Текст книги "Enslaved"

Автор книги: Anderson Evangeline

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Chapter Nine

“Stav? Stavros?” Charlie snapped her fingers in front of her lover’s face worriedly.

Stavros was sitting on the side of the bed, wearing nothing but his black satin sleep pants and a blank expression. His hands lay open on his thighs, palms up. Other than the rise and fall of his broad chest and some slight twitching of his fingertips, he was completely still.

Completely gone.

Charlie stared at him with growing concern. This wasn’t the first time he’d drifted off into a weird, blank-eyed trance—the brief fugues had been happening for weeks now, ever since they’d returned to the Mother Ship from destroying the Collective on the Dark Kindred home world. It was almost like a petite-mal seizure, the way he just blanked out suddenly and for no apparent reason but the Kindred didn’t get epilepsy.

The trances scared Charlie, mostly because Stav had been a Sin Eater most of his life—what the Blood Kindred called a Cursed One. He’d had a parasite which grew on his back and forced him to feel the physical pain of others. It took the form of intricate, curving black lines which looked like an elaborate tattoo.

Killing the Collective—the group of thinking computers that ruled the Dark Kindred world—had also killed the parasite, leaving Stav free of its influence for the first time in over twenty years. Then the Goddess had healed his heart and declared he would have a normal life span instead of the scant six months he had originally been given. It seemed they were destined to live happily ever after aboard the Mother Ship with the rest of the Kindred and their wives.

And then the trances started.

Stavros kept saying it was nothing to worry about and it really wasn’t very dramatic. He would just blank out occasionally, freezing in place wherever he was and staring into space for a few seconds. It happened infrequently—maybe once or twice a week—and never lasted very long. Still, Charlie was worried. In light of his medical history, she didn’t like anything out of the ordinary.

And this was definitely out of the ordinary.

It was also by far the longest trance or fugue or whatever you wanted to call it he’d had. She’d been calling his name and trying to bring him back for the past five minutes and Stavros hadn’t so much as blinked. It was like he had gone far away—somewhere she couldn’t reach him.

“Okay, enough is enough,” Charlie muttered to herself at last. “I’m calling Dr. Sylvan.”

Stav had talked her out of involving the Kindred doctor several times in the past but this time she was getting some answers. There was a think-me in the nightstand on her side of the bed. She would bespeak her new friend, Sophia, to ask if her husband was around, Charlie decided. Sylvan was a nice guy—he wouldn’t mind her calling late.

But just as she was rummaging in the nightstand for the thin silver wire think-me which enabled telepathic communication, Stavros blinked and took a deep breath.

“Charlotte?” He looked like a man coming out of a dream…or maybe a nightmare. His indigo eyes were dark and troubled and he ran one hand through his gorgeous mane of deep auburn hair distractedly.

“Stav, honey…” Charlie had been digging in a drawer for a think-me but she went to him at once, relieved to have him back.

“Charlotte,” he murmured again and put his arms around her. Though he was sitting and she was standing, he was tall, as all Kindred were. So when he pulled her close, his head pressed against her chest, his gorgeous hair spilling over the deep red nightgown she was wearing.

“What is it?” Charlie was bewildered and concerned at how tightly he was holding her. It was as though he was a drowning man and she was the only one who could save him. “What is it, honey?” she asked again.

Stavros turned his head and pressed his face to her breasts but not in a sexual way—it was more like he was seeking comfort. The gesture tore at Charlie’s heart because she knew he had never been able to seek comfort from anyone before. His own mother had rejected him when the Mark that proved he was a Cursed One started to grow on his back when he was only six.

“Sweetheart…” she murmured, carding her fingers through his long hair. “Stav, what is it?”

He looked up at her at last.

“I’ve seen him,” he muttered in a hoarse voice.

“Seen who?” Charlie stared at him, not understanding.

“Two.” He sighed heavily. “I’ve been catching glimpses of him with every trance—if that’s what you call it. But this was the longest one yet.”

“What?” Charlie frowned at him. “You told me you didn’t remember anything about those trances—that you just spaced out for a second or two and it was nothing.”

“I lied.” Stavros looked away. “I’m not proud of that. I just…didn’t want to worry you.”

“Like I wasn’t worried thinking you were having some kind of mental fugue states for no apparent reason?”

“There’s no apparent reason for this either,” Stav pointed out. “I just keep seeing him all the time. I don’t understand it.”

“I might,” Charlie said thoughtfully. “Remember how he—well, how Ur—reached for you and touched you while you were filled with all that emotional energy from the Heart of Love?”

“How could I forget it?” Stavros said dryly. “Ur’s evil combined with the positive energy is what caused the overload that killed the Collective.”

“But it wasn’t just Ur—he was in Two’s body when it happened,” Charlie pointed out. “What if the two of you formed some kind of…I don’t know…some kind of mental connection somehow when that happened?”

“I suppose that’s possible.” Stav sounded thoughtful. “Though it still isn’t pleasant.”

“Has he been doing awful things that you have to watch?” Charlie asked sympathetically. Two was a horrible person—if the word “person” could even be applied to him. Nothing he would do could surprise her.

“Well, up until now I’ve only been catching glimpses. But just now I watched him drug some poor female’s wine.”

“He drugged her? With what? Could you tell?”

Stavros frowned. “I think it was passion berries.”

“Passion berries? What the hell is that?” Charlie felt cold all over. As a cop down on Earth working in a college town, she’d dealt with her share of date rape cases. Though the idea of Two trying to roofie someone didn’t sit quite right with her. He struck her as being completely asexual—totally evil, of course—but sex didn’t seem to be part of his makeup at all. “Is it some kind of aphrodisiac?” she asked. “Like that bonding fruit the wives with Twin Kindred eat to uh, help ease the way?”

“Passion berries are similar to bonding fruit but much more deadly.” Stav sounded grim. “The saying goes, one sip makes you cold, the next sip makes you hot and the third sip makes you dead.”

“My God. So Two was trying to kill her?” That actually fit more with the profile she had of him in her head.

“I don’t think so. You see, the third sip isn’t always deadly—not if you have the antidote at hand.”

“And did he?” Charlie demanded. Though she had no idea who this girl was, she was feeling more and more worried about her. Of course, she would feel worried about anyone who found themselves at the mercy of Two—mainly because the sick bastard had no mercy.

“The antidote is not a compound or elixir which can be administered orally,” Stav said dryly. “The only cure for a third sip of passion berry wine is penetration and insemination.”

“What?” Charlie stared at him. “So in order to survive after drinking that third drink she has to let him…”

“Have sex with her and fill her with his seed. Yes.” Stav nodded gravely. “Otherwise she will suffer an excruciating death.”

“That’s horrible!” Charlie ran a hand through her hair distractedly. “That poor girl! So now she had to let Two…Ugh!” She shivered. “You know, I never thought he was the type to do anything like this. Anything sexual I mean. Horrible and murderous and disgusting, yes but sexual…not so much.”

“He didn’t do it for himself—he drugged her for the creature he was working for,” Stav said. “A Lud’om, I think. At least, he looked like one.”

“What’s a Lud’om? No, never mind.” Charlie raised her hand to stop him answering. “First tell me if that poor girl is all right.”

“I think she is.” Stav frowned. “Another male came in and stopped her from drinking too much of the drugged wine. She only took the first sip.”

“Thank God!” Charlie nearly sagged with relief—she really felt for this unknown girl, whoever she was. “But…what will the first sip do to her? Will it hurt her?”

“She’ll have some side effects but nothing that will kill her,” Stav assured her.

“So who saved her? Another Lud…Ludo…whatever it was?”

“No…he looked like a Kindred. But he spoke to Two of his home world on Xander Prime. So he must be Havoc.”

“Really? Havoc?” Charlie was intrigued. When she and Stav had gone undercover at the couple’s resort, J’lorgon’s Mind, he had pretended to be a Havoc because they were genetic cousins to the Kindred. As far as she knew, the two kinds of males were almost exactly alike in every way except the Havoc didn’t call brides like the Kindred or bond with them. Though of course, for the purpose of their cover, they had pretended that Stav was one of the rare few who had, in fact, found a bride. Charlie, of course, had been that bride—a deception that had become a reality once they fell in love.

“The Havoc seemed to be taking care of the girl fairly well.” Stav frowned. “But Two distracted him long enough for others to interfere. The last I saw, the two of them were surrounded.”

“Oh, no!” Charlie put a hand to her mouth. “Do you think they’ll be okay? Can we help them?”

“I don’t see how.” Stav shook his head. “Even if we could fold space to their exact spot, I have a feeling the fight is already over.” He sighed. “At least the Havoc male seemed to know what he was doing. And I could tell he would protect the female with his own life if necessary.”

“Just like a Kindred would,” Charlie murmured. Though she had once considered the alien race her enemies, Stavros had changed her mind with his love and devotion as well as his willingness to sacrifice himself for others. He was truly noble—and that wasn’t a word she could apply to hardly anyone else she knew.

“Just like a Kindred,” her lover agreed, smiling a little. “We love our females to distraction and we would die to keep them safe.”

“I know you would, sweetheart.” Charlie stroked his hair again and leaned down to give him a lingering kiss. “So…they were a couple, then?”

He frowned. “I don’t think so. Two said something else to him at the end…something about him being protective of her even though she didn’t allow him to penetrate her. Very strange.”

“Well, aren’t there some cultures that don’t allow that?” Charlie asked. Her new friend Kat and several of the other Kindred wives had told her tales of Yonnie Six, the planet where the females were superior and the males were all sex slaves.

Stav nodded. “That’s true. But until he said that, I assumed the girl was from Earth somehow. Now it’s clear she can’t be.”

“Why would you assume that?” Charlie asked.

“She has the same brown skin tones that Lauren and Becca have,” he explained. “It’s lovely but I thought it was only found on Earth.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know.” Charlie frowned. “Well, whoever she is and wherever she’s from, I hope she’s okay. Although I think it’s kind of sad that he loves her enough to risk his life for her and she won’t let him…you know.”

“Penetrate her?” Stav raised an eyebrow at her and bared his double set of fangs meaningfully. As a Blood Kindred, he looked a little like a vampire and like a vampire, he loved to bite. But the Blood Kindred didn’t really drink blood—they bit to inject their essence—the pale blue liquid secreted by their fangs. The essence helped bind their mates to them and it could also facilitate healing if a Blood Kindred’s bride was ill.

It also caused multiple orgasms, as Charlie knew from delicious experience.

Suddenly she felt the need to have Stavros in her—to feel both his fangs and his shaft deep inside her, filling her with himself in every possible way. But she felt a little awkward about asking. After all, he’d just endured a weird mental connection with the Dark Kindred who had almost killed him. It seemed like he needed comfort right now…not sex.

She shifted uncertainly and felt the sharp stab of a muscle cramp in her inner thigh.

“Ow!” she gasped, stepping back from Stav. “Damn it, that hurts!”

“What? What’s wrong?” Stavros was instantly worried. He had spent most of his life feeling the pain of others and though being freed from that curse was a blessing for the most part, it still seemed to bother him when he couldn’t tell exactly what was wrong with Charlie the minute anything hurt her.

“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.”

“I’ll make you scream, all right,” Stav promised in a deep rumble. “Scream and cry and moan.”

“Please,” Charlie begged him, reaching between them for the thick shaft. She loved the feel of him in her hand—his cock was like a bar of heated steel covered in silk. “Please put it in me now—I need you.” She fitted the broad, mushroom shaped head to her entrance and spread her thighs even further.

“Gods, and I need you, Falinda. So much.” Stav groaned as he thrust up into her and she sank down to meet him at the same time.

Charlie gasped his name and dug her fingernails into his broad shoulders by reflex. A low, encouraging growl was her reward. She had learned that Stavros liked a little pain with his pleasure—possibly because Blood Kindred liked being bitten almost as much as they liked biting.

“Yes,” she heard him growl through their mental link. “Bite me, Falinda. Bite me and ride me until you come all over my shaft. And then it will be my turn to bite you…”

He didn’t have to ask her twice. Leaning down, Charlie sank her little white teeth into the strong column of his throat, latching on to the side of his neck as he thrust inside her.

Stav gasped and pulled her closer, locking arms that felt like muscular steel beams around her waist and hips. Charlie felt him surge inside her, his thick length growing even thicker as he pressed deep into her soft, velvety core.

Part of the pleasure of making love with Stavros was that he created a kind of feed-back loop between them. She could feel the sensations he was feeling—the way her inner pussy wrapped around him like a velvet glove and he could feel her pleasure as well—the way her inner walls stretched to take him and the lightning flashes of intense sensation when the blunt head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb with each thrust. This feedback ability was the only thing left of his old Curse and Charlie loved it—it made making love with him a unique and addictive experience.

“I’m addicted to you too, Falinda,” she heard him growl through their link. “Are you close, do you think? I want to fill you with my seed as I sink my fangs into your neck.”

Charlie released him and licked the small wound her even white teeth had made on the side of his throat.

“Then do it,” she said aloud, her voice husky with passion. “Come on, honey—bite me.”

His eyes flashed with need but he shook his head.

“You haven’t come yet.”

“But I’m damn close,” Charlie pointed out. “And you know the minute you bite me and inject me, I won’t be able to help it. I’ll come right along with you.”

“If you’re sure…” The need in his voice made it ragged and hoarse.

“Always sure,” Charlie assured him. She undulated her hips, rocking against him to make her point. “Bite me, sweetheart—I want you to. I want your fangs in me deep.”

As always, her assertion that she wanted his bite drove Stavros wild. For years as a Cursed One, no female of Tranq Prime, his home world, had wanted his bite. The fact that Charlie was desperate to feel his fangs in her made him incredibly hot.

“Bare your throat for me.” His voice was a deep, guttural growl. “And spread your thighs wide, Falinda. I’m going to plant my seed deep in your soft little cunt tonight. Going to fill you up with my cum.”

Charlie moaned at his dirty words. She loved when he talked like this to her—it was as much of a turn on as the way he tasted her and made love to her.

Shifting her hair out of the way, she pressed the side of her neck to his mouth and waited for his fangs.

This time Stav wasn’t quite so gentle—maybe because he knew Charlie wasn’t adverse to a little pain with her pleasure either. She moaned at the piercing sting of the double sets of razor sharp points puncturing her tender flesh. Then, as before, he began to inject her and an orgasm rolled over her, making her gasp and clench helplessly all around him.

“Gods, you’re so tight around me!” she heard him growl through their link. “Love you, Charlie—love you so much!”

“I love you too,” she managed to gasp and then he thrust up hard inside her, almost as if he was reaching for her heart, and she felt the head of his cock pressing hard against the mouth of her womb. She gasped and stiffened against him as he swelled even thicker within her. Then something hot and wet spurted against the end of her channel, making her moan again.

“Stav!” she gasped as he continued to bathe her pussy with his seed. God, he felt so good inside her…so right. And as he came inside her, she felt his pleasure at the way her inner walls spasmed around him, almost milking the cum from him, as well as her own pleasure at the feel of him coming so deep inside her.

“Stav,” she moaned again. “Stavros! God…love you so much!”

“I love you too, Falinda,” he murmured, finally withdrawing his fangs. “Love you forever.”