Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

It would be a surprise. He always completed his jobs, but this time it wasn’t something he had any power over.

Plus phek him if he wasn’t an idiot.

His ears perked as he felt Nee-ya’s body rise and fall with the rhythm of sleep.

He bit down hard on his bottom lip, his fangs sinking into his skin and he tasted blood.

She’d almost realized his situation and he didn’t know how he would have survived the embarrassment.

His cock was so hard now, it was painful.

When she’d found out he was unclothed and she’d touched him, ran her fingers up along his leg, his tail had gone bone straight and his cock too.

It pulsed between his legs now, so hot it could melt the cold around them.

Heck, it was probably the major source of warmth in the room, and for that reason alone, maybe it was useful.

If he’d known he’d be able to feel her soft body through the cloak that she wore, though, he might have considered finding another way to keep her warm.

His cock twitched and strained upward again, demanding that he take something that wasn’t his. Something that could never be his in the damaged state that he was.

This wasn’t the sort of torture he would willingly put himself in.

This was the sort of torture that was going to leave him aching for days.

As he listened to her sleep, felt her body rise and fall in his arms, he knew he was taking liberties here that he shouldn’t.

These were things a mate did and a life of love and family…a gnora…had never been in the books for him from the moment he was born.

Raising his hand, he brushed his palm over his face just to remind himself of how broken, how unsuitable he was, and it dulled the ache in his groin just a little.

With a sigh, his head fell and his nose brushed against Nee-ya’s hair.

He couldn’t resist, he leaned in a little closer.

It was soft against his skin and tickled a little.

She felt so good against him…so perfect, like she was made to fit in his arms.

What the hell had he gotten himself into?

A few hours ago, he’d been living his usual life, tracking a Niftrill for a job.

Now he was in the underbelly of a ship, naked, a human in his arms, and he was questioning his purpose in life.

Being around her in such close confinement was only highlighting one thing.

They could hardly communicate, but the few bits of understanding that passed between them made him feel…happy. It was the sort of feeling that told him that if he allowed it, they could become friends…maybe even more than friends.

Phek.

As he buried his nose a little farther into her hair, Nee-ya moaned a little and adjusted herself on him.

Ka’Cit squeezed his eyes shut, the throbbing in his cock becoming almost unbearable.

He couldn’t lie to himself.

He wasn’t doing this because he was being charitable.