Chapter 82

Rikash watched his second rut. Nadyr had given up even attempting to croon, his focus totally on the sensation of thrusting his engorged flesh into his mate, his eyes had lost focus and his mouth hung slack, reminding Rikash of Verika s rutting male. "Let up, second," he decided, laughing. "Before you do yourself an injury." The woman under his second sobbed out a whimper as he withdrew, and Rikash laughed harder as, releasing the constricting band, Nadyr groaned and came, his seed exploding from him in a heavy stream that had him clawing the carpet and arching under the release before slipping to the side, leaning heavily against the couch, his forehead against his arm. "F-k, Rikash, I am uncertain if you intend to kill me or just torment me into wishing you would," Nadyr sighed heavily. It was interesting, Rikash observed, that Nadyr had spent none of his time rutting whispering reassurance into his mate s ear, offering her advice on how to