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)
Looking down at herself, she saw that her breasts were as perky as ever, the nipples pointing at the ship’s rounded ceiling above her, thanks no doubt, to the float dots.
Her Kindred Protector was sitting beside her and as Sylvie watched, he did something strange. He put his first two fingers in his mouth, sucked them for a moment, and then pulled them out and began rubbing one of her stiff, pink peaks.
“Hey!” she protested, still feeling slow and stupid from fainting. “Wha…whadaya think you’re doin’?”
“I was wondering when you’d wake up, Princess. I’m healing you,” he said matter-of-factly as he circled her tight peak with his long fingers.
It occurred to Sylvie that she was no longer numb—she could feel everything he was doing and her nipple was as sensitive as it had ever been. In fact, the gentle caress of his fingers was sending sparks of pleasure straight from her tight peak to the sensitive place between her thighs.
“Healing me?” she repeated stupidly as she watched him.
“Yes—I’m half Blood Kindred. See?” he bared his teeth briefly, showing a double set of sharp, pointed fangs on either side of his upper jaw, where a human’s canine teeth would be.
“So?” Sylvie was a little more awake now. “What…what does that mean?”
“It means that my fangs make ‘essence’ that can heal,” he told her. “So I’m ‘milking them’ to get some for your nipples.”
He was apparently finished with the left nipple because he stuck his fingers in his mouth again and sucked them before beginning to circle her right peak.
“But…but I thought a Blood Kindred could…could only heal his…his mate.” Sylvie wished her voice wouldn’t come out so breathless. She also wished she could turn off the feeling of pleasure that was running in a direct pipeline from the nipple he was caressing and healing straight down to her pussy, which was feeling swollen and hot by now.
“I’m not a full Blood Kindred—I’m a Hybrid,” Kross reminded her, which didn’t really answer the question, Sylvie thought.
“Why not just…put some, uh, salve on them instead, though?” she asked. “Don’t we have some…um, some healing ointment or something in the…in the uh, cabinet?”
She hated the way she was stumbling over her words. It was hard to get her thoughts together when his touch was affecting her so much, damn it!
Kross shook his head.
“I looked but none of the medicines we have stop bleeding. The fucking leeches must have injected you with some kind of blood thinner—you were leaking all over the place, Princess. I knew my essence would close the wounds, so…”
He broke off talking to suck his fingers some more and then went back to circling her aching nipple.
“I mean, I guess I could have let you keep bleeding, but I didn’t think you’d want that,” he murmured as he worked on her. “And you’ve already lost too much blood.”
Sylvie bit her lip, trying her best not to moan and arch her back as the tingling pleasure rushed through her. God, she couldn’t stand Kross—he was always so sarcastic and rude! But she couldn’t seem to help the way her body was reacting to his gentle touch.
Maybe she had him all wrong, she thought as she watched his face. There was an intent look in his eyes as he healed her—an expression that said he took his job as her Protector seriously and would do anything to keep her safe. Maybe they had gotten off on the wrong foot and he was an okay guy after all. Though he was touching her nipples, it clearly wasn’t because he wanted to grope her—his essence really was healing the tiny wounds the leeches had left.
He was sitting on the side of the bed, wearing a fresh pair of flight leathers and nothing else, which meant his muscular chest was still on display. But it was his face Sylvie looked at—there was still a very faint imprint of her hand on his cheek. She must have really slapped him hard! Or else his pearly gray skin just kept a mark for a long time.
“I…I’m sorry I slapped you,” she whispered, reaching up to graze his hurt cheek lightly with her fingertips. “I shouldn’t have assumed you were just, uh…”
“Perving on you?” He looked up from his task and grinned briefly. “Yeah, I don’t blame you though, Princess. If I’m being completely honest, it’s hard not to notice you when you have all your gorgeous curves on display.”
Sylvie bit her lip, uncertain how to respond. Was he saying he liked full-figured women? She’d heard something about Kindred liking curvy girls from friends aboard the Mother Ship—especially from Kat, who was curvy and mated to Twin Kindred—but she hadn’t had any idea that Kross felt that way. He was so big and tall and muscular—with his strong jaw and changeable, jewel-toned eyes, he looked like a male model. Could someone like him really find someone like her attractive?