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I looked at the bedroom and back at the door. I wasn’t sure what to do. She knew I was home, but I doubt she knew the Prince was here. Oh well, she’d find out soon enough, I guess. I opened the door and greeted her. I invited her into the receiving room for a cup of Oonog.
As I went to fetch it, Dakleth came out of the bedroom, naked as a jaybird, with his erect cock out of its sheath. “Skirt!” I squeaked at him.
Camavel made a show of eyeing him up and down, and he smugly withstood her inspection. I supposed when you had the body of an Adonis and a cock the size of an anaconda, you didn’t care if people saw you naked. He held his arms out, palms up, wings flexed, and turned slowly so she could get a view of his ass. I wanted to melt into the floor. “Go put some clothes on!” I hissed. He walked slowly over to me, bent to kiss my lips, and then sauntered back to the bedroom.
“I’m so sorry!” I apologized to Camavel as I brought her Oonag. “He’s an arrogant ass sometimes.”
“He has reason to be arrogant,” Camavel smirked. “He is a fine-looking male.”
I cleared my throat. “Um, yes, I suppose.” I blushed furiously.
“I will not ask what happened. I think I can guess,” she drawled, as she took a sip. Dramatically.
“Yes, well. Um. Yes,” I managed. Ugh, this was uncomfortable. It was like being caught making out behind the bushes by your grandmother.
Dakleth came back out wearing last night’s skirt. If he had any qualms about doing the walk of shame, he didn’t show it. “Good morning, mate,” he purred as he pulled me into his arms and gave me a resounding kiss. “I have to go, otherwise I would ask for another round.” I squeaked. Lord, the man had no shame. “I will be back this evening, love,” he said, voice pitched low in my ear. There was no question what he was suggesting.
He gave a respectful nod to Camavel, and she inclined hers in return. “Madam,” he said, and then sauntered out the door, not a care in the world. As soon as the door closed, Camavel erupted in peals of laughter.
“You should see your face!” she wheezed.
I closed my eyes as my face heated even more.
“There is no shame in good sex, Andie,” Camavel said. “I do not know why you seem upset by this. Was he not a good lover?”
“Um, no complaints,” was all I could manage.
“With a cock like that, I can imagine,” she said. I choked at that. If I had been drinking tea, I would have spit it out.
“I do have questions,” she said.
“I’m not sure if I’ll be comfortable answering them,” I muttered.
“Be that as it may. He touched you and embraced you. Why is that? And why did he press his lips to yours? He did that twice. Is that a human thing? It looked uncomfortable,” she peered at me earnestly.
Being the ambassador of all things human was sometimes really embarrassing.
CHAPTER 63
M’Pak
They were mating again. For weeks, the warrior had been visiting second-mother at her den, or she at his. The noises they made were beyond annoying. And the smell.
I wrinkled my nose.
But, I had to admit, I had never seen second-mother, or Andie, as she liked to be called, so happy. She hummed to herself constantly, which I enjoyed. Even though we spoke mind-to-mind, I found her throat-voice soothing.
She had less time for me, though. I was already spending most of my time outdoors. The den felt too confining. But before, she would brush my fur and talk to me after the evening meal. Now, she spent that time with the warrior.
I could admit that I was jealous, even though I was happy for her. And it did make me consider my own mating prospects. If the warrior was here to protect second-mother, she did not need me. I wasn’t quite ready to “leave the nest” as Andie described it, so I would stick around another season. Then I would go find my own mate.
They were getting louder, so I decided to chase a few ovinas. The animals chirped noisily when they were agitated. I hopedthat would drown out the sounds coming from the cottage.
But there wasn’t much I could do about the smell. Phew.
CHAPTER 64
Andie
