Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) (34 page)

“Stop!” Trin gasped. “Oh,
Goddess, you know…you know that’s so
wrong.”

But if it was really so wrong,
why did her body react so strongly to his hot, dirty words? Why did her hips
roll up to meet him…why did her pleasure suddenly reach a peak and explode,
making her cry out and ball her hands into fists as her toes curled and her
back arched? Why did she come so hard, her pussy gripping the carved heart’s
blood phallus and why did she wish so much that it had been Thrace’s shaft that made her come?

“That’s right, baby,” she heard
him said in a low, hungry growl. “That’s right, come for me. Just let yourself
go and come for me.”

Trin had no choice. She couldn’t
stop herself—didn’t
want
to stop
herself. She just wanted to ride the crest of pleasure as it washed her away
and let her throbbing body explode in a rush of light as Thrace stroked her and talked to
her. She just wanted to let go and come for him.

Chapter
Twenty-four

At last the pleasure seemed to
ease and Trin began to float slowly down from the intense orgasm she’d had.
Still between her legs, Thrace
watched her face for signs that she was coming back to herself.

Gods, she was beautiful when she
came! He couldn’t help replaying the moment of her orgasm in his mind. The way
her hands had fisted and her toes had curled—her back arching and her breathing
coming in long, breathless moans. Her eyes squeezed shut and her full breasts
heaving, her nipples tight points of desire as dark as ripe, luscious berries.
And the sight of the heart’s blood phallus buried deep in her pussy—invading
her, opening her in the way he wanted to do himself—was incredibly hot.

So hot that he had come himself
at the same time, just from opening her and the slight friction of rubbing
against the side of the sleeping platform as he watched her lose control. And
as he came, he felt something inside himself changing—shifting irrevocably onto
a new path.

He had reached what some Havoc
called the
Crux—
the point of no
return.

Coming together like that with
her sweet honey still on his lips had been what tipped him over the edge, and Thrace
knew it. The
Crux
was what all Havoc
males feared and tried to avoid. The irrevocable commitment of mind, body, and
soul to a female. It didn’t always happen when a Havoc broke his vow not to
seek bonding with a female and gave his heart but when it did, it was
undeniable and completely irreversible.

He’d thought he was lost before
but now…now he really was. With the
Crux
reached,
he was completely hers in every way. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to be
sorry for it. He was more concerned about Trin.

He wondered if he had gone too
far, speaking his fantasies aloud to her while she was on the brink of coming.
And yet, his forbidden words hadn’t seemed to dampen her desire. If anything,
it seemed she had come harder and faster once he started talking, started
telling her what he wished he could do to her.

“Thrace?” Her soft voice drew his
attention from the blood red phallus still inside her up to her face.

“Yes?” He looked up at her and
saw an expression of uncertainty on her lovely features. “What’s wrong, baby?”
he murmured.

“It’s still in me.” She nodded
down at the phallus. “Can you…take it out?”

“Of course.” He slid the phallus
out smoothly and laid it back on the velvet bag. Then, seeing that she needed
reassurance, he got on the bed beside her and took her in his arms. “Everything
okay?”

“Now it is.” She nuzzled against
him, pressing her soft cheek to his chest and inhaling deeply, taking in his
scent. “How do you always know just how to calm me down? How to make me feel
good?” she murmured.

He wondered if he should tell
her. Let her know what had happened just now—that he had reached the
Crux
when they came together.

“I’m attuned to you now,” he
said, trying to keep it simple. “My body is in sync with yours. It knows what
you need and strives to give it to you.”

“What does that mean…attuned?”
Trin whispered, rubbing her cheek against his chest again. He loved the feel of
her in his arms—the way she curled against him so trustingly.

“It means, Mistress, that you’ve
broken through my barriers,” he rumbled, looking down at her. “Though it is not
the Havoc way, my body is preparing to bond with yours—to tie us together
forever.”

“What? But in order to bond with
me you’d have to—” Trin tried to push away from him but he wouldn’t let her.

“Take it easy, Trin. Yes, in
order to bond with you I’d have to penetrate you and fill you with my seed. But
you know I’m not going to do that. I’m just telling you what my body is
preparing for. That doesn’t mean it’s going to get what it wants.”

He tried to keep his voice
light—to not let her immediate anxiety about the idea of being bound to him
hurt him.
She doesn’t want to bond with
any male,
he reminded himself sternly.
It’s
not just you.

“But…you wouldn’t really
want
to do that to me, would you? I
mean, physically, sure but not
cognitively?”
she asked, still looking panicked. “I mean, if what the slaver at the Flesh
Bazaar said, that would half your lifetime and you don’t want
that
.”

“That’s not exactly how it
works,” he said, frowning. “But no—I don’t want that. Not if you don’t.”

“You know how I feel about it,”
Trin said quickly. “I agreed to let you use your…your tongue and fingers. And
the phallus. Nothing else.”

“Nothing else,” Thrace
echoed. “And that was what I did—I kept strictly to the rules you laid down,
Mistress. I would never penetrate you if you were unwilling to be penetrated. I
have sworn as much to you before.”

“All right. Well then…”

“I was simply telling you why I
know how to comfort you…why I know what your body needs almost before you need
it. It’s because my body is attuned to yours—ready to do anything necessary to
make you mine.”

“And this just happened? I mean,
the way your body…wants mine?” She sounded uncertain but not quite as
frightened which was good.

Thrace
sighed. “We call it the
Crux—
the point of no return. It’s been
coming on for a while—I knew it but I couldn’t seem to stop it. Sucking your
nipples last night and making you come, then holding you in my arms as we
slept…all of that contributed. And now, licking you and touching you…tasting
your honey right from the source…penetrating you with the shaft… All of that and
watching you come made me so fucking hot that I came too. That last was
probably the trigger.” He shook his head. “And now I know I’m lost.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, I’m yours, Mistress. I
would do anything for you…and hold nothing back.”

He meant it too—he hoped she
could see it in his eyes. There was nothing he wouldn’t do, nothing he wouldn’t
give. She had been his mistress in name only before this, but something had
changed when she trusted herself to him, when she allowed him to penetrate her
with his tongue and taste her honey right from the source. And when he came
with her, his fate was sealed and the
Crux
was reached.

Now there was no longer any
pretense about it—she truly was his mistress and would be always, even if they
concluded this deal and he never saw her again. He was hers—her slave in spirit
and body as well as in name. Truly, it was the worst thing that could happen to
a Havoc and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to feel upset about it.

We
do not bond,
he thought,
stroking her hair as he looked into her lovely dark eyes.
But oh, Mistress…oh, Trin…if only you would let me I would do it—I
would bond you to me, bind us together forever as one…

Trin seemed to understand his
meaning because her eyes grew wide and a soft “Oh…” escaped her lips. “Thrace,”
she murmured, looking up at him. “Thrace, I—”

“Well, isn’t this a touching
scene.”

The new voice in the room made
both of them jump. Thrace
was up in a heartbeat, looking around for the intruder, ready to defend his
female.

“I’m here.” The blue viewscreen
flickered, showing the face of Lady Tam-tam looking at them.

“What in the Seven Hells?” Thrace
got between the screen and Trin, trying to hide her nakedness.

“Don’t bother yelling at me,
slave—these rooms aren’t wired for sound,” their hostess said. “Dear me, no! I
like to give my guests
some
privacy.
I just wanted to tell you that I quite enjoyed the show you just put on and
invite you to my private viewing room for a, ah…little proposition.”

“Her private viewing room?” Trin
looked at him and then frowned at the viewscreen. “Why does she want us there?”

“You can come at once,” Lady
Tam-tam said, before Thrace
could speculate. “And please keep things quiet—I don’t want everyone knowing
about my little viewing hobby.” She giggled like a naughty school girl. “Just
follow these directions…” A set of complicated directions that seemed to
involve a lot of back passages and hidden staircases flashed up on the screen. “And
I’ll see you in a few minutes. Bye!”

The screen went dark and Lady
Tam-tam was gone.

* * * * *

“What does she want with us? And
was she really watching everything we did just now?” Trin felt sick with
embarrassment at the thought. She knew cognitively that they were under
surveillance but knowing it and having it rubbed in her face were two different
things. For some reason since it wasn’t night time and the viewscreen hadn’t
been glowing blue she’d thought they had complete privacy.
Apparently not,
whispered the little voice in her brain
sarcastically.

“I don’t think we have a choice.”
Thrace
frowned, his face like a thundercloud. He looked at her. “I think we have to
go.”

“I think so too,” Trin admitted.
“Um…just let me get dressed.”

“I need to change too.” He
looked down at the black loincloth which was sticking to him. “Need to get
cleaned up.”

Trin bit her lip as she saw the
evidence of what he’d said—that he had come at the same time she did and it had
somehow tied him to her.
I’m attuned to
you now,
he’d said.
You’ve broken
through my barriers.

How had she done that? And was
it a good thing or a bad thing that it had happened?

Before she could answer her own
question, Thrace
was getting off the bed and going to the fresher to change into a new pair of
black leather slave trousers. Trin huddled on the bed, still thinking.

He had admitted he wanted to
bond with her—and had further admitted that in order to form such a bond he
would have to penetrate her with his shaft and come inside her. Of course, he had
promised not to do that, but still, just the fact that he
wanted
to made her uneasy.

Is
that what’s really making you nervous?
asked the snarky little voice in her head.
Or is it the fact that the idea of him penetrating you with his shaft
doesn’t seem so horrifying or awful as it once did? Admit it, Trin—when he was
whispering how he wanted to fill you with himself, it was making you incredibly
hot. So hot it made you come with that damn phallus inside you!

She blushed with shame at the
memory but not all the blood rushing to her cheeks was due to guilt. She had to
confess to herself that some of it was sexual desire—the forbidden image Thrace
had put into her head still made her hot, no matter how hard she tried to push
it away.

She was still huddled in the
center of the sleeping platform in a ball when the big Havoc came back into the
room looking clean and refreshed.

“Mistress?” He frowned at her.
“Are you all right?”

“I…I’m fine,” Trin lied.

“No, you’re not. What is it? Why
aren’t you ready?” He sat beside her on the bed and put a hand on her knee.

“I…” Trin sat up, her nerves
tingling from his touch. “I just…”

“Oh, I see the problem.” Her
thighs had fallen open when she sat up and Thrace looked between her legs with
half-lidded eyes.

“What problem?” Trin looked down
at herself and saw to her deep embarrassment that her bare pussy and inner
thighs were still wet and slippery with her juices.

“How can you get ready if I
haven’t done my duty and cleaned you up as a good slave should?” Thrace
rumbled. “Forgive me, Mistress—allow me to make amends.”

“You…you don’t have to. I
don’t—”

Before she could finish he was
crouched between her legs, lapping her inner thighs with long, slow strokes of
his hot, wet tongue.

“Thrace!” she protested. “You don’t
have to do that!”

“Of course, I do.” He looked up
for a moment, his eyes blazing. “It was remiss of me not to do it earlier. A
good slave always cleans his Mistress after giving her pleasure.”

“We don’t have time for this. We
have to go,” Trin protested. She tangled her fingers in his thick, blue-black
hair, wanting to push him away but somehow she couldn’t seem to do it. His
tongue on her skin felt too good…too
right
.

Thrace
put a hand on her trembling belly and
stroked her soothingly.

“Lay back, Mistress and let me
tend to you,” he murmured. “It will only take a moment and then we’ll get you
dressed and ready to go.”

I
shouldn’t…
And yet somehow,
she was.

Uncertainly, Trin allowed
herself to relax back against the pillows and watch as he spread her legs wide
for the second time and went to work again, cleaning the honey from her thighs
with long, slow strokes of his tongue. He cleaned them thoroughly and then
lapped her pussy as well, dragging the flat of his tongue over her swollen
outer lips gently but firmly, making her squirm and moan.

“Thrace,” she whispered
breathlessly. “You really don’t have to…”