Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“You son of a bitch!” Kross growled but Barbarous’s image was already fading.
“Your choice, Kindred,” he murmured. “Let’s see what you choose.”
Kross wished he could go punch the blank screen, but that wouldn’t do any good. And when he looked back at Sylvia, he could see the pain in her lovely eyes.
“Hey, Princess,” he said softly. “You all right?”
She bit her lip and looked away. Kross could see the red stain of embarrassment on her cheeks.
“Come on, talk to me,” he urged her. “Do you need me to, uh, help you out?” He didn’t want to sound like he was taking advantage of the situation—he just wanted her to feel better. But considering the recent animosity between them, he could understand why she would be hesitant to accept any kind of help from him. Especially sexual help.
“It hurts, all right?” she whispered tightly. “But I don’t expect you to…you know, do what he said. I’ll probably be fine.”
“Like Hell you will,” Kross said, frowning. “You need me to suck your nipples, Princess. Just admit it.”
“I know you don’t like me…like that.” Sylvia still wouldn’t meet his eyes.
Kross felt his heart fist in his chest. Gods, if only he could tell her the truth! But this wasn’t the right time to admit his love. There was never going to be a right time, considering the fact that he could never Claim her.
“Hey, look at me,” he murmured. When she wouldn’t, he took her chin in his hand and tilted it gently until their eyes met. “Sylvia, I don’t mind,” he told her. “I want to help you—to protect you. I know this is a strange situation…”
“A situation I got us into,” she said bitterly. “This is all my fault. I made you come here and I’m the one who ran away when you were just trying to keep me safe. Maybe I deserve to suffer.”
“Don’t say that!” Kross exclaimed. He stroked her cheek until she looked into his eyes again. “Princess, I never want to see you suffer or in pain,” he told her softly. “Please, will you just let me help you?”
“Well…” She nibbled her lower lip again, her cheeks still hot with a blush. “What if you don’t like it?” she asked at last. “The weird, uh, nectar stuff, I mean?”
“Let me try it,” Kross said reasonably. Leaning forward, he took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked experimentally.
A gush of sweetness that reminded him of thin, slightly diluted honey flooded his mouth. At the same time, Sylvia threw back her head and moaned.
“Ohhh!”
Kross stopped sucking and looked up at her.
“Did I hurt you, Princess?” he asked. Though to be honest, her moan hadn’t sounded like one of pain. A look at her eyes told him he was right—they were heavy-lidded with sexual desire.
“No, it didn’t…didn’t hurt exactly,” she panted. “It was just…just a really, uh, intense sensation.”
“An intense sensation, huh?” Kross frowned slightly. He was pretty sure he knew what kind of sensation she was getting when he sucked her nipple.
The gas Barbarous gave us must have been laced with pleasure compounds, he thought, looking at her. It must feel really good when I suck her.
The thought made him hard and he shifted, trying to make some more room between his thighs for his suddenly aching cock.
But this was no time to get aroused—he still had to finish helping Sylvia.
“Do you want me to go on?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at her.
“Do…do you mind?” she asked breathlessly.
Kross shook his head.
“No, baby,” he growled softly, looking into her eyes. “I’ll suck your sweet nipples all night if you need me to.”
“Oh, Kross…” She didn’t seem to know what to say but her small hand found his head and soon he felt her soft little fingers slipping into his hair. Without a word, she tugged him forward, arching her back to offer her over-full breasts. There was a mute plea on her lovely face that he was helpless to deny.
Leaning forward again, Kross took her nipple between his lips and began to suck again—softly at first and then harder as Sylvia began to moan.
“Oh…oh, Kross!” she panted and her fingers tightened in his hair—which he fucking loved. He cupped the breast he was sucking in both hands, massaging gently to help the nectar flow.
Kross was pretty sure she came when he switched to her second breast. He didn’t know if she was one of those women who could orgasm just from having their nipples played with or if the gas had made her extra sensitive. But the scent of her female desire rose to tease him and he was certain if he reached under the ragged skirt of her shift, he would find her soft little pussy hot and wet and ready for him.
“Oh…oh my God!” she gasped, her back arching as he sucked hard, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. “Oh, Kross…I can’t…can’t help it!”