Forgotten

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Just want to rub my cheek against you, that’s all,” Rone reassured her. “It’s a Kindred thing—we have scent glands around our mouths that help us mark our mates. I won’t go further than you want me to—I promise. Not until you’re ready.”

  “Well…I guess that would be all right,” Kate said. “If…as long as you don’t pull down my panties.”

  “Not until you’re ready.” He kissed her knee again and then scooted forward and pressed one scratchy cheek against the tender flesh of her inner thigh.

  Kate bit back a moan, enjoying the rough feel of his face against her sensitive skin.

  Rone nuzzled against her, rubbing against her inner thighs a long time before he finally pressed his cheek to the lace of her panties.

  Kate felt her hands clench into fists of tension in the quilt on either side of her as his hot breath bathed her pussy through the thin material. Part of her was incredibly nervous having him here, between her legs—having any man there, really, after what that bastard Greg Compton had done.

  But that was completely different, she reminded herself. I’m willing this time and I haven’t been drugged or pushed down on the bed. I’m safe and I’m in charge—Rone said so. He said he wouldn’t hurt me—he promised. He promised and I believe him. Besides, he’s being so gentle…

  Looking down, she watched as Rone rubbed his cheek against her pussy mound and inhaled deeply, as though drinking in her scent.

  “Gods, baby,” he growled hoarsely. “You smell so damn good. I’ve missed your scent so much, missed pressing my face between your legs to breathe you in.”

  Kate tried to laugh. “You…you have?”

  “Hell yes.” He looked up at her, his silver eyes drowning deep. “Your scent is like a drug for me—completely fucking intoxicating. I could breathe you in all day and go down on you all night.”

  “But…but not quite yet, all right?” Kate’s heart was still racing and her mind was still fighting to push away the past, to forget the bad experience she’d had.

  “Not yet. Not until you’re ready,” Rone promised again. “But do you think you could at least let me kiss you? Through your panties, of course,” he added quickly. “That way I wouldn’t be touching your bare flesh—just kissing you here…” One long finger traced lightly over the white lace. “With your panties between us.”

  “Well…all right,” Kate heard herself agreeing. “I guess that…that would be all right.”

  “Thank you, Lalli. You honor me with your trust.”

  Holding her eyes with his, Rone leaned forward and laid a soft, open-mouthed kiss over the crotch of her panties.

  Kate bit back a moan as she felt his hot breath against her enflamed flesh, separated from him only by the thin lace. God, she could feel herself getting hotter and wetter all the time! In fact, she was afraid of what she might see if she looked down. Even now, she could feel how wet the lace of her panties was getting—could that really be because her body was reacting to his? Was she really going to make a lot more…honey just because he was near her?

  It seemed entirely possible—especially since she could feel all the rest of herself reacting to the big Kindred’s touch too. Her nipples were so tight they ached and her pulse was pounding, the blood rushing in her veins, making her feel hot and breathless and needy all over.

  “Such a sweet, soft little pussy,” Rone murmured, placing another soft kiss on her panty-covered slit, right over her throbbing clit. “Gods, I’ve missed this part of you so much, baby…missed being between your thighs and giving you pleasure…”

  “But don’t…don’t you only want to do this because it feeds the Beast?” she protested breathlessly. “I mean, you don’t have a choice with the hunger do you? You have to do it.”

  “I have to? Yes, I suppose in a way.” He shrugged. “But it’s more than that, baby—I want to. I need to.” He kissed her again, this time placing his mouth right over her clit, which was throbbing under the thin lace and then looked up at her. “I crave you so damn much…crave the feeling of your thighs wrapped around my head, your little hands pulling my hair, the sound of your sweet voice moaning my name when I bring you to the edge with my tongue…” He shook his head. “I can’t explain it any better than that. I just need to taste you.”

  “I…I think I’m beginning to understand,” Kate whispered, daring to reach out to him and run a hand through his thick, black hair. Rone made a soft growl of pleasure in the back of his throat and for a moment she almost felt like she was stroking a tiger or a panther—some animal that would be completely deadly to anyone else but which was safe for her. Considering the Beast the big Kindred kept within, she supposed the analogy wasn’t that far off although she still wasn’t sure what might happen if the Beast came out. She stroked Rone again, trying not to consider that possibility.

  Though she’d been trying not to remember the past, she couldn’t help thinking that this experience was the exact opposite of what had happened to her in college. Not just in terms of being forced or being willing—it was Rone’s whole attitude towards what they were doing.

  Back in college, her attacker had actually acted like he was doing her a favor. He’d believed that licking between her legs for a few minutes would make her instantly horny—grateful and ready to have sex with him—which was, of course, the ultimate goal.

  For Rone, this was the ultimate goal—just being able to taste her and give her pleasure. He clearly loved everything about it from the feeling of her thighs against the sides of his face to the scent and taste of her pussy—which was something Kate had been self-conscious about ever since that awful night in college.

  But watching the way he breathed her in and feeling the soft, hot kisses he gave her through the white lace of the panties made Kate feel completely confident that he liked this. No, more than liked it—he loved it. Needed it. He made her feel beautiful…precious and desired and perfect despite all the imperfections she saw in herself. Kate liked that feeling—liked it a lot. It made her feel more relaxed and open—less fearful of what was happening between them.

  She wondered if Rone could somehow sense the shift in her mood because he looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded with desire.

  “Lalli,” he murmured hoarsely. “Do you think you could let me kiss you without your panties now?”

  Kate’s heart began jack-hammering in her chest again. She was feeling more and more comfortable with this act but letting go of the final barrier between them was still difficult.

  “Just…just kiss me?” she managed to say.

  “I promise.” He stroked her thighs soothingly. “I won’t spread open your pussy and taste you until you tell me you’re ready. Okay?”

  Kate bit her lip, hesitating for a moment. But the sincerity and desire in his silver eyes decided her.

  “All right,” she said, lifting her hips so he could slide the jade green and white lace panties down her legs. “I guess…oh!”

  The little gasp of embarrassment was drawn from her when she looked down at herself and saw what the panties had been apparently keeping in check. She wasn’t just wet—she was soaked. Under the neatly trimmed thatch of red curls at the top of her mound, her pussy lips were shiny with her juices. Not only that, but they were spreading open to show her inner folds, especially her clit which was clearly on display and begging for attention.

  Attention Rone was obviously eager to give. A soft, hungry growl came from his throat and his fingers tightened ever so slightly on her thighs as he gazed at her.

  Mortified, Kate desperately wanted to shut her legs. She knew he’d told her that she would get extra wet but this was ridiculous—she was overflowing everywhere.

  “I…um…” She shifted uncomfortably. “Maybe I should…should clean up some.”

  Rone looked up at her, a little smile playing around the corner of his mouth.

  “That’s exactly what you said the first time you let me go down on you. Listen baby, please don’t worry—this is beauti
ful.” He gestured at her glistening pussy and inner thighs. “You’re beautiful. Can I give you that kiss now?”

  “I guess…” Kate was still squirming uncomfortably. She fully expected him to dive right in now that she had given him the go-ahead and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

  But Rone surprised her again by leaning forward and simply placing a soft, chaste kiss on her springy patch of curls. He grinned when he looked up and saw the look on her face.

  “Surprised you, huh?”

  “I guess so,” Kate admitted. “The way you were talking earlier I thought you were going to just…you know, go for it.”

  “There’s nothing I want more right now than to spread open your sweet pussy lips and taste your honey right from the source,” he murmured, his eyes going half-lidded again. “But I won’t do that until I know you’re ready.” He stroked her thigh gently. “I could clean you up a little though.”

  “Clean…clean me up?” Kate asked breathlessly.

  “Sure.” He gave her a lazy smile. “You know, just lick up the juices around your thighs and maybe your outer pussy lips?”

  “Just…you mean you wouldn’t go inside?” Kate whispered.

  “Not until you’re ready,” he murmured. “Not until you tell me you want me to.”

  “All right. I…I guess that would be okay.” Kate nodded. The thought of his tongue lapping over her inner thighs and the outside of her pussy didn’t make her nearly as nervous as the idea of letting him spread her open and lap her inner cunt.

  “Thank you,” Rone murmured and then he was leaning forward again, an intent look on his face as he pressed between her legs.

  Kate had to bite back a moan as she felt his hot, wet tongue dragging over her inner thighs. He’d nuzzled her here earlier but this was the first time she’d felt his tongue on her in such a sensitive area—well, the first time she could remember—and it felt amazing.

  To her embarrassment, the sensation caused her pussy to make even more honey. She could feel it wetting her outer lips and thighs almost as fast as Rone could lap it up but the big Kindred didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he appeared to love it.

  With a low growl, he lapped gently at her outer pussy lips—first the right and then the left. Then, gently, he sucked the right into his mouth, tugging gently in a way that made Kate moan and shift restlessly. He repeated the action on the left side and then cleaned away her juices with his tongue, obviously relishing her flavor.

  Kate felt like she could hardly sit still as the big Kindred continued to lick and suck all around her outer pussy and thighs without actually tasting her inner folds. God, she hadn’t thought she would ever want anyone to do this to her again and yet now she didn’t want Rone to stop! In fact, she wanted him to do more—to go further…deeper.

  “Rone…” she whispered, tugging restlessly at his hair.

  “Mmm?” He looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded and hazy with pleasure. “Gods, baby, you taste so good. I’ve missed your sweet honey so damn much.”

  “There’s more, uh, honey, inside,” Kate said, giving him a nervous little smile. She was trying to be more daring, to let him know that she wanted more without actually saying it outright. Luckily, Rone seemed to know exactly what she wanted.

  “You mean inside your pussy, baby?” he murmured, his deep voice a soft growl of desire.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Kate bit her lip. “A lot more. If…if you want it.”

  His eyes flashed pure silver.

  “You know I do. Are you telling me you’re ready to let me spread open your pussy and lick inside you? Are you ready to let me lick your inner pussy?”

  Kate bit her lip. “I…I think so,” she whispered. “At least, I want to be. And the way you keep licking all around me without going any deeper makes me feel like I’m about to go crazy.”

  He gave her a lazy smile.

  “You’re feeling it too—the hunger. Not as badly as I am but it’s affecting you at least a little.”

  “What?” Kate was shocked. “But how can I feel the hunger? I don’t have a Beast inside me like you do.”

  “It happens sometimes when the connection between a Wulven and his mate or his intended mate is strong,” Rone said. “The hunger jumps from one to the other almost like a flame. It affected you once before, when we were apart for a mission.”

  “It did?” Kate raised an eyebrow at him. “And what did we do about it?”

  “Went back to the ship and spent the night in the Breeding Chair,” Rone murmured. “You sat in my lap all night with my cock buried inside you to the hilt, baby. I had to fill you with my cum over and over again until you finally felt better.”

  “Oh…” His words brought a fresh rush of wetness to the tender area between her thighs and Kate could feel her cheeks heating as she pictured the two of them doing what he had described. For a moment she allowed herself to imagine sitting in the Breeding Chair, straddling his hips with his thick shaft deep inside her… But the image was too much, too intense. It made her feel so hot…so needy.

  “Rone…” she whispered, tugging at his hair again. “Do you think you could…could kiss me inside this time?”

  “Of course, baby.” He gave her that lazy smile again. “Nothing would give me greater pleasure.” He framed her pussy with his big hands and placed his thumbs on her outer lips before looking up at her. “I’m going to spread you slowly, okay? If at any point you want me to stop, just say so.”

  Again, Kate was touched by his care and consideration. He really was going out of his way to make sure she was comfortable.

  “Okay. Thank you,” she whispered and watched as he opened her, baring her wet, pink, inner folds completely.

  “Ah, Gods…so beautiful. So perfect. Your sweet little clit…I’ve missed it so much.” He leaned forward and placed a soft, sucking kiss on the tight little bud, making Kate moan and jump. Rone looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire. “That’s right, you like that don’t you? Like having your clit sucked.”

  “I…I guess. I don’t know,” Kate admitted.

  “Trust me—you do,” Rone promised her. “And you loved to be licked there—especially along the right side. You’re more sensitive there.”

  Kate had to admit he was right. When she touched herself, that was always the favorite side but it wasn’t something she’d have expected a man to remember.

  “I am,” she admitted.

  “I know.” One side of his sensuous mouth quirked up. “You know, most of the time when we were together, I liked to take my time with you and lick you for a long, long time and give you a nice, slow come. But sometimes we didn’t have much time—when we were off the ship and someplace where we didn’t know how long we’d have privacy. So I got to be an expert at making you come hard and fast too.”

  “You…you did?” Kate felt a warm throbbing ache beginning to build between her legs. God, was this the hunger he was talking about or were his words just turning her on so much she could barely hold still? And was Rone really an expert at making her come?

  Looking at that knowing expression on his face, she was sure he was. If Rone had spent as much time between her thighs as he’d told her, he ought to know exactly how to please her by now.

  “Do you want me to show you?” he murmured, caressing her inner thigh with one large hand.

  Kate opened her mouth, uncertain what would come out.

  “Yes,” she heard herself say. “Yes, show me. Please, Rone—I…I want you to.”

  “Good. Because I want to—need to make you come so damn badly, baby.”

  He knelt back between her legs, his broad shoulders splitting her wide, and pressed his hot mouth to her open pussy.

  Kate moaned as the tip of his tongue began tracing circles around her throbbing clit. Then he began licking up and down, just the right side as he had said she liked. He had been telling the truth, Kate thought deliriously—having his talented tongue caressing the right side of her hot little button made her nearly
delirious with lust. In fact, she found she was moaning out loud and tugging at his hair again.

  When she realized what she was doing, she made herself stop, putting her hands to her sides to grip the quilt that covered the bed instead. But Rone stopped licking and looked up at her.

  “No, Lalli,” he muttered hoarsely when he saw where her hands had gone. “No, don’t be afraid to hold on to me. I love that—it’s part of it. Feeling your hands in my hair, pulling me closer, putting me exactly where you want me.”

  “You…you don’t mind?” Kate dared to thread her fingers through his thick black hair again. “Even if I hurt you?”

  “Baby, pain from you is better than pleasure from anybody else,” Rone growled softly. “So go ahead and pull my hair if you need to—scratch my shoulders…do whatever you need to do. I love it. I love you and I want to know you’re feeling good—that I’m giving you what you need.”

  “All right.” Kate tugged lightly on his hair. “Are you, uh, going to taste me some more?”

  He gave her a feral grin. “Baby, I haven’t even gotten started yet. I have six months to make up for—I could feed on your sweet pussy all night long and not feel ready to stop.”

  He leaned forward again and this time Kate felt his long, hot tongue sliding deep into her entrance, filling her up.

  “Oh!” she gasped, her hands tightening in his hair. Rone made a hungry sound at the back of his throat and went deeper, thrusting his tongue further than she would have believed possible. Kate felt him lapping up her juices eagerly and then pressing deeper again, as though trying to get more.

  “Rone…Rone,” she cried as he moved up to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue. His mouth was deliciously hot as he tasted her and at the same time, he was reaching up to stroke and pinch her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through her body and straight back down to her open pussy.

  “Ah…God…” Kate moaned as her pleasure began to build. She was close…so close…and for the first time in a long time, she found she actually wanted to come.

  She’d been holding her sex drive in check ever since Mimi had found her naked in the park in Sarasota—not that she’d had much to hold in check. Mostly it had been completely absent. Kate had an idea the fear toxins that had filled her system had had something to do with that. But now that the toxins were gone and she was with a man who really cared for her, she felt like six months of desire was crashing down on her at once. Suddenly, she was right on the edge, feeling like the least little thing could tip her over.