Unleashed by the Defender – Brides of the Kindred Read online Evangeline Anderson

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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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Deciding that she might as well get to bed, Imani turned her back on the big Kindred to shimmy into the silky white nightgown Kat had packed her.

Not for the first time, she wished she had insisted on packing a few of her own clothes as well. Her usual sleepwear consisted of an oversized t-shirt and cotton granny panties that went nearly up to her belly button.

The nightgown and panties that Kat had given her, couldn’t have been more different. They were both made of some silky, diaphanous material which showed her chocolate brown skin easily—especially the dark points of her nipples, which pressed against the thin fabric in a way that was much too enticing. At least if the way J’are was eying her was any indication.

The panties were short and sweet—not nearly as tiny as the formal panties she had to wear when she went out in society—but a far cry from her comfy granny panties, Imani thought with regret. They barely covered the top of her mound—which she’d had to shave in order to look good in the Yonnite formal wear—and were whisper thin, just like the gown.

She got into the nightclothes, well aware that J’are was watching her every move, and then turned around to face him.

“Well,” she said as brightly as she could. “Let’s go to bed now—okay?”

But the big Kindred shook his head.

“Scenting now.” His voice was a low, lustful growl that sent shivers down Imani’s spine.

“Uh, now?” She looked at him uncertainly. “I thought—”

But before she could finish her sentence, he was leaning down and pressing his face to the sensitive side of her neck.

Imani gave a little squeak of surprise as he inhaled deeply, his scratchy cheek rubbing against her throat and then the nape of her neck. This had always been a sensitive area for her and she tried not to gasp as she felt his hot breath on her there.

So this was what “scenting” was. Imani tried to calm her suddenly thundering heart.

It’s okay, she told herself. He just wants to smell you—that’s all. No doubt it’s an animal thing—a Nightwalker thing.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t just her neck the big Kindred wanted to smell. And he wasn’t just smelling, Imani realized as he dropped to his knees and pressed his face between her breasts. Though he was inhaling deeply, as if he was trying to memorize her personal scent, he was also rubbing his cheeks and mouth against her skin—through her nightgown, of course—as though he was trying to mark her with his scent as well.

Imani gasped when he rubbed against her nipples. The thin fabric of the gown felt almost like it wasn’t there at all when his scratchy cheeks pressed against her sensitive peaks.

“Oh, J’are!” she exclaimed and put her hands to his head, feeling the silky-rough brush of his buzz-cut hair against her palms as she tried to warn him to be careful.

J’are seemed to realize he was rubbing a very sensitive area because he turned his head and used his mouth instead, pressing his lips to her tight points and making Imani gasp all over again.

He looked up at her as he did it, holding her eyes with his. Slowly, he opened his mouth to envelope one ripe peak in his hot mouth. He sucked gently and Imani felt the hot brush of his tongue through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

“Oh! No, J’are.” She shook her head quickly. “No, we…we can’t do that,” she protested.

The big Kindred gave a final suck and then allowed her nipple to slip from his mouth slowly.

“Only scenting and holding,” he said, as though reminding himself. “No tasting. Not yet.”

“Not…not yet,” Imani repeated breathlessly, though she knew she ought to be saying not ever. She stroked her fingers over his short, silky hair. “Not yet, baby,” she murmured.

J’are nodded.

“Later,” he repeated in a soft rumble, before ducking his head to rub his bristly cheek against her belly.

“J’are…” Imani heard herself protesting, her voice high and uncertain. And then he was pressing his cheek even lower, and she could feel him rubbing against her mound.

The soft scratch of his stubble against her recently shaved pussy sent a quiver through Imani’s insides.

“Now, J’are…” she said again, warningly as he rubbed his cheek against her and then turned to use his mouth. He pressed his lips to her slit in what looked like a reverent kiss, though she had an idea he was scent-marking her again somehow—like a cat marking its territory.

“J’are…” This time her voice was almost a moan as she felt her outer pussy lips part under his gentle assault and his hot breath against the throbbing button of her clit. Even through the double layers of her nightgown and panties, it seemed to burn her—to set her on fire. J’are didn’t attempt to lick or suck her again, but he didn’t stop pressing his mouth to her open pussy either, rubbing against her and breathing her in at the same time.



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