Enthralled (The Spider's Mate, #2)

by Tiffany Roberts

“Yeah, well, I haven’t had a chance to tell them much about you, and you just kind of barged in here all scary-like.” His mandibles drooped, and he hooked his thumb under her chin, grazing her skin with a claw. “You say I am not scary. I am sexy.”

Swinging a leg over Ketahn, Ivy slid off his hindquarters, landing lightly on the branch. She cringed when she felt Ketahn’s warm seed trickle down her inner thigh. Perfect. Meeting my sister-in-law with cum running down my leg.

All three humans made uncertain faces as they slipped wriggling grubs into their mouths—lips downturned, brows creased, and noses scrunched. Ketahn didn’t miss the oddly prideful gleam in Telok’s eyes, which were again fixed upon Lacey.

I cannot wait for Telok’s & Lacey’s book!

“Fuck,” Cole spat. Despite everything, Ketahn couldn’t help but admire the versatility of that word.

“Ha! Take that!” She jumped to her feet and danced with her arms in the air, declaring in a singsong voice, “I’m a winner! I’m a winner!” Rekosh leaned toward Ketahn. “Is that some kind of mating dance?” Ketahn could only look to Ivy for an answer, who burst out laughing. “Does that mean…no?” Rekosh tilted his head. Still snickering, Ivy brushed the moisture from her eyes and shook her head. She replied in vrix. “It is called a vik toree dance.”

Cole put his hands up. “Look, Ketahn, this was just—” Faster than Ivy’s eyes could register, Ketahn’s arm darted out. The cabinet behind Cole buckled with the force of the blow. The man started, his wide eyes shifting from Ketahn’s huge fist, which had landed barely an inch to the side of Cole’s head, to Ketahn’s face. Ketahn leaned down slowly, placing his head just above Cole’s, with his mandible fangs almost close enough to touch the man’s cheeks. “Ivy is mine,” he said in English, his accent thicker than normal. “Do not touch. Do not look with want. Do not even think. Understand?”

Ivy lifted her chin. “Those don’t seem like qualities you would like in a mate. Don’t the vrix prefer their females big and strong?” Ketahn trilled. “I like my female clever, kind, and determined. Small and soft of skin but with a heart that is as tender as it is strong. I like my female to laugh and smile.” And smile she did as warmth spread through her. “And I like her kisses and her soft, fleshy chest mounds. Her hips, her legs. Her ass. Her delicious slit, and the songs she makes while mating.” Ivy laughed, that warmth turning into a different kind of heat as it burned her cheeks. She pressed a hand to her face and shook her head. “I can’t believe how much that sounded like something a human man would say.”