Kraving Tavak (The Krave of Everton Book 4)
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When she’d brought all this up to Tavak, wondering how he might feel about it, he’d only told her, “Whatever makes you happy makes me happy. I want children with you, vellia, you know this. I never thought I’d be a father. Ever. But I know with certainty that I will be to the little ones that we will create together. I can be patient. Because I know that the best things in this life come with patience.”
The next day, they’d gone to the Laoti healer that was helping Eve with her pregnancy. And though the healer was a little eccentric, they’d purchased a contraception implant for Stella, though it was pricey. Tavak had said he would take the implant but Stella didn’t want him to. He’d been forced to take one for the last decade, after all.
Stella sighed, wiping down the bar slab one last time, one of the only original things that remained of Reji’s old tavern. The bar was officially called Vellia—which Tavak told her meant something akin to ‘shining light’ in the old Keriv’i language, a pet name he’d been calling her from the beginning.
But most simply called the bar ‘Stella’s’ now, especially the regular patrons. They’d managed to keep it running during the nights, as best as they could with all the work they were doing. They’d hired another bartender as well, a Laoti female named Jennui, and the extra help was a lifesaver.
Stella wiped her hands on the cloth, hanging it neatly along the new back wall Tavak had installed. She walked to the entrance of the cellar and leaned in the doorway. Her male was kneeling, the material of his pants stretched tight over his taut backside. Stella let her eyes run over him, watched the muscles in his back flex and shift under his tunic as he pounded away through the existing stone flooring, which was cracked and grimy with age.
She almost sighed. How’d she ever get so lucky as to have such a handsome mate like him?
Tavak paused in his work, flashing her a look over his shoulder. One she recognized. Stella bit her lip, shifting. She realized he’d probably scented her arousal, even in the cellar.
“You can’t stay away,” he teased, though there was a smug tone in his voice, one that drove her absolutely crazy. “Can you, mellkia?”
Ever since they’d returned to Dumera, there had been a change in Tavak. One for the better. He smiled more easily. Laughed often, especially when it was just the two of them or when they were with their friends. Around others, or strangers, he always seemed like his old self, a little cold and surly, but Stella knew he was just cautious. His nature would never be inherently trusting. There would always be a part of him that was wary of people and he had every right to feel it.
There were still times when she’d wake him up from his own nightmares, when he’d thrash on the bed, and growl in his sleep. And for a brief moment when she woke him, there was a look in his eyes that she’d always interpreted as fear. As if he’d forgotten everything. As if he believed he was back on Everton or Jrika. Seeing it would always break her heart a little bit.
That look would always abruptly disappear, however, when she murmured his name and stroked his face. When she’d kiss him, wanting to comfort him. And Tavak would crush her to him, sometimes actually shaking with relief when he realized that it had been just a dream.
It didn’t happen often but it happened enough. With time, Stella hoped it would become less and less frequent, especially when Tavak realized that she wasn’t going anywhere, that they were building something together, on Dumera, and nowhere else.
“I’m just admiring my mate,” she responded, her tone casual, flashing him a small smile. “And the way he is very good with his hands.”
Tavak rocked back onto his heels and stood. When he prowled towards her, Stella grinned. Maybe a little break wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“And you say I’m bad,” he murmured, pressing her into the cracked frame of the door, one of the last projects they needed to finish.
The upstairs was already completely done, transformed from a small bedroom back into a comfortable office. Tavak had also reinforced the stairs, and with the help of Khiva and Dravka, it had taken no time at all.
“My Rut’s coming,” he murmured, dragging his hand up her thigh, sliding the dress up.
Anticipation made her belly quiver.
“You can feel it?” she asked, a little breathless, already mentally preparing herself for the week after it that she wouldn’t be able to walk.
“Pax,” he purred. “Time to test out that implant you got.”
Stella laughed but it quickly turned to a breathless gasp as Tavak’s wandering fingers trailed between her thighs. He growled when he found her wet.
He kissed her hard and thoroughly, using that tongue and those fingers to melt her brain and make her dizzy.
“Insatiable male,” she whispered against his lips, tilting her head back.
He pressed closer. “You love it.”
She grinned. Yes. Yes, she did.
“And I love you,” he murmured, making her belly flutter with those sweet, sweet words she never got tired of hearing. He told her every single day, as if he was afraid she’d forget.
Every day, she fell in love with him a little bit more, even though she didn’t think it was possible.
Tavak pulled her up, wrapping her leg around his waist, pinning her to the door.
“And I will spend the rest of our lives loving you,” he promised her.
Stella gave him a smile. A smile which he’d told her had been the beginning of it all.
“That sounds like a perfect plan to me.”
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