Strange Aliens and Tattoos
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MAX WAITED TO SEE IF he’d freak out. He’d kissed Noir, that was fine. He wasn’t prepared for the need to drag him to bed and beg him to f**k him, though. And he definitely wasn’t prepared for the butterflies in his belly when he thought about being mated to Noir...for the rest of his life. Granted, he didn’t know what it all entailed, but the way Noir talked about it, it sounded nice. He’d have to read up on Nekoid matings, and wouldn’t Quam love that. But he needed to know if Nekoids cheated, if they truly stayed together for the rest of their lives or if it was only a saying. Maybe a mating was like a marriage, and those didn’t last long.
“Are you okay?” Noir touched his arm as they walked into the restaurant kitchen.
“I’m fine. A little dizzy, but
