Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“Gods!” Vic muttered to himself. He had never had these thoughts—these desires—before. Of course, having Kindred DNA, his first sexual instinct was to bring his female pleasure, and he knew all about female anatomy, but he had never actually been with a woman before. Mainly because he had never wanted to be with a woman before he had encountered Torri.
Now he found he had all kinds of desires and wants and needs of a sexual nature. Not to mention fantasies he wished he could act out with Torri.
But she has a mate, he reminded himself. Although, her mate was in the act of divorcing her—which still seemed strange to Vic. How could you just decide not to love someone anymore?
He had never experienced love himself, but he had seen numerous Kindred warriors and their brides and he understood the bond between them instinctively, because of his own Kindred DNA. The bond they formed was so strong only death could sever it. By contrast, the relationship that humans formed seemed to be weak and easily broken.
It made him angry at Torri’s mate. How could he hurt such a beautiful, precious female so wantonly?
If she belonged to me, I would cherish her, he thought, soaping himself up and trying to ignore his hard shaft. I would bring her pleasure every night—worship her with my mouth and tongue…
Gods, he shouldn’t have allowed himself to think such a thing! Images rose in his head that made his shaft ache—images of him on his knees before her, his face buried between her legs as he lapped her soft, sweet little pussy. He could almost hear her moans and gasps of pleasure—could almost feel her soft fingers tugging at his hair as she lifted her hips to meet him, opening her thighs wide to let him lap her swollen folds…
Can’t do that, Vic told himself, trying to yank the organic part of his brain away from the vivid fantasies. You know you can’t. If you taste her, you’ll want to try to Claim her and bond her. And even if that is physically possible, you would never be allowed to keep her. You have to go back into stasis and wait for the next generation of Kindred who need your scouting skills. You aren’t supposed to find a mate and live like other warriors—that is not your calling.
He knew it was all true, but the organic part of his brain continued to show him images of Torri with her legs spread for him, moaning as he stroked and sucked her pussy. As he finished his shower, he knew he wanted her as he had never wanted a female before…
Thirty
After Vic left, Torri slid under the quilt and between the cool, cotton sheets. She shivered, curling into a ball. God, she’d forgotten how cold it could get here on Fall and Winter nights! She hoped Vic wouldn’t take long in the shower—at the very least having his big, hard body in bed beside her ought to warm things up.
Right—you only want him beside you because you’re cold, whispered a skeptical little voice in her head. I’m so sure, Torri.
She tried to push the voice away, as well as the forbidden thoughts that went with it. Vic probably didn’t even feel anything like that for her. He was just being sweet—probably trying to take her mind off Chuck and the awful things he’d done.
But even thoughts of her ex-husband couldn’t get in the way of the desire she was feeling. Closing her eyes, she reached between her legs and rubbed the mound of her pussy through the soft silky nightgown she was wearing. God, it felt wonderful to be clean-shaven again! Her skin was so smooth and the feel of the thin gown against it was so sensuous. If only it was Vic’s hand touching her…
“Are you ready to sleep?”
His deep, rumbling voice made Torri gasp and open her eyes. Vic was standing in the doorway of her bedroom, wearing only the gray sweatpants. His muscular chest was bare and a few droplets of water clung to his broad shoulders. His blue-black hair was damp. In the warm glow of the single bedside lamp, he looked huge—and completely mouthwatering.
She pulled her hand out from between her legs quickly, wondering if he had any idea of what she’d been doing. Even though she’d been under the covers, she felt guilty—what if he had some kind of x-ray vision and he could see that she’d been touching herself? He had lots of other abilities—it was a definite possibility.
“Um, sure,” she said, trying to sound casual, though she could feel her cheeks heating with a guilty blush. “I see the sweatpants fit you,” she added, nodding to them.
“Yes, better than the outerwear they gave me at the other facility—thank you,” he murmured. “Er…do you mind if I get into bed with you?”