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and I felt his vines writhing against my folds. They traced my clit and pressed against my opening in a frenzied rhythm. I felt the petal tips suctioning my flesh, each caress a tiny kiss.

The effects of his moss clouding my brain, I pressed harder against his chest.

I needed. I needed to be filled. To climax.

Something prodded my center and I ground my hips against it.

Sliding a hand down his torso, I explored his firm appendage. It had a large head—two oval knobs, side by side—covered with the same downy fuzz on his lips that tickled everything it touched. A deep cleft split the head into halves and the shaft felt like velvet over steel. I stroked him and Usthu groaned in response, his hand flying down to grip my hip once more, pulling me harder against him.

He was driving me crazy. I needed him inside me.

As if he heard my needs, he instantly started rubbing the knobs of his appendage back and forth across my soaked slit. I moaned at the tingle the motion elicited.

Gasping and clinging to his hip and shoulder for balance, I rocked my hips, trying to lower myself onto him. His hands and vines prevented me.

I growled, biting his shoulder in frustration. The erotic taste of the moss and the fluid that filled my mouth drove me crazy with lust. I moaned again, writhing against Usthu in a frenzy.

“Can you feel that? That is only going to get stronger during your cycle,” he growled in my ear. “I can’t wait to feel you sink your teeth in my neck, marking me for all to see.”

His strange dirty talk was working on me.

As odd as it might sound, it suited him, and the thought of his effect growing stronger than what I was already experiencing was a turn-on.

My body was burning up. I hovered at the edge of my climax, and he hadn’t even entered me yet. I clawed at his back, trying to push him inside.

“Usthu! Please!”

He pulled his face away from my ear and grinned wildly. His hands and vines lifted me, angling me toward his knees. I could feel what he called his anther trapped between us.

I met his burning sapphire gaze. His hands tightened on my hips as his vines slid my thighs farther apart. He lifted me, dragging his anther along my folds, the tingle of his aphrodisiac liquid soaking into my folds and driving me mad with desire. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I felt him lower me onto his anther, the bristles rubbing along my clit when he pushed inside.

I gasped at the nearly overwhelming sensation. The second head dragged along my walls as he pressed inside and I moaned in delight.

I rocked against Usthu, driving him deeper. Our hips met when he was fully seated within me, and I ground against him.

He groaned.

I felt his anther expand within me, sealing my entrance, and my arousal spiraled. I clawed at his back, rocking my pelvis against his and feeling him deep inside me but trying to force him deeper still.

Something expanded from within and attached to my cervix. The vines encircling my thighs fluttered along my folds as my insides flooded with a prickling sensation enhanced by the suction of the petals.

One latched onto my clit and I shattered, lunging forward. My sensitive nipples dragged across his felt chest and my eyes rolled back, sensations assaulting me from every direction.

He hissed loudly and I felt his hot, burning seed fill me. A tingle spread through my lower body, traveling along my spine to my brain.

I heard Usthu’s sharp intake of breath as a pop sounded in my mind. My senses expanded, my pleasure multiplied, and I felt his presence from within.

Drowsily, I laid my head on his shoulder and smoothed my hands up his back to cup his shoulders from behind, my chest pressed against his. With my eyes still closed, I focused on sifting through all the sensations, wading through the flood of emotions and thoughts that filled me.

The pressure at my entrance decreased as I felt his appendage slide free. His vines untangled from around my thighs until only the weight of his hands remained on my hips. He slid lower in the bed, reclining with my body still sprawled across his torso.

A blanket covered my back and I opened my eyes to see Chyox tucking us in.

“Our nestqueen,” he breathed. “You honor us.”

Fifteen

CHYOX

We were one.

Finally, after all these years, I had a clan, a nestqueen, and a nestbrother to call mine.

I had almost given up hope that I would ever experience this before I died.

Who wanted an old Ulax, when there were much younger males available, fresh out of the academy and desperate enough to do anything to attract a nestqueen before they aged to adulthood. A male as old as I was considered unfit to mate.

If not for the fact that Kaica was currently using my chest as a pillow while Usthu held her from behind, I would’ve laughed at the odds.

Petting my nestqueen’s head and gently combing through her hair, I wondered how in the Stars I had ended up calling her my own.

Her mere presence triggered my need to protect her, even from her own destructive habits.

My mating spores couldn’t be affecting my instincts because they needed a few hours to take root completely. My studies had never prepared me for this unidentifiable feeling.

The only males willing to openly discuss their courting and permanent bonds lay unconscious in the infirmary. I didn’t want to ask the princes because their nestbrother-mate bond may have altered how they felt through the bonding process.

Was this the beginning of what Kaica called love?

Before I had observed Selena and her clan, I had thought love was a fable, something nestqueens told their clans to make them work harder to please her or a hopeless dream passed between Circuli males.

To be claimed by a nestqueen.

To be declared a Favored and showered