Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) (54 page)

Thrace
,
however, seemed to take a different meaning from her movements—or maybe he was
simply ready to move lower.

“She
hurt you here, too.” One big warm hand brushed lightly over Trin’s bare ass,
making her gasp and jump.

“Yes…she
did,” she admitted a bit breathlessly. “No…no place was spared.” When she turned
her head, she saw him watching her.

“Can
I heal you here?” he asked softly.

This
time Trin felt no hesitation.

“Yes,
she whispered. “Yes, please.”

“My
pleasure, Mistress,” he growled softly and her heart jumped again.

“You
don’t have to call me that anymore…you took off the collar,” she reminded him
as he dragged his tongue over the rounded curve of her buttocks.

His
eyes blazed as he licked her again. “I didn’t want to. And now I wish to show
you how much I feel for you…how devoted I am.”

“And
how…how do you want to show me that?” Trin whispered, still watching him as he
finished healing her.

“First
of all by healing all of you—your inner thighs too.” Thrace gave her a meaningful look
and turned her over gently but firmly so that she was once more on her back.
“Will you let me do that, Mistress? Will you allow me to heal you everywhere?”

Trin’s
breath seemed to catch in her throat. Should she let him?

“Yes,”
she said, not giving the mean little voice in the back of her head time to
protest. “Yes, I…I want that.”

“That’s
good, Mistress. Because I need to heal you now.”

Hooking
his arms under her half-bent knees, Thrace dragged her to the end of
the bed and sank down before her. Trin moaned as he split her wide, opening her
thighs for him to expose the last of the cruel, red welts that had covered her
skin.

“Oh,
baby…” Thrace’s
deep voice was sorrowful when he saw the evil marks
of the
hrakka
. “This
is…she really scratched you up bad. Even here.” One long finger touched briefly
on Trin’s outer pussy lips and she jumped and moaned softly.

“Yes,
I…I know,” she whispered. “Can…do you think you can heal me?”

“I
know I can. Here more than anywhere else. And I’ll be gentle—I swear it.”

“I
know you will,” Trin whispered. Daring greatly, she spread her thighs a little
wider, even though the action opened her pussy lips as well. “Go on,” she
breathed. “Heal me, Thrace.”

With
a low groan that sounded suspiciously like her name, he leaned forward and
dragged his hot, wet tongue gently over the tender flesh of her inner thighs.

Trin
moaned breathlessly as he bathed her thighs with his tongue, lapping gently,
tracing the cruel lines to make them disappear. She could feel the cool
tingling, followed by a heat that seemed to consume her like a flame—a need
that was growing inside her with each caressing stroke of his tongue.

Then
Thrace
looked up at her, his mouth hovering just above her bare pussy mound.

“Mistress,”
he growled softly. “I need to heal you here too.”

“Just…just
on the outside?” she asked, feeling like her heart was racing twice as fast as
it should. “Only…only where I was scratched?”

“Only
there,” he promised softly. “I swear it, Mistress.”

“Yes,”
Trin whispered, not letting herself consider it any further. “Yes, do it…
please.”

With
a low growl, he bent his head and dragged the flat of his tongue over her outer
pussy lips.

Goddess!
Trin
moaned and fisted her hands in the blue comforter on either side of her. His
mouth on her felt so hot and wet and perfect—exactly as she remembered it and
yet somehow, so much more intense. Maybe it was because the healing essence he
was making was causing her to be more sensitive or maybe it was just that she
wanted him so much she could barely hold still. But for whatever reason, her
hips were suddenly thrusting all over the bed.

Thrace
let her
thrust but kept a firm grip on her thighs. He kept up his steady licking and
lapping, first on one side of her outer pussy lips and then the other. But then
Trin’s restless movements had an unexpected effect. When the big Havoc bent to
drag the flat of his tongue from the bottom of one puffy outer lip to the top
of her thigh, Trin’s motions made him miss. His tongue was already extended,
ready to heal her in the only way he could. But instead of landing on her outer
pussy, Trin’s movement pressed it right against her center.

Her
pussy lips were already swollen and hot with need, parting on their own to show
her berry-dark inner cunt, slick and hot with her honey, so there was nothing
to stop him. Nothing to hold him back when his tongue at last connected with
her bare inner folds and dragged up to her aching clit.

Thrace
groaned
low in his throat and Trin moaned breathlessly as his tongue made contact with
her open pussy. For a moment they both froze. Clearly, though he couldn’t bear
to do it himself, Thrace
expected her to pull back. And indeed, the little voice in her head was
shouting that she should pull back, that this was
wrong.

Not wrong,
Trin
told it.
Not wrong with the male I love!

With
a soft moan, she pressed forward instead, grinding against his tongue, pressing
her pussy to his mouth as she had the first time he tasted her back on Yonnie
Six.

Her
motions seemed to set off something inside of Thrace. With a low growl, he
wrapped his arms around her thighs and surged forward, lashing her clit almost
frantically with his tongue.

Trin
cried out softly as his hot, wet mouth tortured her throbbing clit sweetly. She
hadn’t known it up until now, but her body had been missing him—missing him
terribly. Missing his warm, enveloping hugs, the strength of his hard body
against hers, his dark, spicy scent…but most of all missing the pleasure he
gave her when he touched her and tasted her in just the right way. As Thrace
continued to bathe her clit with his tongue and lap her juices, she felt like a
woman dying of thirst in the desert who has finally been given a drink of
water.

Shamelessly,
she wound her fingers through his hair and dragged him closer. The big Havoc
came willingly, burying his face between her thighs, lapping and
sucking…tracing her clit with the tip of his tongue one minute and then
thrusting deep into her pussy the next to drink her honey right from the
source.

It
had been so long since she’d experienced pleasure instead of pain between her
thighs that Trin felt herself hovering on the edge of coming almost at once.
Her clit was throbbing from the way he traced it and her pussy got wetter and
wetter as he licked her. But there was something she needed…something missing
to push her over the edge…to finally make her come.

“Thrace!”
she wailed, pulling his hair. “Thrace,
I need…I need…I don’t know what I need!”

“I
do.” Looking up briefly, he held up two fingers so that she could see them. “Is
this what you want…what you need?”

It
wasn’t
exactly
what she needed but
Trin was still afraid to ask for that. She nodded her assent and thrust her
hips towards him eagerly.

“Please,”
she told him in a half-moan. “Please, yes…”

Thrace
entered
her smoothly with two long, thick fingers, driving to the end of her channel in
one deep thrust.

Trin
wailed with pleasure as she felt him pressed against the end of her channel. Then
he sucked her clit into his mouth and began teasing it again as he fingerfucked
her open pussy, making her moan and writhe all over the bed as her orgasm at
last crashed over her.

Oh Goddess, too much…too good!
The
pleasure peaked inside her, made all the better by his deep penetration, though
she couldn’t help wishing there was something thicker inside her.

Something more like his cock, you mean?
whispered
the judgmental little voice.

Yes, exactly…his shaft inside me, filling
me, taking me…
Trin thought, still delirious with lust. She was still riding
the waves of pleasure and the mean little voice seemed much fainter while she
was coming—almost as if it didn’t matter at all.

It
shouldn’t
matter,
she told herself firmly.
I
should ignore it…banish it forever and never listen to it again! After all, I
belong to the Kindred Goddess now—the Mother of All Life—and she approves of
love between males and females. Why should I not give in and enjoy the pleasure
of Thrace’s
touch? The pleasure of letting him fill me…

As
if reading her mind, Thrace
finally stopped lapping and sucking and looked up from between her thighs.

“Gods,
you taste so delicious,” he growled, licking his lips which were wet with her
juices. “I could taste you all night, baby.”

“I’d
like that,” Trin whispered breathlessly. “But I wish…wish we could do more than
just tasting.”

His
eyes blazed with interest. “And what exactly is it you want to do?”

“Well,
I was thinking…” Trin blushed, unable to make herself go on. After a lifetime
of being taught it was wrong to let a male penetrate her, how could she
actually
ask
him to make love to her
now? And how would he feel about it if she did ask?

Thrace
got up
and came to sit beside her on the bed.

“Hey,”
he murmured, putting an arm around her. “Do you remember what I told you about
how the medicine Commander Sylvan gave me was best for bonded couples?”

“Yes…and?”
Trin looked up at him, wondering where he was going with this.

“And
so I was thinking, maybe if we renewed our bond it might be more effective. I
mean, I don’t know for sure but it
might
help.”

“Renew
our bond? How?” Trin’s breathing was coming faster again and she was very aware
of his big, warm body so close to her smaller, naked one.

“The
same way we bonded in the first place,” he murmured.

“You
mean…” Her heart started to pound. “By letting you penetrate me?”

Slowly,
he nodded. “Of course, I know how upset you were last time when we were
suddenly in each other’s heads. But if you didn’t like it when we were
finished, you could always block me again.”

“I
seem to be good at that, don’t I?” Trin asked softly. “It’s the
unblocking
I have no idea about.”

“Well,
this is the way to do it…if you want to.” He cupped her cheek in one hand and
looked into her eyes. “If you want to let me in.”

Trin
knew he was talking about more than just letting him into her body…his whole
heart was in his eyes when he spoke. She knew the courage it must have taken to
lay himself bare to her when she had already rejected him once, back when he
first came for her at the temple.

She
bit her lip, considering…should she do this? Before she’d had no choice in the
matter—it was let Thrace
penetrate her or die of the passion berry wine. But if she did this now it
would be absolutely voluntary and deliberate on her part. She would be asking a
male to penetrate her—to fill her with his shaft and thrust deep in her pussy
until he bathed her inner cunt with his seed. After everything she’d endured
for partaking in this act once, was she really ready to do it again?

Disgusting…a
disgrace…blasphemer…sacrilege!
howled the voice of guilt inside her. For
a moment Trin wanted to shrink away from Thrace’s touch…to go hide and keep
her shameful urges to herself.

But
then Nadiah’s words came back to her, whispering like the fresh, clean smelling
breeze that had blown through the trees of the Sacred Grove.
“The Goddess approves of love between those
she has brought together,”
she had said. And hadn’t she clearly brought
Trin and Thrace
together? They came from two races which did not mix with the opposite sex if
at all possible and yet…she loved him as she had never loved anyone else. And
the look in his silver-blue eyes spoke of the feelings he had for her as well.

How
else could they have come together except by divine intervention? And why else
would the Goddess lift the blood curse and send Trin to Thrace to be cured of her wounds if
she didn’t intend for them to stay together?

I love him,
Trin
thought.
And being with him…bonding with
him is the best way to show it.

She
still wasn’t completely sure he would stay, even if they did renew their bond.
He had talked about packing and going after she was healed and had also pointed
out that she could block him again if she wanted to. So maybe he was just
offering to try once more to heal her before he left…

“Sorry.”
Thrace’s
deep voice broke her train of thought. “I shouldn’t have suggested it.
Should’ve known how you’d feel about letting me do that to you again after what
you learned about my past.”

“Thrace,
no…” Clearly he’d misinterpreted her lengthy silence. “Why would you say that?”
she asked softly.