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by
Ruby Dixon
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October 10 - October 10, 2021
His back is ramrod straight and his shoulders tight and set like he wants to fight anyone and everyone. It’s so fucking hot. I love that irritated little swish of his tail, the stiff way he holds himself, all of it.
He turns as we approach and his gaze locks onto me with that possessive, overbearing way he has. Like he wants to snatch me up and shield me from anyone who dares look in my direction. Like he wants to devour me whole just so no one else can have me. Like he wants to throw me down on the cave floor and nut all over me just so everyone knows I’m claimed. Maybe it shouldn’t be so thrilling, but I fucking love that look in his eyes. Like I’m his everything. Like he’d become unhinged if anyone tried to separate us ever again.
Liz is loud, yes. And pale. And skinny. But she is strong, and graceful, and lovely. She is free with her kisses, looks at me with lust in her gaze, and is utterly loyal to me and me alone.
“I do.” I take a calmer stitch. “I had no mate before Liz. I…want her to be happy.” And I am ugly and an outcast and I do not know if I can keep her satisfied. I keep those terrible thoughts to myself.
I want to give him a hug
“I…wanted to pleasure you.” His voice is gruff, tight. That makes my heart squeeze, and I put a hand on his shoulder. “You do pleasure me. Every time we’re in bed together.” Raahosh shakes his head, dismissing my words. “It has to be more. I must be more. You need a good mate, a worthy one. I know I am not kind, or easy to live with. I know I am not attractive. And now I am in exile. I do not want you to feel as if your khui has chosen poorly. I must do more to please you and keep you satisfied.”
“I love you,” I whisper to him. “I love all of you. I love looking at you. I love your scars and your unique horns. I love your scowl. I love that stiff way you hold yourself. I even love when you thump your tail all angry and pissy.”
She can be the bold one. I will be the rock, the protector, the shield. She can be the arrow, launching itself forward. I will be the bow—the brace, the stability that the arrow needs to speed ahead.
