“As you wish,” Lan’ara said. Her heart pounding, she spread her legs wider. “Kiss me, Kindred,” she said imperiously. “Kiss my panties.”
He made a sound between a growl and a groan and leaned forward eagerly, pressing his lips to her mound. While he was there, he inhaled deeply, breathing her in. When he looked up again, his bronze eyes were half-lidded with pleasure.
“Gods, I missed your scent, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You smell so damn good—so sweet and hot and ready. I can’t wait to part your hot little pussy lips with my tongue and lap away all that delicious pussy honey I know you’re making for me.”
Lan’ara felt her breath catch in her throat as her desire ramped up to a new level. Gods and Goddesses, when he talked to her like that she felt like she was going to melt. She felt a fresh surge in her pussy and knew she couldn’t tease either one of them any longer.
“Why don’t you do it then, Kindred?” she taunted softly. “Why don’t you pull down my panties and bury your tongue in my bare pussy?”
His eyes widened for a moment at the way she was dirty-talking right back to him and then he growled with desire.
“As my Lady wishes—it will be my honor and my pleasure to lap your sweet little cunt and taste your honey.”
Feeling like she was in a particularly erotic dream, Lan’ara lifted her hips and allowed him to pull the thin silk panties down and off. Then she opened her thighs, feeling her outer pussy lips spread with the motion and murmured,
“Go on, Kindred…take what you need.”
The moment the last barrier was removed, it was as though Need couldn’t hold himself back any longer and her soft, taunting words seemed to make him crazy.
With a low growl, he leaned forward and buried his face between her legs.
Lan’ara moaned softly and threaded her fingers through his thick hair as he lapped her, using his tongue to spread her wide just as he had promised and bathing her slippery inner folds and the aching button of her clit with long, eager strokes.
“Oh, Need!” she moaned, unable to stop herself from calling his name as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. “Oh Gods and Goddesses, that feels so good.”
The big Kindred redoubled his efforts, sucking her clit into his mouth to torture it sweetly with his tongue and then dipping lower to slide his hot tongue deep into her pussy channel while he tasted her honey straight from the source. His muscular arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her open for him as he ravaged her soft little pussy with his mouth, tasting her with an abandon that drove her nearly out of her mind.
At last Lan’ara felt like she was right on the edge. Just a few more strokes of his tongue would send her over and finally give her the satisfaction and completion she’d been craving for so long…
So of course that was the moment he stopped.
Lan’ara moaned with disappointment when he pulled away and looked up at her, his mouth and chin shiny with her juices.
“Need!” she protested. “Why…why did you stop? I was so close!”
His bronze eyes blazed.
“I thought that maybe my Lady might prefer to come on my shaft instead of my tongue,” he growled softly. “Do you still have the same need to be filled, Lan’ara? The need to have your soft little pussy opened by a thick cock?”
Lan’ara felt her breath catch as a tremor of pure desire shook her. The hungry flower within her unfurled its petals and begged for exactly what he was offering her. But should she do it? Should she go that far with the big Kindred?
Before she could completely answer that question, she heard herself saying,
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Very good, my Lady,” Need growled, giving her a lazy smile of pure lust. “And how do you want to mount me? Or would you prefer that I mount you?”
“I want to be on top,” Lan’ara said at once. She was remembering their last time together—the first and only time she’d had a shaft inside her. She had liked the way Need had let her climb on top of him and take charge—and she liked the idea of being in charge now.
“How about if I sit on the couch and open my trousers for you?” Need murmured, raising one eyebrow at her. “That way you could straddle me and mount me and take my shaft as deeply as you want into your soft little cunt.”
Lan’ara bit her lip as lust surged through her.
“Yes,” she finally managed to get out. “Yes, that…that sounds good to me.”
The big Kindred leaned forward and kissed her open pussy once more—a long, lingering kiss that made her squirm and bite back a moan—and then rose and sat on the couch beside her. Opening his black leather trousers, he let his long, thick shaft spring free. Then he sat back and looked at Lan’ara.
“I’m ready to serve you, my Lady,” he rumbled softly. “Mount me and take me whenever you’re ready.”
Lan’ara lost no time in straddling his lean hips and doing as he said. Reaching between them, she grasped his thick, hot shaft in one hand and rubbed the broad head against her open pussy. Gods and Goddesses, it felt good!
But she knew it could feel even better.
Raising up a little to fit him inside herself, she pressed the crown of his cock to the slick entrance of her pussy and began to lower herself down on him. As before, he was extremely large, but the way he had prepared her with his mouth made it easy to get him deep inside her. Both of them moaned as he bottomed out at the end of her channel, the head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb.
“Oh Gods,” Need groaned, gripping her hips in his big, warm hands. “You feel so good around me, sweetheart! Love to fill you…love to be inside you like this.”
“But not enough to keep me around. Not last time we did this, anyway,” Lan’ara pointed out.
She didn’t know why she was saying this—bringing it up now. It was just that being so intimately connected to the big Kindred brought back the memory of how the last time they had done this he had gotten rid of her soon after.
Need went still beneath her and his bronze eyes were suddenly serious and filled with pain.
“I was a fool last time,” he said hoarsely. “I admit it, Lan’ara. I never should have listened to what Drung said. But he couldn’t have fooled me if I hadn’t already been trying so hard to fool myself.”
“What do you mean?” Lan’ara demanded. “Fooled yourself how?”
“I was trying to tell myself the whole time we were together that I didn’t want a female in my life—that I didn’t need you, didn’t love you,” he said in a low voice, searching her eyes with his own. “But I was wrong.”
Lan’ara bit her lip uncertainly.
“What are you trying to tell me?” she demanded, not sure about how she felt. “That you got rid of me to avoid loving me?”
“I wanted to avoid loving anyone,” Need said in a low voice. “I lost my mate, you see, long before I met you. And after that, I was determined never to love again.”
“So you could never get hurt again,” Lan’ara said, understanding at last.
The big Kindred nodded.
“Exactly. I was a coward and I let my fear rule me. I told myself I could touch you and taste you without falling in love with you. But when that turned out to be wrong, I wanted to get away from you—or get you away from me—any way I could.”
“You certainly managed that,” Lan’ara remarked dryly. “If you hadn’t already bonded me to you so that Senator Pouncenblast considered me ‘tainted,’ I’d still be stuck in his harem right now.”
His brow furrowed.
“Gods, please don’t say that! Can’t stand to think of you being out of my life completely. And as for the bonding, please believe me when I tell you I didn’t know I had done that. It’s not what we Kindred think of when we talk about forming a bond at all.”
“You don’t?” Lan’ara frowned. “Explain,” she demanded.
“All right.” He frowned, as though thinking how to begin. “In your reading, did you come across the fact that
Kindred warriors form a soul bond with their females? A bond that lasts a lifetime?”
“No.” She shook her head. “It’s really that strong—it lasts your whole life?”
His eyes darkened.
“Or the lifetime of your mate. A broken soul bond is…devastating.” He shut his eyes briefly, a look of pain crossing his face. “So painful you’d do anything to avoid going through that agony again.”
Lan’ara understood at last.
“You suffered a broken bond when you lost your first mate, didn’t you?” she asked softly.
Need nodded.
“It was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. And I didn’t want to take a risk on forming another bond and having that kind of pain again.”
“But how does a Kindred form a bond with his female in the first place?” Lan’ara asked. She was intrigued at the idea of a life-long bond between a male and female. She knew some animals formed such attachments but she had no idea that any humanoid species could.
“Well…” Need shifted a little, making her bite her lip as he moved inside her. “It’s different for every kind of Kindred.”
“Well…how is it for your kind of Kindred?” Lan’ara asked, rather breathlessly. “Tell me, Need. How…how would you do it if you were trying to bond me to you, for instance?”
She told herself she was only asking purely for information and to satisfy her curiosity, but she couldn’t quite quell the deep desire that filled her as she spoke.
“If I was trying to bond you to me?” Need mused, his deep voice suddenly sensual. “Well, let me see, sweetheart. First I would need to be deep inside you.”
“Which you already are,” Lan’ara pointed out, nodding down to the place where they were joined.
“So I am,” Need rumbled, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Well, next I would have to make love to you. To fill you long and hard until I spurted my seed deep inside your hot little pussy—right at the end of your tight little channel.”
“Oh…” Lan’ara moaned, for he had started moving in her again, drawing almost all the way out and then thrusting in deeply, sheathing his shaft to the hilt inside her with every long, slow, deliciously hot thrust. She could feel the hungry flower inside her begging for more—begging for not just his shaft but his seed inside her as her pleasure began to climb to the peak again.
“And…and then what?” she somehow managed to get out as the big Kindred stroked deeply into her again.
“And then, at the same moment I was shooting my seed in you, I’d need to sink my fangs into your neck and inject you with my essence,” he growled softly. “Which would instantly make you come so that your soft little pussy would contract all around me, milking even more of my seed deep into your womb.”
“Oh…” Lan’ara moaned again. She had feared his fangs when he had first bought her at the auction, but time and experience with how pleasurable the essence they produced could be had greatly changed her view of them. She found she rather liked the idea of him piercing her above and below at the same time. It made her hot to think of his fangs buried in her neck while his shaft was buried in her pussy.
“And that,” Need murmured in her ear. “Would form the bond between us. And then I would never, ever let you go, sweetheart. I would love you forever—or for however long the Goddess would grant us as a couple. And I would spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy.”
Lan’ara took his face in her hands, looking down into the bronze eyes which were now so earnest as he looked up at her.
“Need,” she whispered, studying his face, “Do you really mean that? Do you really love me?”
“With all my heart,” he swore hoarsely. “I was a fool before. But if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you.”
“I love you, too,” Lan’ara whispered, knowing the words were true as they left her lips. “I…I didn’t mean to fall in love with you at first and I was so angry with you for a while it was hard to tell how I felt. But now, well…” She stroked his cheek and gave him a rueful little smile. “I guess I just can’t help myself.”
“Don’t want you to help yourself, sweetheart,” Need said softly. His hands tightened on her hips and he looked up at her hopefully. “Will you let me do it, Lan’ara? Will you let me bond us together for life?”
Lan’ara felt like her heart was overflowing. Her relationship with the big Kindred had gone through so many changes in the time they had known each other, but there was one constant in it and she knew now that it was love. Despite the fact that the two of them had tried their best not to care for each other, some things can’t be denied.
“Yes,” she whispered and leaned down to kiss him, taking his mouth and tasting her own secret flavor in his tongue. “Yes, bond me to you, Need,” she said again, when the kiss finally broke. “Make me yours—and make you mine, too. I want to be with you forever—not as concubine and master or Mistress and slave but as equals in love, going through life together.”
“That’s all I want too, sweetheart,” he murmured, looking into her eyes. “Just to have you in my life forever—and I never want you to call me ‘my Lord’ again.” He grinned. “Although I kind of like calling you ‘my Lady.’”
“Well, right now your Lady wants you to make love to her and bond her,” Lan’ara panted, rolling her hips to remind him to keep moving. “Come on, Need—take me!”
His smile turned lazy and lustful and his eyes were half-lidded with desire.
“As my Lady wishes,” he growled softly. And then he was thrusting into her harder and deeper than before, making Lan’ara moan and grip his shoulders as he stroked into her open pussy, giving her exactly what she had asked for, owning her and letting her own him at the same time.
“Need…Need,” she moaned as she bucked against him. “Oh Gods and Goddesses, I’m so close!”
“Then let me help you reach the peak,” he murmured in her ear. And pushing her long curtain of hair to one side, he sank his fangs deep in her throat.
Lan’ara’s moan turned into a cry of pure pleasure as the big Kindred’s essence hit her bloodstream. True to his promise, it gave her an instant, Earth-shattering orgasm the likes of which she had never felt before. Her toes curled, her fingers dug into his broad shoulders, and her nipples were so hard they ached as she strained against him, feeling the hot, deep spurting of his shaft inside her pussy as he filled her womb with his seed.
It was a transcendent moment and she would have expected the pleasure to wane after they reached it. But somehow it just kept going on and on until she wondered if someone could die of pleasure.
“You’re not dying,” she heard Need say inside her head. “This is just part of the bonding process, sweetheart. Relax and let the pleasure sweep through you—you’ll be okay.”
His words made her feel more relaxed for a moment until she thought, Wait a minute—he’s speaking inside my head? He must be—his fangs are still in my neck! What in the universe is happening?”
“Just another part of the bonding process,” Need promised her. “Telepathic communication between bonded mates is normal for Kindred and the females they Claim.”
“It…it is?” Lan’ara thought at him, trying out the new way of communication herself. To her delight, it was clear Need could hear her.
“It is,” he sent firmly. “So just relax, sweetheart—we’re together now and everything is all right. Everything is exactly the way it’s supposed to be with the two of us bonded for life.”
Then he withdrew his fangs and looked up into her eyes.
“I love you, Lan’ara,” he whispered hoarsely. “So much, sweetheart. Love you forever.”
“I love you too,” Lan’ara told him and kissed him deeply. Despite filling her with his seed, he was still hard inside her and her kiss seemed to make him ready to go again.
Lan’ara didn’t mind. As his thick shaft stroked deeply into her once more, she rolled her hips and moved with his rhythm, urging him
on. She was finally where she was supposed to be, she thought, as she looked into her new mate’s eyes. She was with the man she loved, not as a subservient concubine but as an equal and they would never be parted.
And to think it had all started when Need had seen her on an auction block and decided to buy her, decided to make her…The Kindred Warrior’s Captive Bride.
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Emma
Bran O’Connor was hard to look at.
I don’t just mean he was ugly, although if I was being honest, he really was. He had lank brownish hair, small no-color eyes, and really just terrible skin. Like pizza-face bad is what I mean. He was also shorter than me, thin verging on scrawny, and one of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet.
Ha—surprised you there, didn’t I? You thought I was just going to go on and on about how awful he looked but I really don’t need to—the popular kids at Nocturne Academy did that plenty. He didn't need me piling it on too.
He really was a nice guy, though and there was something about him, something I couldn't quite put my finger on…
But I didn't know that on the first day of our new unit in AP Biology. I just stood there at the front of the room, trying not to let my face sag into an expression of disappointment when Mr. Barron called out,
“Emma Plunkett, you’ll be lab partners with Bran O’Connor. Go find your seat.”
Reluctantly, I went to sit beside my new partner. This was my fault—if I hadn’t been late on the first day of this new unit, I might have gotten paired with someone else— someone like Elian Darkwing .
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