an emerald banner curled around his mate, she was glorious as she rose above him, her lips parted and bruised with their passion. Her tongue stroked over her bottom lip as she rolled her hips, her heavy breasts swaying erotically over him. The end of his tail curled around them in an infinite loop and then around her arm to hold her steady. He squeezed and manipulated her breasts as the length of his lower tail undulated back and forth around them, the large dual rattles of his tail brushing over her nipples with their unified rhythm.