Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Good—it’s all clean now—I just need to heal you.”
“And how exactly are you going to do that?” Vicky asked.
“Very simply.” Chaim smiled at her. But instead of going to get some Kindred medicine or any kind of alien first aid kit as she had expected, he got on his knees at the foot of the bed, put his hands on her hips, and pulled her down so that her calves were hanging over the end of the mattress.
“Whoa—hang on—wait a minute!” Vicky could hear the panic in her own voice but she couldn’t seem to stop it. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him. “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, as he leaned over her still-exposed inner thigh.
“Healing you, like I promised,” Chain said. And then he was dragging his warm, wet tongue up the length of the cut, bathing the long wound and her inner thigh with his heat and sending a shiver of pure sensation all over her body.
“Oh!” Vicky gasped and would have pulled away except it seemed to be working. The long wound on her thigh was no longer bleeding. In fact, it was now just a pinkish line. And—as Chain continued to lick it, it faded even more until even the line disappeared and her skin looked as though it had never been cut or marked in any way.
At last the big Kindred sat back on his heels—though he still kept his hands on her thighs, Victoria noticed.
“There.” He nodded in satisfaction. “A job well done if I say so myself.”
“But you…I didn’t expect you to…to lick me like that,” Vicky said and gave a shaky laugh. “I almost thought you were…were trying something, uh, else.”
Chain’s midnight eyes went half-lidded and one corner of his mouth quirked up in a sensual smile.
“Did you think I was going to taste your sweet pussy, beautiful Victoria?”
“No! No, of course not!” she denied hastily, feeling her cheeks go hot with a blush, though that was, of course, exactly what she’d thought. She’d heard a rumor somewhere that Kindred were exceptionally good at this particular act, though she’d never experienced it herself. Kevin had absolutely refused to give her any kind of oral attention. Her ex’s rationale for this was his firm insistence that the vagina was built to have a penis in it, not a tongue.
“Yes, you did.” Chain’s slow smile grew. “You were afraid I was going to lift the cloak and expose your sweet little pussy so I could give you a tongue bath.” His eyes were hungry as he spoke. “I will if you want me to, your know. In fact, it would be my very great pleasure to taste your honey until you come for me—come all over my face.”
“What? I…I never said…never asked you to…” God, she couldn’t even finish her thought. Why was she stammering like a schoolgirl around him? Maybe because this was something she’d always wanted and had never been able to get.
Not that I’m about to get it now, she told herself firmly. Despite her earlier hope of “getting some” for Valentine’s night, she now felt shy and uncertain. What if he didn’t like the way she looked or tasted or smelled? No, it was better to leave this particular act on the shelf of unrequited desire—at least for now, she decided.
“You never asked me to taste you in words,” Chain said, still giving her that hot, half-lidded smile again. “But the ripe scent of your pussy is calling out to me, Victoria. Your body is hungry for pleasure—I can tell. In fact, I could tell it from the first moment I met you at the Last Call bar.”
“Well, you’re very kind to offer but not right now,” Vicky said quickly, trying to catch her breath. “For right now, please just stick to healing me.”
Chain shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling.
“As you wish. But remember my vow to you. As well as protecting you, I will be pleased to pleasure you thoroughly and deeply any time you want me to—and in any way you wish.”
“Um…thank you.” Vicky felt her heart speed up again. God, how could he offer to taste her so casually—like it was no big deal? But no—not quite no big deal, she thought, looking down at him. He actually wanted to do this. Again the rumors she’d heard about Kindred males flashed through her mind. Some women whispered that they actually needed to taste their mates—that it was a regular occurrence and one of the ways they bound their females to them.
She pushed the tempting but embarrassing thought away. Maybe later she would regain her nerve and take the big Kindred up on his offer. But for now, it was better to let him heal her so they could get out of here before she lost her nerve.