Enthralled (The Spider's Mate, #2)

by Tiffany Roberts

“He will not have you,” Ketahn said. “She will not have me.”

Catching a fistful of her hair, he tugged back on it, angling her chin up as he strengthened his embrace. “And she will never have you,” he rasped against her throat. “No one is taking me away.” Ivy closed her eyes. “I’m yours, Ketahn. No one has me but you.”

Ivy won out. He’d known it even before he’d thought about any of it, had known she would always be his first choice. He cared immensely for his sister and friends, but Ivy—sweet, fragile, compassionate Ivy—was his mate. She was his everything. She came before all else.

“Ketahn,” she breathed. “Don’t stop. Oh please, don’t stop.” “Never,” he rasped.

He purred gently and dropped a hand to cover hers. “That does not trouble me, my nyleea. I have you, and you will always be enough.” You will always be enough.

“You mean working with those spider things. Are we all going to have to bend over and get fucked in exchange for their help?” Ivy glared at him. “I’m all for it if it’ll calm you the fuck down, man,” Diego said, shooting a glare of his own at Cole. “I don’t even know why it needs to be said, but what she does with her body”—he nodded toward Ivy—“isn’t any of your business. It’s not anyone’s business but hers.”

He touched his forehead to the back of her head and inhaled deeply. When he exhaled, she felt his warm breath on her neck through her hair. He growled, “Kir telenas kess, kir’ani nyleea.” I need you, my mate.

Despite the humidity, the rainy air was chill against her bared pussy. Being tied like this, trapped and vulnerable, aroused her more than she ever could have imagined.

“That you are small, soft, and human does not matter. That I am big, hard, and vrix does not matter.” Ketahn brushed his rough knuckles across her cheek. “Our heartsthreads, our spirits, are all that matter, and they are bound. Fate brought me to you, my heartsthread, and even if it tried to turn me away, I would defy it. Nothing will come between us. So long as the sun, moons, and stars make their treks across the sky, you will be mine, Ivy.”

Ivy tipped her forehead against Ahnset’s headcrest. “Thank you, sister.” Ahnset’s mandibles twitched as though with uncertainty, and then fell. A soft trill sounded in her chest. She closed her eyes and released a long, shallow breath. “It…has been too long since I have had a sister. I am glad to call you one now, Ay-vee.”

He could not wait to have her alone so he could rain upon her all the tenderness and affection she deserved—and more.

“So long as I am with you, my heartsthread, I can never be lost.”

Our souls see what our eyes can’t, and they connect no matter what’s on the outside. Our bodies…they’re just shells.” Our souls see what our eyes can’t.

“Touch again, and it is done. You are done.”

“You are mine,” he rasped in her ear. “Yes,” she moaned. He growled and pressed his headcrest to her forehead. Their eyes met again, narrowing the world down to just the two of them. “My nyleea. My heartsthread.” “Yours, my luveen. I want no other.”

“I will take all I require”—his tongue slipped out to dance along her neck, tickling her skin but leaving delightful fire in its wake—“as I give everything to you.”

And yet... In her concern, she was as beautiful as ever. That compassion and caring made her spirit so radiant that it shone brighter than any star, than either of the moons, than the sun itself.

He took in another lungful of her scent and rasped, “I will return to you, my nyleea. I promise.” She closed her eyes, digging her nails a little deeper into his flesh. “You had better weave those words into the strongest bond in the universe, my luveen.”

“My hearts beat for you, Ivy.” “And my heart beats for you. I love you, Ketahn.”