Falling for Kindred Claus Page 18

  “I…I don’t know,” Lisa whispered. “I mean, that’s right on my pussy, Asher. Healing me there would mean putting your tongue right inside me.”

  “Exactly,” he rumbled, his deep voice hungry. “And healing you would probably involve licking you over and over there. Again and again and again.”

  Lisa’s breath seemed to catch in her throat.

  “And…and you want to do that? To…to lick me there over and over? You don’t think that would be, uh, unprofessional?”

  The big Kindred gave her a half-lidded look.

  “On the contrary, nothing could be more professional than for me to heal you and take care of you. As I have said, you are my responsibility.”

  “Well, if you’re sure it’s okay…” Lisa whispered.

  He nodded. “More than okay, sweetheart. Now spread your legs wide for me and let me in. Let me lick your soft little pussy and heal you until you feel completely better.” He gave her a hungry look. “And I’m not going to stop until you tell me to.”

  Then he lowered his face to her again and took another long, hot lick directly over her open pussy folds.

  Lisa moaned and spread her thighs wider for him, opening for him as he had directed, offering herself completely to the hot feeling of his tongue exploring her inner folds and lapping over her aching clit. God, she’d never been with a man who was half as good as Asher at doing this—and she’d certainly never been with anyone who enjoyed it half so much.

  She still couldn’t quite believe she was doing this—spreading herself wide and letting a man she hadn’t known this time yesterday go down on her. But somehow it felt right—not to mention mind-blowingly pleasurable. As his hot tongue stroked over her open folds again and again and her fingers found their way into his thick black hair to urge him on, Lisa thought she never wanted it to end.

  Gods, her honey was sweet! Asher’s cock and fangs both throbbed as she spread herself for him and let him lick her until she moaned.

  The sounds of her pleasure, the sweet and salty taste of her juices, the way she was tugging at his hair as though to urge him on, and the hot feminine scent of her arousal all combined to make him hotter than he could ever remember being in his life.

  He loved the way Lisa bucked up under him, riding his tongue shamelessly and rubbing her clit against him eagerly when he lapped her. She was getting close to coming—he could feel it—taste it in the quality of her honey. Her juices were flowing faster now as his sweet little numalla worked herself against him, giving herself completely to the pleasure of his tongue inside her.

  Asher continued eating her eagerly, lapping her soft little crevice and cleaning up her honey as it welled from her slippery little slit. He was determined to continue until she came for him—came all over his face.

  He wasn’t long in getting his wish. Lisa’s breath began to hitch in her chest and her fingers tightened in his hair. She started moaning his name and begging him to “Stay there—right there!” as her soft, curvy body went rigid with the impending pleasure.

  Feeling like his shaft was going to explode from sheer desire, Asher did as she begged and concentrated on rubbing the flat of his tongue over and over the right side of her throbbing clit. He made a mental note to himself that this was her sweet spot—the place she preferred to be touched when she was ready to come. He hoped to be able to use that information again in the future when he made her come again.

  And come she finally did, gushing her sweet honey into his mouth and making Asher groan low in his throat with desire.

  “Oh Asher—yes! God, yes,” she gasped, her back arching as he stayed with her, still lapping to ride out the last of her pleasure. “Oh God that feels so good when you taste me like that—when you lick my pussy! Oh God, don’t stop!”

  Her words and her pleasure as well as the flavor of her honey were too much to bear. As she came, Asher felt himself tilting the edge as well, even without any physical stimulation.

  Making her come with his fingers had been exciting but actually tasting her pleasure and bringing her to orgasm with his tongue was intoxicating—he couldn’t get enough of her. Her pleasure spilled over into his own like water overflowing from one glass into another and he felt spurt after spurt of seed leave the tip of his throbbing cock as he finished lapping her out.

  Gods, that’s right—come for me, sweetheart, he thought deliriously as they came together. Come while I eat you—while I eat your sweet, soft pussy. Come while I make you mine forever.

  And then he did what he absolutely should not have done—he sank his fangs deep into her inner thigh and injected a full load of his essence directly into her blood stream, claiming her as his own.

  Thirty-Four

  At first, Lisa didn’t know what was happening. She had been coming so hard she saw stars dancing in front of her face. Then there was a brief, sharp pain followed by a pleasure so intense it made her previous orgasm seem like a shadow of the real thing.

  She gasped, her back arching and her toes curling. It felt like a drug—like Asher had somehow found a vein and was mainlining pleasure directly into her already overloaded system.

  Oh God! her mind babbled, ohGodohGodOHGOD!

  It was too much—her heart felt like it was going to burst and she couldn’t breathe. The world turned gray…then black…

  And then she knew no more.

  * * *

  “Lisa? Lisa, are you well? Please talk to me, sweetheart!”

  Lisa opened her eyes to see Asher leaning over her, a worried look on his face.

  “What…” She swallowed, trying to marshal her thoughts. “What happened?”

  “You blacked out for a moment.” He shook his head. “It was my fault—I should never have bitten you.”

  “You bit me? Why?” Lisa demanded. She’d been a little nervous about letting him lick such an intimate area with those long, deadly-looking fangs of his but he had been so gentle and careful with her that she had decided to trust him. And now it seemed like he had bitten her on purpose but she couldn’t understand what reason he could have to do such a thing.

  “I wanted to inject my essence directly into your bloodstream,” he explained. “It…heals more quickly and completely that way. And it also induces intense orgasms.”

  “Well, that’s certainly an understatement,” Lisa said dryly. “I thought I’d died and gone to Heaven—literally.”

  “Forgive me.” Asher’s green eyes were troubled. “I never should have done it without asking your permission. I didn’t know it would have such an extreme effect on you.”

  “Well…” Lisa sat up and took a deep breath experimentally. “I mean, I don’t seem to have any bad effects except a little lightheadedness,” she said. “And if it cured me completely, I guess it was worth it.”

  “I still should not have done it.” Asher looked more upset than she’d ever seen him. “I never should have done it.”

  He must really think I’m angry at him! she thought.

  “Hey, it’s okay…” Lisa reached out to take his hand. “I mean, you were just taking care of me, right? Just…just being, um, professional—trying to make sure I was healed completely. That’s all.”

  “No, that is not all.” He shook his head. “Because I have not been completely honest with you.”

  “You haven’t?” Lisa frowned. “What are you talking about?”

  “I didn’t bite you only to heal you,” he said heavily. “I bit you because I wanted to tie you to me. Because I wanted to bond you.”

  “Uh…’bond?’” Lisa looked at him uncertainly. “Is that a Kindred thing?”

  “It is.” He nodded. “When a Kindred meets the female he wants to be with for life—”

  “Wait—for life?” Lisa shook her head. “Look, I know we’ve gotten awfully close awfully fast but I still don’t really know you that well. And I told you, I’m just not ready for another relationship right now.”

  “I know. I know all of that.” He sighed. “Please, don
’t worry—my kind of Kindred aren’t able to bond to anyone without our same kind of DNA. So there’s probably no way I could tie you to me.”

  Lisa frowned. “Well, then why bite me in the first place?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t know. I just…wasn’t thinking. Can you forgive me?”

  Lisa sighed.

  “Well…I don’t seem to have any lasting effects. I mean, actually—I feel remarkably well right now.” It was true—absolutely nothing on her itched or burned or ached or had any kind of pain or discomfort at all. Which was nice, especially after spending the last hour with the backs of her thighs feeling like they were on fire.

  “So you feel well?” Asher asked her anxiously.

  She nodded. “Great—I really feel great.” She smiled at him. “So I guess no harm done. Um…so we’re not bonded, then?”

  He shook his head.

  “If I was to truly trying to bond you to me, I would have to bite you while we were making love. And even then, the bonding would probably fail since you are from Earth and have no Tangala DNA.”

  “Oh, well…” For some reason that idea made Lisa feel sad. Which was silly, of course. She had only gotten away from her abusive husband six months ago. There was no way she was ready to make a lifetime commitment to someone new—even someone as sweet and kind and caring as Asher.

  “Do not worry.” He shook his head. “You have my word I won’t bite you again and I certainly won’t try to bond you to me. That would only result in a failed bonding—which is painful for everyone involved.”

  “Oh—well we certainly don’t want that,” Lisa said frowning. “So I’ll just say thank you for healing me and, um…I guess we should go to sleep?”

  She ended the sentence on a question because she wasn’t quite sure exactly how they ought to act around each other now. Were they still trying to be professional colleagues?

  Or had the fact that he had licked her pussy and made her come so hard she passed out fundamentally changed their relationship?

  Ha-ha, whispered a little voice in her head. Confusing, isn’t it? It’s tough to be professional when the man who is supposed to be your work colleague is working you over until you practically have an out of the body experience.

  Which was true and if the look on the big Kindred’s face was any indication, he found it confusing too.

  Asher sighed and ran a hand over his face.

  “It has been a long day,” he said at last. “We should sleep. I will get the bed ready.”

  “Um…” Lisa made a face. “I’m sorry,” she said, “But I just can’t sleep in a hole in the ground. I can’t.”

  She was afraid Asher would think she was making excuses not to sleep near him and she didn’t want him to think that, but after her freak out in the bathroom, she absolutely couldn’t even consider sleeping in such a claustrophobic space as that awful bed-hole.

  “I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to sleep with you—er, beside you,” she went on hurriedly. “It’s just so dark and close and—”

  To her relief, he seemed to understand.

  “Of course you can’t,” he said. “Please don’t worry about offending me. I understand why you cannot sleep in the sleeping grotto.”

  “Oh, good. Um…” Lisa sighed. “I…I guess I’ll just sleep right here. I mean, this moss is nice and soft.” She patted the mossy floor, which actually was about as soft as a mattress.

  “That is just as well.” Asher nodded. “I will give you half the bedding so you can sleep above while I sleep below.”

  “Okay—that works.” Lisa nodded and thanked him as he handed her one of the bolster pillows and a blanket. Once she was rolled up in it with her head resting on the bolster, she felt pretty cozy.

  Cozy, but lonely, she admitted to herself as she listened to Asher settling himself in the bed-hole. But it wasn’t like she could ask him to come cuddle her without giving him the exact wrong impression, she told herself firmly. She would just have to sleep alone tonight—as she had been doing for every night since she ran away from Cameron—and make the most of it.

  “Good night, Lisa,” she heard him rumble as the lights in their underground room slowly dimmed.

  “Good night, Asher,” she murmured back.

  But though it had been a terribly long day with too many twists and turns to count, she couldn’t get to sleep for a long…long time.

  Asher lay in the darkness berating himself. Why had he bitten her? Why had he injected his essence? Lisa would bear no ill effects from it but he had certainly bought himself some very unwanted consequences.

  His body was now biologically certain that Lisa was meant to be his fated mate. And as such, Asher could feel himself yearning for her—almost like a drug he was having withdrawal symptoms from. He would want her now—would want to try and bond her to him permanently—for the rest of the time they were together. It was going to be a constant battle between his mind and his body, trying to keep her at arm’s length and not go further than he should.

  You did it to yourself, he reminded himself grimly. You never should have bitten and injected a female—any female—but especially one you know has no Tangala DNA. What were you thinking?

  But was the problem—he hadn’t been thinking. His brain had shut off and his body had followed its instincts which were all wrong.

  I can’t trust myself around her, Asher admitted to himself. This is wrong and dangerous for the mission. I have to stay away from her from now on—no matter how difficult it is.

  And so, swearing to himself that he would keep away from the bewitchingly lovely Lisa from now on, he at last fell into an uneasy slumber.

  Thirty-Five

  “Well, how do I look?” Lisa spun around in the gauzy flower-petal gown in every shade of blue that Kat had made for her. She was glad she had asked for the long flowing coat that went with it. It was made of the same material as the gown but instead of starting out light blue and shading to a midnight hue, the colors were reversed so the top of it was quite dark. Dark enough to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, Lisa hoped. Anyway, she reasoned, the Empire waistline of the dress gave her breasts plenty of support. So if someone saw them, at least they looked perky.

  “You look lovely,” Asher told her, his voice slightly hoarse. “You will do us credit at the Feast of All Feelings and the Coronation afterwards.” He himself was wearing his Kindred uniform of tight black trousers and high black boots with a silky black dress shirt that had gold buttons down the front. He looked especially handsome that morning, Lisa thought, and then tried to push the thought away, since it wasn’t very professional.

  “What do you think the feast is about?” Lisa asked, frowning. “I mean, do you think the food will be anything like what they left us for breakfast?”

  Which had been kind of weird, to be honest—some kind of Chorkay sandwiches which had puffy blue bread and a thick meaty paste inside that reminded Lisa a little bit of SPAM crossed with liverwurst, though with a spicier flavor. It wasn’t great but she had been extremely hungry and so she had finished her sandwich, blue bread, meat paste and all.

  The heavy stone bottles they had been left had been filled with something alcoholic, so she had passed on them in favor of getting a drink of water out of the necessary room sink. When Asher asked why, she shook her head.

  “Look, my mom is an alcoholic and so is my stepdad. So is Cameron—my rat-bastard of a husband who ought to be my ex-husband if only I could get him to sign the papers and leave me alone. I don’t touch the stuff—it only leads to trouble.”

  “I respect your decision,” Asher had said seriously. “Would it make you feel better if I eschewed it as well?”

  “You mean you won’t drink it if I don’t want you to?” Lisa smiled at him. “That’s really sweet of you but I know not everyone has a drinking problem.”

  “No, but I would rather not make you uncomfortable.” He had poured out one of the bottles and then rinsed it and refilled it wi
th water.

  It gave Lisa a warm feeling to realize that the big Kindred was willing to put her comfort ahead of his own preferences. That was certainly something Cameron had never been willing to do. Oh, he had gone on the wagon and attended a couple of AA meetings while they were together, but both times it had been mainly because he had been reprimanded at work. Not that he would ever get fired—his father owned the company. But still, any efforts he had made towards quitting his habit had never really been in consideration of her, though he pretended they were.

  So the meal they had shared had been weird, but nice. But now Lisa was ready for some real food—some feast food. Which was bound to be fancy and delicious—right?

  She certainly hoped so.

  “I am not sure what the Feast of All Feelings is about,” Asher said, drawing her out of her thoughts. “But it’s certain to be a new experience.”

  “I know. I love new experiences,” Lisa told him, grinning. “I love going someplace I’ve never been before.” She sighed. “Though it would be nice to have a home to come back to—someplace familiar—when I was done exploring.”

  “You’ll have a home,” Asher said firmly. “I told you, I’m going to get you a place on the Mother Ship. You’ll never have to go back to Earth and risk seeing that abusive bastard of a mate again.”

  His green eyes flashed red as he talked and his already deep voice dipped to a growl. Lisa shivered as she saw the anger on his face, though she knew it wasn’t directed at her. Cameron would be in big trouble if he ever met the big Kindred, she thought. He’d better be glad Asher was sixty thousand light years away because he would no doubt end her ex if he ever caught up with him.

  A light rapping at the door interrupted her thoughts and Asher called, “Come.”

  The door opened and Lambada and Natillus were standing there, both dressed in what must be the Chorkay version of formal wear.

  Lambada had on a long flowing dress in a lovely shade of turquoise which matched both her blue skin tones and her green hair and Natillus was wearing a kind of suit with a long jacket that reached his knees and tight black trousers underneath. Both of them, of course, had their chewchies perched on top of their heads.