Can’t you tell? Kara wanted to ask him. Can’t you see the way this damn tharp is fondling me?
But she supposed he couldn’t. The water was making the wet fabric cling to her so it probably just looked like she was a contestant in a wet t-shirt contest, which was a thing she’d heard about that happened down on Earth.
“Uhhh…” Kara tried again to talk and nearly cut her tongue on something extremely sharp. To her horror, she realized it was one of her fangs. But it was so long.
Oh no—my fangs!
The realization that they had lengthened and sharpened mortified Kara even more than the fact that the perverted tharp was stroking her and was about to make her come. She supposed this must be what males felt like when they had an erection they couldn’t hide. She started to shut her mouth, but Raak had already noticed.
“Look at your fangs, baby girl,” he murmured, bending over her, a look of intent interest in his silver-ringed eyes. “Gods, they’ve gotten so long and sharp. What’s going on with you?”
Kara writhed miserably in his arms, feeling more shamed than she ever had in her life. Goddess, she couldn’t believe he was seeing her like this—so helplessly aroused and almost ready to come with her fangs long and throbbing, aching to bite…
But that thought brought on an even more vivid fantasy than the first, where Raak was going down on her. This time, Kara imagined herself sitting astride him, her legs spread wide as he thrust into her, his thickness filling her completely. He would look up at her, his silver-ringed eyes half-lidded and growl,
“Bite me, baby girl. Go on, do it—I want you to.”
The mental image and the stroking of the tharp between her thighs and at the sensitive tips of her nipples was too much. With a moan of mingled pleasure and horror, Kara began to come.
Thirteen
Raak stared down at the girl in his arms, completely mystified. What in the Seven Hells was going on with her? One minute she’d been barely conscious and now she was gasping and moaning and writhing around like a female in heat.
And in fact, he could smell her heat. Despite the water lapping around them, enough of her flesh was exposed to allow the warm scent of her desire to reach his nose. And damn if the hot little female didn’t smell, well…hot.
Kara moaned and writhed some more, her eyes squeezing shut as her back arched, thrusting her tight nipples into the air. Raak had been trying not to notice them—had been trying to be a gentle-male. The other Kindred assumed that Unbondables were all soulless, remorseless beasts that would take advantage of a female the first chance they got. And Raak didn’t deny he had such urges—dark desires that a normal Kindred male with a soul would never even entertain.
But he wasn’t stupid—Kara was the daughter of the Head Chancellor of the Kindred High Council. If she went to her father and told him that Raak had taken advantage of her, there would be all Seven Hells to pay. Just because she was helpless in his arms didn’t mean he would ravish her—no matter how much he might want to.
He could control his darker impulses—most Unbondables could—which was something the other branches of the Kindred tree didn’t seem to understand. It was simply self-preservation to help her and not take advantage of her—no matter how ripe and luscious her full curves looked under the tight blue fabric she was wearing.
At least that was what Raak told himself.
“Oh…ahhh!” Kara moaned, her hips pumping as whatever drug they had given seemed to finally wear off. Her pearly fangs were long and sharp—like delicate daggers, Raak couldn’t help thinking. Damn, she looked sexy like that, with her mouth open and those sharp little points all poised to bite!
But what was going on with her? His nose twitched as he again caught the scent of her arousal.
He frowned. Could she be…coming?
“Oh…ahh…nnnnooo!” Kara’s inarticulate moans finally became words. “Nooo,” she gasped and began plucking at the tight royal blue gown she wore which had molded itself to her body. “Get…get it off,” she begged, pulling at the sodden fabric.
Raak’s eyebrows shot up.
“You want to get undressed?”
“Yes!” She nodded her head, still tugging at the fabric. “Please, it…it won’t stop otherwise. It’s going to make me…make me come again.”
Her cheeks were stained with a blush as she spoke but it was clear she was serious. Somehow the damned fabric she had on—was it one of those living cloths the Primes wore? Anyway, somehow it was touching her in a way she clearly didn’t want to be touched.
Raak frowned and a low growl rose in his throat. Goddess damn it, nobody and nothing was going to hurt Kara or touch her against her will! He would fucking end anyone or anything that tried.
“Hang on, baby girl,” he told her. Gripping the fabric just above her breasts, he pried it up, though it tried to cling to her. Kara attempted to help him, but she still had no strength in her hands. “No, let me,” Raak told her and took a firmer grip on the wet fabric.
The damned thing was surprisingly strong but he was a hell of a lot stronger. With an effort, he managed to peel it down her body—almost like peeling an unripe tengu fruit, he thought, where the outer skin didn’t want to come off to reveal the sweet, creamy center inside.
And Gods, sweet and creamy were certainly good adjectives for little Kara. Because as the royal blue fabric finally peeled away, he could see the full swells of her breasts and the dark pink nipples that capped them—not to mention the barely-there tiny triangle of damp blond curls at the very apex of her plump little pussy mound.
Gods, she’s fucking perfect! Raak couldn’t help thinking and felt his shaft getting hard at the sight of her lush, naked body.
But there was no time to ogle the little female. At the moment, he was still struggling with the front of the wet fabric which twisted in his hands and seemed determined to get back to her.
With a mighty effort which actually rolled Kara over onto her face, Raak finally pulled the thing free and tossed it out of the tub. It landed with a wet slapping sound on the tiles, twitched once, and was still.
“There,” Raak said with satisfaction. “Got that fucking thing off you, baby girl."
Then he looked down and saw that Kara’s sweet face was pressed directly against his crotch.
Fourteen
Oh my Goddess! Kara couldn’t believe what had happened. Had she thought that being molested by the tharp while Raak held her in his arms and watched her coming was embarrassing? Well being naked with her face pressed right against the long, hard ridge of his shaft was even worse!
Even through the black leather of his trousers she could smell the hot, dangerous spice of his arousal. And he was hard as a rock and throbbing against her cheek.
She wanted to move but she knew if she raised up, she would be completely revealed. Desperately, she weighed her options—would it be less embarrassing to flash the big Unbondable with her naked body or to stay pressed against his shaft?
“Hey, baby girl,” he rumbled.
Kara tilted her chin and rolled her eyes up to see him staring back down at her.
“Um…” Suddenly the choice seemed to be no choice at all—she had to get out of this embarrassing position!
Raising up, she tried to scramble to her knees and cover herself with her hands. But though the paralytic drug had mostly worn off, she was still weak. She ended up getting only halfway up before she started to fall back down again.
“Whoa there, Kara.” Raak caught her by her upper arms and supported her so that they were kneeling face to face in the large bathtub.
“Please…” She tried to get loose from his grip to cover herself but the minute he let her go, she started overbalancing again.
“Hey!” Raak exclaimed when she started to fall again. “Okay, nope—that’s not gonna work,” he muttered. He put his arms around her and rose smoothly, the water sluicing off the slick black leather of his trousers. In a moment, Kara found herself being cradled once again in
his muscular arms.
“Please!” she pleaded again, crossing her arms over her naked body. “Put me down, Raak!”
“Not while you’re still as weak as a newborn chilla,” he said, frowning at her sternly.
“But I…I’m…I don’t have any clothes on,” Kara protested, feeling her cheeks burn with mortification.
“I can see that, baby girl.” His voice got a little softer. “I know you’re naked and you don’t want me to see you. I won’t look if you don’t want me to—even though it’s damn hard not to admire all your sweet, luscious curves.”
Did he really think that about her—that she looked “luscious?”
Kara bit her lip and gave a muffled cry of pain. Her fangs were still so long, damn it! It seemed like coming as she had while the tharp was molesting her would have made them go down but unfortunately, that hadn’t happened. Was this what Kindred males felt like after they came but still kept an erection?
“Hey, you bit yourself!” Raak frowned as he carried her into a sleeping chamber and laid her down on the bed. “What’s going on with you and those fangs of yours?”
Without waiting for an answer, he threw a soft blanket—thankfully not a tharp over Kara and went back into the fresher. When he returned, he had a damp, cool cloth which he used to wipe her cut lip carefully.
“Thank you,” Kara murmured, taking the cloth from his hand. “But I can manage that.”
“Okay. Suit yourself.” Raak shrugged and looked down at himself. “I’m fucking wet. Gonna change.”
He disappeared into a walk-in closet—his ship really had a surprising amount of storage, Kara thought—and came back out in a moment wearing another pair of tight black flight leathers as well as a sleeveless black shirt that molded to his chiseled chest and left his muscular arms bare.
He looked absolutely mouthwatering, Kara couldn’t help thinking and her fangs throbbed again at the thought. To her continued mortification, they were still long and sharp and refused to go back to their normal size.
“All right now?” Raak asked, sitting on the side of the bed beside her.
“Fine.” Kara nodded and then it occurred to her that she hadn’t yet thanked him for saving her. “Thank you,” she said, trying to smile though she was still embarrassed. “For saving me, I mean. Um…how did you find me anyway when my Uncle and that horrible Doctor ThrobGood were dragging me down the hall? Did you hear me?”
“Not at first.” Raak frowned. “I had this weird dream that a female’s voice was telling me you were in danger. When I woke up, I heard you calling—sound really echoes in those damn grottoes, you know.” He paused and looked at her closely. “Wait a minute—you say one of those males was your uncle?”
“Uh-huh.” Kara nodded. “He and the doctor were taking me down to his office to…” She trailed off, feeling embarrassment flood her again.
“To what?” Raak demanded.
“Uh…to pull my fangs,” Kara confessed.
“What?” Raak growled. “Why in the Seven Hells would they try to do something as asinine as pulling your pretty little fangs?”
Kara hung her head.
“I thought there was some kind of treatment here on Tranq Prime—some way of shrinking my fangs—that’s why I came. Also, I have kin here and I thought they would help me. But instead of helping, my Aunt and Uncle just wanted to yank them out.” She shivered and put a hand to her mouth involuntarily. “Which would have had…all kinds of awful consequences,” she finished lamely.
“Yeah—the same kind of consequences I’d get if I decided to cut my shaft off,” Raak said shortly.
Kara was surprised at his understanding how important her fangs were to her sex drive.
“Well…yes,” she said, nodding. “But how did you know that?”
He shrugged.
“Figured it was the same for you as for a male Blood Kindred. Their fangs are tied to their sexual urges, right?”
“Um, yes.” Kara looked down at her hands, more humiliated than ever. Did this mean that he knew that when her fangs grew long and sharp, she was feeling aroused? Oh Goddess, she hoped not!
“Hey, you don’t have to look so ashamed of it.” He lifted her chin gently and looked into her eyes. “I told you before, baby girl—your fangs are beautiful. Why would you want to get rid of them?”
“I don’t want to get rid of them, just shrink them some,” Kara protested. “It’s really embarrassing when they’re so, uh, prominent,” she added lamely.
“You mean like they are right now?” Raak raised an eyebrow at her. “I think they’re sexy. Did they get so long because you were getting, uh, excited?”
“Excited? Oh, you mean…” Kara trailed off, blushing.
“I mean aroused,” Raak said frankly. “Which again, is nothing to get so embarrassed about. Everybody has a sex drive—everybody’s got needs, little girl.”
“Yes but most females don’t show their needs like this.” Kara gestured to her mouth.
He shrugged. “So?”
“So males don’t like it!” Kara burst out. “They think it’s unlady-like… not feminine.”
“I would think most guys would be happy to have such a clear signal you were feeling amorous,” Raak remarked. “Although, even without the fangs, I could tell by your scent you were getting hot.”
“I couldn’t help it,” Kara muttered, feeling her cheeks burn. “It was that damn tharp my Aunt Zeelah gave me to wear. It was molesting me!”’
Understanding dawned in his silver-ringed eyes.
“Huh, no wonder you wanted to get it off.”
“It got me all, uh, hot and bothered and now my fangs won’t go down,” Kara held a hand over her mouth as she spoke, too ashamed to look at him now. “I mean, they won’t go back to their normal size. They’re driving me crazy.”
He frowned.
“Crazy how?”
“They’re throbbing and aching,” Kara admitted. “Almost like they want to…to sink into something,” she finished in a whisper.
To her surprise, Raak laughed that deep rumbling chuckle of his.
“Sounds like my shaft when I’m aching to make love with a warm, willing female.”
Kara understood that he was drawing the right conclusion—equating her fangs to his shaft—but it still surprised her that he was so completely okay with the idea.
“Most males don’t like the idea of my fangs, uh, piercing them,” she said carefully. “They seem to think it’s emasculating. Well, the Kindred males do, anyway. The humans I dated just don’t like being bitten.” She sighed.
“So you bite them then? The males you’ve been with?” Raak raised his eyebrows.
“Oh, no!” Kara said hastily. “I mean, I’ve never actually been with anyone like that. I mean, uh…” She trailed off, feeling mortified. Had she just admitted she was a virgin to the big Unbondable? How could she make an already embarrassing situation worse like that?
But again, Raak seemed unfazed by her admission.
“I didn’t think you had been, baby girl,” he said easily.
Kara was a little irritated by his nonchalant attitude. Was she that easy to read?
“So it’s that obvious I’m a virgin?” she demanded, putting a hand on her hip—which caused the top of the blanket she was clutching to her chest to fall down. Kara gave a little shriek and tugged it back up again, but not before flashing Raak with one bare breast.
He shot her that white grin of his.
“Oh yeah, baby girl—it is. But not just because of the innocent way you act—because of your gorgeous pale blue eyes. You’re a Blood Kindred female. So the minute you make love with some lucky male, your eye color is going to get darker and change for good, right?”
“That’s right.” Kara nodded, feeling foolish. Of course the color of her eyes proclaimed to anyone who saw her that she was innocent. For a moment she wondered what color her eyes would be if she made love with Raak. The big Unbondable had such black eyes—well, except f
or the silver ring around their outer edge. Would her eyes turn a much darker shade—maybe midnight blue? That would be really obvious…
Then she gave herself a mental shake. There was no way she could even think of doing such a thing with Raak. He was Unbondable, after all and if she let him change the color of her eyes without forming a lifelong soul-bond with him, well…she didn’t like to think of her parents’ reaction.
Still, when she looked at the strong cords of his neck, her fangs ached to pierce his flesh…
“What are you thinking, baby girl?” Raak asked in a low voice. “You wanna bite me?”
“Yes!” The word was out before Kara could call it back. Then she put a hand over her mouth feeling mortified. “Oh, I shouldn’t have said that—shouldn’t have admitted it.”
“Why? Because biting is sexual?” Raak’s eyes had gone half-lidded as he looked at her.
“Well…yes.” Kara could hardly look at the heat smoldering in his dark eyes. “But I’m not…not going to do that with you,” she added defiantly.
“Because I’m an Unbondable, right?” he rumbled. “Your mom and dad wouldn’t be too happy if you came home with different colored eyes and no mate to show for it.”
“Exactly.” Kara looked down at her hands.
“But if you don’t bite someone—some willing male—then how are your fangs ever going to go down, baby girl?” he asked reasonably.
“I don’t know.” Kara shook her head. “They’ve never…never gotten so long and sharp like this before. I guess…” She picked aimlessly at the blanket. “I guess I’ll just have to learn to live with it.”
“No you don’t—you can bite me.”
“No, I can’t,” Kara said instantly. “I can’t just—”
“Shhh…” Raak lifted her chin gently. “Look at me, baby girl—it doesn’t have to lead to sex,” he rumbled softly.
“It…it doesn’t?” Kara met his eyes cautiously. “But how can it not? I mean, the sexual energy generated when you’re biting someone, at least when a male is biting a female—I don’t know how it’s going to be for me…”
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