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“But she will never know of you. She must never know. I will keep you safe, my heartsthread, from the queen and everything else.”
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.
“I’m your mate,” Ivy said, calling his attention back to her face. Taking hold of his upper hands with both of hers, she removed them from her thighs and brought them to her breasts. “Take comfort in me, Ketahn. Use me. Let me be what you need.”
“Sorry. Humans don’t spit webs out of our butts.” “A flaw I will overlook considering how good a handhold your butt makes,”
do not want to scare,” he said with gentleness in his deep voice, “only to protect. Ivy is my mate. You are her kind. So you are my kind, too.” The woman nodded.
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.
known?” Urkot asked. “How would Rekosh survive without his sythikar?” “I suppose I would have to learn to speak with trees and rocks like the rest of you,”
“A…shit,” Ahnset said with equal care, unsurprisingly failing to pronounce the p sound. “A shit is a very different thing, broodsister,” Ketahn said with a chitter. Ivy elbowed him and said in English, “I can recall a certain spider man having a problem with p—in more ways than one.” “And one of those was made by a little human,” he replied in his heavily accented English with humor in his voice. Ivy rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t my fault.”
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.”
heartsthread. He bent down until his face was close to hers. “You did well, my Ivy. As always, you have made my chest swell.”
“You do realize I have no idea which way to go either, don’t you? I’d get us lost.” “How could that be?” He lifted a hand, brushing his knuckles gently down her cheek. “So long as I am with you, my heartsthread, I can never be lost.”
Our souls see what our eyes can’t.
“Do it,” Ivy breathed. “Fuck me. Claim me. Take my body.” Like you’ve taken my heart.
