Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) (9 page)

“Oh,
just my thigh.” She sighed and started to stretch it out. “I tried some new
machine at the Exercise Arena today.” Which was what the Kindred called their
on-ship gyms. “Must have pulled something because it hurts like H E double
hockey sticks when I move a certain way.”

“It
hurts like what?” Stav looked more concerned than ever. “I have seen the Earth
sport Hockey. Does it feel like someone is beating you with those curving
sticks they use?”

“No.”
Charlie had to keep herself from laughing. “I didn’t mean it that way. It’s a
nice way to say it hurts like hell—that’s all. It’s bound to get better after I
stretch it out some.” She moved her leg again experimentally and winced. “But
for now it’s still sore.”

“Let
me see,” Stavros said, motioning for her to sit on the bed beside him.

“Why?”
There’s nothing to see—I pulled a muscle, that’s all.”

“Let
me see anyway.” He frowned. “Remember, I have some training as a medic. What if
it’s more serious than you know? It’s better that I examine you.”

“Well…all
right.” Charlie shrugged. “But I’m telling you, there’s nothing to see.”

Despite
feeling like it was no big deal, she couldn’t help the way her heart sped up
when she settled on the bed and lifted the hem of her deep red nighty to let
him look. The color was almost burgundy and it looked good with her blonde hair
and pale skin. It also had a small pair of silky burgundy panties to go with
it.

“Hmm…”
Stav slipped off the bed and knelt before her, insinuating his broad shoulder
right between her thighs. It reminded Charlie of the way he liked to taste her
and she could feel herself getting hot and bothered at the thought.

Comfort, he needs comfort right now,
she
reminded herself. But when he ran his big, warm hands up and down her bare
thighs, she had to bite her lip. God, that felt
amazing.
And when he leaned forward to get a closer look at her
thigh, she could feel his hot breath blowing over the crotch of her panties,
making her pussy feel wet and swollen.

Then
his big fingers brushed over the tender spot in her thigh and she gasped.

“Hurts
here?” He looked up at her questioningly.

Charlie
nodded. “That…that’s the spot,” she said rather breathlessly. “But I’ve tried
massaging it and stretching it already—I think it’ll just have to wear itself
out.”

“Or
I could bite you,” Stav murmured, stroking the sore spot on her thigh. “I know
you’re tender,
Falinda,
so I
promise I’ll be careful. You’ll barely feel it as I slide my fangs into your
flesh.”

His words made Charlie shiver with desire. She’d
had a secret vampire fetish since she was a teenager and had read her first
Anne Rice book. After that, she had devoured anything vampire related and the
fact that her man had fangs was a huge turn on for her. Still, she tried to
remind herself that he was only healing her, giving and receiving comfort, not
looking for sex.

“Sure,” she said, trying to smile. “As long as
you’re gentle.”

“You know I will be.” Bending over her, he kissed
her hurt thigh lightly. “Sometimes I wish I still had my Curse—just so I could
feel any ache or pain you might have and heal you right away. You should have
told me you were hurting earlier, Charlotte.”

“I don’t want to bother you with every little ache
and pain I ever get,” Charlie protested.

“But I
want
you to.” He was nuzzling her
thigh gently now, rubbing his scratchy cheek against her tender flesh. It was a
Kindred thing, Charlie had learned—a way of scent marking their partner. Since
the Kindred sense of smell was so much stronger than what humans possessed,
scents were very important to them.

“Well then…heal me,” she whispered. The feel of his
hot breath and his rough cheek against her inner thigh was driving her wild.

“It will be my very great pleasure,
Falinda,”
he
murmured, kissing her thigh lightly. Then he opened his mouth, letting his
fangs extend to their greatest length.

Charlie shivered to see the long, curving double
set of fangs on either side of his mouth with the blue droplets of essence
already beading at their tips.
I have to try not to come when he bites me,
she
told herself.
It’s not about sex this time—it’s about healing and comfort.

At that moment Stav sank his sharp points deep into
the tender flesh of her thigh. As he had promised, it was a smooth, almost
painless entry. Though Charlie tried to steel herself for the effects of his
essence, she was helpless to stop the lust and need that overwhelmed her. A
whip crack orgasm raced through her, turning her nipples to hard little points
and making her pussy liquid with desire.

She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that
filled her throat and grabbed fistfuls of the bedspread on either side of her
to stop from threading her fingers through Stav’s hair.
Oh God…so good…so
good!
The pleasure went on and on, racing through her, stroking her like a
big, warm hand that had somehow found its way under her very skin to the core
of her desire.

After what seemed like an eternity of breathless
panting and silent moaning on her part, Stavros withdrew his fangs, sliding
them out of her thigh as smoothly and painlessly as he had slid them in.
Charlie breathed a sigh of relief as the pleasure coursing through her ended.
God, she hadn’t known how much more she could take before she started begging
him to take her! Normally it wouldn’t be a problem but she was still trying to
be sensitive to his needs.

“My, my,” Stav murmured. He was still between her
thighs and he seemed to be frowning at something.

“What…what is it?” Charlie asked uncertainly. The
place he had bitten her was already healed, sealed when he licked her to rid
her of the small wounds. So what was he staring at?

“Well, it seems that healing your thigh had an
unintended effect.” He ran one long finger down the slit at the center of her
pussy. “Your panties are soaked, Charlie.”

Charlie bit her lip as she looked down to where he
was pointing. It was true that the burgundy silk of the panties she wore was
damp and clinging to her mound. The thin, wet material clearly outlined her wet
pussy lips and even the little bump of her clit which was peeping out from
between them.

“God,” she whispered and had to fight the urge to
close her legs. For years she’d felt self conscious about the way she got so
wet when she was aroused. The first man she’d ever slept with had been
disgusted by it and hadn’t been shy about letting her know how he felt. Charlie
had developed a real complex about the way her body reacted to pleasure—so much
so that she’d never allowed another man to taste her pussy. That is, until
Stavros came along.

Like all Kindred, he not only loved to go down on
his female—he
needed
to. And as a Blood Kindred, he had a special
affinity for women who got especially wet. There was even a word for a girl
like her—
numala
or “liquid pussy” in the Kindred tongue.

“Beautiful,” Stavros breathed, his warm breath
ghosting over her wet pussy. “So beautiful the way you get so wet,
Falinda.”

Charlie squirmed and bit her lip. Knowing that Stav
loved how wet she got helped her get over her fear of being tasted, but there
was still a lingering discomfort in realizing how obvious her desire was.

“It seems to me you might be ruining these little
panties,” Stav murmured, stroking over her slit with one fingertip again.
“Perhaps I should slip them off and clean you up a little with my tongue.”

“Do…do you want to?” It was still a minor
revelation to Charlie how much he loved doing this. Probably because her first
boyfriend had been so vocal in his dislike of it.

“How can you ask me that?” Stav was already
reaching up to strip the clinging panties down her legs. Charlie lifted her
hips to help him get them off. “I
always
want to taste you,
Falinda,”
he murmured, looking into her eyes. “I think about it all the time.”

He got the panties off and tossed them aside before
turning his full attention back to her naked pussy. Charlie had just recently
had a wax and she was completely bare—a fact that made her feel even more
vulnerable than her excessive wetness.

“Gods,” he muttered hoarsely. “You’re so gorgeous
like this—naked and wet and spread open for me. And I don’t think I’ve ever
seen you completely without hair.”

“I wanted to try something different.” Charlie shrugged
a little. “You like it?”

“I like anything to do with tasting your pussy, you
know that,” Stav growled softly. “But right now I need to clean you up. You’ve
got honey everywhere.”

“I…I know.” Charlie looked down at her plump, naked
pussy lips and bit her lip. They were swollen with need and shiny with her
juices. “I can’t help it,” she whispered. “When you bit me and injected your
essence…”

“I know. I felt you coming.” Stav looked up at her,
his eyes half-lidded with desire. “I felt your pleasure as my own. You don’t
need to be ashamed of it.”

“I…” Charlie wasn’t sure what to say. But just then
Stavros shut her up by bending his head and licking her pussy in a long, slow
stroke using the flat of his tongue. “Ohhhhh,” she gasped, her head falling
back as his warm, wet tongue dragged over her sensitive flesh.

“Relax,
Falinda,”
she heard him say. “Just
open your thighs and let me taste you.”

“Stav!” she moaned as he licked her again and then
again. At first the strokes were broad and long, covering the entire length of
her pussy slit, bathing her outer pussy with warmth. But then Stav put his big
hands on her thighs and parted her with his thumbs.

“Gods, your little clit is so perfect,” he
whispered hoarsely. Then he ducked his head again and sucked the throbbing pink
pearl between his lips.

Charlie moaned as she felt him circling her
sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. Stav was always so gentle when he did
this and yet he somehow managed to convey great urgency—as though he loved her
taste and couldn’t get enough.

Unable to hold still, Charlie wove her fingers
through his thick, wild mane and pulled him closer, bucking her hips up
shamelessly to meet his mouth.

“Stav,” she heard herself babbling. “Oh God,
Stav…don’t stop…
don’t stop!”

And just at that moment he stopped.

“Stav!”
she wailed, opening her eyes and looking down at
him. “What the—”

“I think you’re all cleaned up now.” He looked up
at her, his indigo eyes teasing. His entire mouth and jaw were wet with her
juices and as she watched, he slowly licked his lips as though savoring her
taste.

“Stav, I swear to God, if you leave me wanting like
this…What the hell are you doing?” Charlie demanded, feeling so frustrated she
could almost cry. She’d been so
close.

“I’m teaching you a little lesson. You’ve been
thinking about how I only wanted comfort from you, not sex.”

“You heard that?” Charlie bit her lip. Their bond
was still so knew she sometimes forgot that Stav could catch her private
thoughts sometimes as well as the ones she sent him.

“I couldn’t help it,” he said dryly. “You think
very loudly—you always have.”

“I can’t help that,” Charlie said defensively. “And
anyway, you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping.”

“It’s not eavesdropping to hear thoughts that are
projected directly into my mind. Besides…” Stav sat up and cupped her cheek.
“You should know that
sex with you
is
a great comfort,
Falinda
. Making love with you, holding you in my arms and my heart at the same
time…it replenishes me. It restores my soul.”

Charlie smiled.

“That’s very poetic of you, honey. It makes me feel
kinda bad—I wasn’t thinking of ‘replenishing my soul’—I’m just horny. But I
didn’t want to be pushy about it.”

“Be as ‘pushy’ as you want. I’ll always want you,”
Stav murmured. He leaned forward and nuzzled against her breasts but this time
he was definitely seeking more than comfort. Charlie moaned softly as she felt
his hot breath against her nipples through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

“In that case I’ll be pushy enough to say I want
you too. No, not just want you—I
need
you. Inside me,” Charlie told him
bluntly. “I need your fangs in my throat and your cock deep in my pussy. I need
it
now.”

A low growl of desire rose in his throat and
suddenly he was up off the floor and onto the bed with her. Before she could
say another word, he had scooped her into his arms and was sitting on the edge
of the bed with her straddling his lean hips.

“Stav!” she gasped breathlessly as he reached
between them to push down his sleep trousers, baring his long, thick shaft.

“Charlotte,”
he murmured in return. “Tell me now if you do not want this because I can’t
hold back much longer.”

“I want it,” Charlie assured him, looking into his
half-lidded eyes, blazing with lust. “I want it so much I’m going to scream if
you don’t give it to me.”