Pierced (Brides of the Kindred #28) Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alien, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Brides of the Kindred Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
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Her fangs ached too as she scented him, and for a moment Sky allowed herself to eye the thick vein pulsing under his skin and imagine what it would be like to sink her sharp points into his flesh and drink from him. She’d never taken from a male’s neck before—Serpentine scales were too thick for her to pierce through. But Torin’s skin was soft, like her own—she was betting she could bite him with no problem.

What are you thinking? You can’t do that, whispered a little voice in her head. You’re here to solve a case—not get off on smelling and tasting this big bastard! You don’t even like him—remember?

Except, that wasn’t exactly true anymore, was it? It was a confusing realization, and her confusion was being compounded by his mesmerizing scent. Reluctantly, she pulled back from the big Kindred and put a hand on his chest.

“All right—you can straighten up,” she told him.

He did as she said, his golden eyes burning as he looked down at her.

“Well?” Sky asked lightly, trying not to show how much the close encounter had affected her. “How am I doing?

“Very…very well…Mistress,” Torin rumbled.

“Good.”

Sky found she was enjoying this little exercise. She liked having power over the big Kindred this way and she didn’t want it to end. Torin didn’t seem inclined to end it either, so she decided to keep going.

“Raise your hands and put them behind your head,” she ordered him. “I want to see the way your muscles move.”

Torin did as she asked with no question or comment. Sky liked the way his biceps bulged when he interlocked his fingers behind his head. He was like a living work of art, she decided—like a statue of the male body in its purest form.

“I think I like this,” she murmured, running her hand over his bicep and then down to his triceps and along his side. She circled the flat disk of one of his nipples with her fingertip, enjoying the way he tried not to twitch as she stroked the sensitive area. “I like seeing you like this. Touching you like this.” She looked up at him. “What else should I do to act like one of the Yonnite Mistresses?” she asked. “Maybe we should do a little role playing to get ready?”

“Maybe,” he rumbled, still looking down at her.

“Well then…what should I do?”

Torin cleared his throat.

“Just keep…doing what you’re doing. Handle me—my body—like you own it. Like you have every fucking right to touch me however you want to…Mistress,” he said in a low voice and Sky noticed that his golden eyes were glowing as he looked at her. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it. If you want me to kiss your boots…or your pussy, tell me and I’ll do it. I have no choice—I’m your bodyslave—you fucking own me.”

Sky raised her eyebrows.

“I should tell you to do what to my pussy?” she demanded. “Kiss? What’s that?”

“Kissing is the act of pressing your lips to another person’s lips—or their body,” Torin told her. He looked surprised. “Haven’t you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Not that I can remember—maybe when I was a child. But let’s get back to the matter at hand. So you want to press your lips to my pussy?” Sky clarified, trying to sound cool.

But her heart was beating harder than ever and she was beginning to feel wet and swollen between her legs. Just the thought of the big Kindred down on his knees with his face buried between her thighs made her incredibly hot for some reason. It was something she’d never even imagined before—the Serpentine face wasn’t built for oral sex in any way so it wasn’t something they engaged in. But the concept definitely had her hot and bothered.

Torin flushed—there were pinkish undertones to his gray skin and now his cheeks were growing red, Sky saw.

“Your panties, I meant—your undergarments—that’s what I’m supposed to kiss,” he said quickly. “The Yonnites have a custom where they make their bodyslaves drop to their knees and kiss their undergarments at the beginning of any formal event—it shows reverence and respect on behalf of the bodyslave for his Mistress.”

“I’m not wearing undergarments,” Sky pointed out. “They’re not part of Serpentine culture—no one on Portex Three wears them.”

“I can tell you’re not wearing any,” he said and his voice was a low, hoarse growl. “I can fucking see that through the mesh of your suit.”

He was looking down, his golden eyes fixed on the crotch of her uniform where Sky had to admit her pussy lips and cleft were fully visible. Not that he should be looking!

“Hey!” she snapped. “I thought I told you not to look at me like that anymore! Or do you need another lesson?”

“Sorry…Mistress,” he growled, bringing his eyes up to meet hers once more. They were glowing, Sky saw—they looked like pools of molten gold in his dark face.



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