Accidental Acquisition

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Kalis—go ahead. Do…do what you have to in order to be sure I’m, uh healed.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he growled and then he was burying his face between her thighs and lapping her open pussy.

  Jillian moaned breathlessly and tilted her hips as his tongue invaded her, sliding deep to explore her inner folds and circle her throbbing clit. Somehow, her hands found his thick, black and iron-gray hair and she found she was tugging shamelessly, urging him on even as she opened herself to him completely.

  Kalis responded to her eagerness with a hungry growl. Wrapping his muscular arms around her thighs, he split her legs even wider, lapping as though he was a man dying of thirst and she was the only water for miles around.

  It felt as though the big Kindred had been building her pleasure for hours and it didn’t take Jillian long to reach the peak.

  “Kalis!” she gasped, calling his name like a prayer, as her orgasm hit her. “Oh God, yes—yes!” Her hands tightened in his hair in a grip that had to be painful, but it only made him lap harder, guiding her through the waves of pleasure that rushed over her as Jillian bucked helplessly against his mouth.

  The big Kindred kept licking and then she felt two long, strong fingers slipping deep into her pussy.

  Just as it had during her massage, this new, intimate touch sent another orgasm shooting through her. Jillian moaned helplessly, feeling her inner walls spasm around his thick fingers as Kalis continued lapping her open pussy and teasing her throbbing clit.

  Oh God! she thought deliriously. So good! Going to come so hard! Never came this hard in my life!

  But she was doing it—coming for the big Kindred as he urged her on with his mouth and fingers, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her body until she collapsed, panting, on the couch cushions.

  “Gods, little Mistress—you all right?” she heard him growl as he slowly withdrew his fingers. “You’re not going to faint on me again, are you?”

  “No,” Jillian whispered breathlessly, slowly unwinding her fingers from his hair. “No, just…just trying to catch my breath. That was intense.”

  “Take your time, then,” Kalis murmured. “Rest a minute.”

  “Thanks.” She opened her eyes to see that he was sucking her juices off his fingers in apparent enjoyment.

  “Knew you’d taste fucking delicious,” he growled softly, looking up at her. “Thank you for allowing me to heal you.”

  Jillian gave a weak laugh.

  “You just gave me two of the best orgasms in my life and you’re thanking me?”

  “Of course.” He looked at her seriously. “Opening yourself for my tongue wasn’t an easy thing to do, especially when you were so frightened of me so recently. It took courage to spread your legs for me and let me taste you—courage to let me make you come.” He licked his lips, as though to get every last trace of her juices. “Gods, I love your taste,” he added

  “Um…thank you,” Jillian whispered. “I’ve never been with a guy who, uh, enjoyed tasting me quite like that,” she confessed.

  “Then every other male you’ve ever been with is a damn fool,” Kalis growled. “There’s nothing finer than getting on your knees and lapping your female’s pussy until she comes all over your face.” He grinned at her. “And I’m glad you enjoyed it…since it might be necessary to repeat the, er, treatment.”

  “What?” Jillian looked down at herself. “But…I’m all healed.”

  “For now you are,” Kalis said seriously. “But with severe cases of venom poisoning like you had, the redness and swelling can sometimes come back. If it does—even a little—it’s important to address the issue right away. So please let me know if you get even a tiny bit of the venom rash reappearing anywhere on your body—all right, sweetheart?”

  It was the first time he’d called her something beside her name or some variation of “Mistress” but Jillian didn’t protest the sweet nickname. She only nodded.

  “All right,” she said. “I’ll let you know if any of it comes back.”

  “Or if you feel even the least bit itchy or painful,” Kalis said, frowning. “I’m being serious, Jillian—sometimes these cases can take days or even weeks to resolve. You have to be vigilant.”

  Jillian nibbled her lower lip.

  “Okay, I will,” she said, nodding.

  But she couldn’t help thinking that she now had an easy, convenient excuse to let the big Kindred touch her and taste her again. Not that she would ever abuse the privilege, but she would certainly be erring on the side of caution. If she felt the least little bit of the itchy, tight, sunburned sensation anywhere on her body, she was going to let him take care of it at once.

  In the meantime, she would just keep working with Kalis as usual, she told herself. Just because he was healing her, didn’t mean they had any kind of special relationship. She really couldn’t be accused of jumping into another romantic attachment too soon, like she had with Brad, because this wasn’t a romantic thing—it was a medical thing. It was necessary.

  Right—keep telling yourself that, whispered a little voice in her head. Keep telling yourself it’s “necessary” to spread your legs and let him lick you until you come for him.

  Jillian pushed the voice away resolutely. She would take things one day at a time and do what she had to. That was all there was to it.

  “Thank you for healing me, Kalis,” she said, her voice still rather breathless. “And…and for being so thorough about checking to be sure I didn’t have any nerve damage.” She blushed as she spoke, but she managed to meet his silver-green gaze without dropping her eyes.

  “Of course—anything to keep my Mistress safe and well,” he murmured, meeting her gaze in return with a half-lidded one of his own. “Of course, sometimes it’s better to make really certain.”

  “You mean you need to…to taste me again?” After the two amazing orgasms, Jillian wouldn’t have thought she would want him again so soon. But the way he was looking at her and talking so seductively in that soft, deep voice of his had her stomach quivering in anticipation all over again.

  “Just to be sure,” Kalis said, nodding. “Would you like to spread your legs again for me and let me check you over one more time, sweetheart?”

  “I…I guess that would be all right.” Jillian had been half-sitting but now she lay back again and spread her legs for him shyly, opening her pussy for his hungry gaze.

  “Mmm…” Kalis growled his approval. “Let’s have your legs over my shoulders this time,” he remarked, getting into position between her thighs. “Want to spread you open wide and get my tongue deep inside you, so that I can be really sure you’re healed, sweetheart.”

  “Okay,” Jillian agreed breathlessly.

  As she lay back against the couch and arched her back, lifting her pussy eagerly to meet the big Kindred’s mouth, she pushed all her doubts and worries to the back of her mind and opened herself to the pleasure he was offering her.

  She could worry about going too fast later, she decided. Right now, she just wanted to take the pleasure Kalis was giving her and not think about anything else…

  36

  “Well, you’re certainly in a good mood, lately,” Suzanne remarked, when the two of them were making pastry dough for a savory tart Jillian was trying out for Pat-ar’s brunch menu. “You’ve been happier than I’ve ever seen you, ever since the VIP dinner for the Nebrian ambassador went off so well.”

  “Yes, well, it sort of put Pat-ar on the map, didn’t it?” Jillian said, keeping her eyes down on her pastry dough. “We’ve got a waitlist a mile long now and people are booking special reservations for our Nebrian tasting menu weeks in advance.”

  “The jumja soup is a big hit,” Suzanne admitted. “But I wonder if your good mood might be because of something else, besides our sudden success. Say maybe a certain B’varren Kindred? Hmmm?” She raised her eyebrows at Jillian and there was a knowing twinkle in her eyes.

  Jillian eyed her
friend in astonishment.

  “How did you know? We’ve been so careful to stay professional in the kitchen!”

  “Yes, well, you’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are.” Suzanne laughed. “I see the two of you going into the pantry together when it’s not busy. You’re almost as bad as Lor and Lydia!”

  Jillian bit her lip. Actually, the trips to the pantry had started out innocently enough—they were necessary for whenever the venom rash popped back up—which it had a habit of doing in the oddest times and places. Sometimes she just needed Kalis to lick her collarbone to ease the sunburn-like pain and erase the pervasive redness. Other times the venom affected her in more…intimate areas.

  But no matter where the venom rash popped up, Kalis was always ready, willing, and eager to help her with it. In fact, he had admitted to Jillian that he craved the taste of her—he wanted to go down on her even when she wasn’t having a venom flare up.

  From trysts in the pantry, they had progressed to spending almost every evening together. After they closed down the kitchen for the night, Kalis would come with her to her suite to give her a thorough check-up, just to make sure the rash didn’t come back overnight. And of course, those check-ups invariably led to the big Kindred on his knees before her, lapping her pussy as she moaned and tugged his hair.

  Jillian had never been with a man who loved to eat pussy half as much as Kalis did. She was pretty sure she’d had more oral sex in the past month than she’d had previously in her entire life.

  She’d returned the favor, too. It only seemed fair, since Kalis was so willing to go down on her, that she should reciprocate. The first time she tried it, though, the big Kindred had been shocked.

  “No, no, Mistress,” he had protested, the first time she unfastened his trousers and leaned down to kiss the head of his extremely large cock. “It’s not for you to put your mouth on me—that’s beneath you.”

  “Don’t be silly,” Jillian had said, frowning. “You, er, taste me all the time. Why shouldn’t I taste you?”

  Kalis shook his head.

  “I’ve never had a Mistress who wanted to do such a thing to me before. And besides, Kindred need to taste their females—I love the taste of your pussy, love to lap the sweet honey from your well.” His voice had dropped to a low growl. “Why don’t you let me taste you now, little Mistress?”

  But his resistance had only made Jillian more determined. She’d never much cared for giving blow jobs before, but she liked the idea of taking Kalis in her mouth. His shaft was so big and thick—porn star big, she thought—and his warm, spicy scent was strong and arousing. And besides, by that time he’d gone down on her over a dozen times and she was beginning to feel really selfish.

  “You just lie there and let me take care of you,” she’d told the big Kindred. “And don’t worry that it’s ‘beneath me’—that’s ridiculous. I told you—I’m only your boss in the kitchen. Outside it, we’re equals. Okay?”

  Kalis had seemed doubtful about this, but he hadn’t put up any more resistance as she proceeded to lick and suck and stroke him to orgasm.

  “Oh, Gods—Mistress! Jillian!” he’d groaned when he finally spurted for her, his big hands fisting at his sides. “Gods, your sweet mouth on me feels so good!”

  Jillian had felt a warm sense of sexual satisfaction at finally returning the oral favor. And she had found, to her surprise, that she really enjoyed sucking the big Kindred’s shaft—though it wasn’t easy to get much of it in her mouth, due to his size.

  Part of her enjoyment had to do with the fact that Kalis never grabbed her head and forced her down until she gagged—which had been a trick her ex, Brad, was fond of doing, just as he was about to come. Jillian had hated that!

  She also found that she liked the taste of Kalis’s precum and cum—the flavor was like salted caramel—which was, admittedly odd, but also delicious. She found herself wondering if she tasted half as good to him as he did to her. If so, no wonder he liked going down on her so much!

  At any rate, the two of them had been gratifying each other in this way almost every night since the VIP dinner—though Jillian had thought she was being so careful and professional. And now, here was Suzanne, saying she knew all about her relationship with the big Kindred!

  “I’m sorry,” she said stiffly, bringing herself back to the present conversation with her friend. “I didn’t know we were being so obvious, but I’ll be sure to keep my personal relationship out of the kitchen from now on.”

  “Don’t be silly!” Suzanne exclaimed, beaming at her. “I’m not mad at you, Jilly—I’m happy for you! Ever since Brad left you high and dry, I’ve been hoping you’d find someone else—someone you can settle down and be happy with!”

  “Whoa—whoa!” Jillian held up dough-covered fingers. “Nobody said anything about ‘settling down.’ Kalis and I have just been…keeping each other company, that’s all. We haven’t had any discussions about making it permanent in any way.”

  Suzanne gave her a sympathetic look.

  “Is that because you’re still afraid to trust anyone after Brad? Because believe me, Jilly, Kindred aren’t like human guys. If Kalis says he loves you, you can trust that he’s telling the truth. And you’re never going to catch him in the sack with some showgirl, either. Kindred are loyal—they don’t cheat—ever.”

  “It’s not just that,” Jillian protested. “We’ve only known each other for a month. It takes time to decide these kinds of things.”

  “Not for me and Kind and Hard,” Suzanne said, shaking her head. “We Dream-Shared for a while, but not much longer than you and Kalis have known each other. The minute I saw the two of them, I just knew. And I’ve never looked back.” She shrugged. “I hear it’s that way for a lot of Kindred brides—it’s like a preordained thing. The Goddess puts them together with the right warrior and they just click. That’s why the Claiming Period works so well—they’re meant to be together, so a month is plenty of time for them to realize that and act on it.”

  “I don’t know if I believe in the Goddess—or any higher power for that matter,” Jillian said, frowning. “Would a merciful Goddess have let me get mixed up with a jerk like Brad?”

  “If she wanted to get you up on the Mother Ship and over to the market so you could ‘accidentally’ buy your future mate, sure she would,” Suzanne said promptly. “Look, I firmly believe that everything happens for a greater purpose. Even bad things—things you can’t understand at the time. Someday you’ll look back on those hard times in your life and see why they had to come about.”

  “Well, aren’t you Little Miss Philosophical,” Jillian said dryly. “I’m glad you’re so happy with your guys and your babies, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to settle down just yet.”

  “Well, you’re not getting any younger,” Suzanne pointed out. “Next month you celebrate your big Five-Oh.”

  “Ugh, did you have to remind me?” Jillian sighed and shook her head as she wrapped the now-finished pastry dough to chill. “As if I didn’t feel old enough already!”

  “You ought to be feeling pretty damn young—now that you’re getting so much nookie,” Suzanne pointed out. She cocked her head. “Or are you? Have you and Kalis bonded yet?”

  “No, and we’re not going to,” Jillian said firmly. “We’re getting along just fine the way we are and that’s how I’d like to keep it. Besides, he’s really on the, uh, large side, if you know what I mean,” she added. “I’m not eager to try and take on something that big—I’d be walking funny for a week afterwards!”

  “Oh, all Kindred are big,” Suzanne said dismissively. “All you need is some bonding fruit. That stuff helps you stretch like nobody’s business—it also makes you horny as hell, though, so be careful if you eat some,” she added.

  Jillian nodded doubtfully. Living on the Mother Ship, she’d heard all about the magical properties of the little fruit that looked a bit like a triangular peach. But just like the Kindred Goddess, she wasn’t sure how muc
h she believed of what she’d heard.

  “Well, this pastry is done and we’re all set for brunch.” Suzanne sighed as she stacked the neatly wrapped parcels of tart dough and put them in the walk-in chiller. “Want to come over and see the babies? They’re actually getting to be fun, now that they’re smiling and cooing instead of screaming and crying from the colic,” she added, smiling tiredly.

  “I would love to see the babies, but there’s something I need to do at my suite,” Jillian hedged.

  Suzanne grinned.

  “Don’t you mean someone? It’s okay, go on and have some fun with Kalis. I kind of wish I would have had more fun with my guys before I got knocked up.”

  “You’re a great mom—you know you love it.” Jillian smiled at her friend. “But I have to be honest, seeing you up to all hours dealing with triplets makes me really glad I didn’t have kids with Brad, after all.” She made a face. “Well, I wouldn’t have wanted to have a child with that bastard no matter what, but I’m just glad not to be a single mom right now.”

  Suzanne frowned.

  “Well what about when you get together with Kalis—because I know you will. Are you going to try for kids then?”

  Jillian shook her head.

  “You know, if you’d asked me a couple of years ago, I would have said yes without a doubt. But now that I’m getting towards fifty, well—I kind of think that ship has sailed. And you know what? I’m all right with that.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m happy just being the cool aunt to your three little guys and still having time to myself to travel and cook and explore.”

  Suzanne sighed.

  “Now you’re making me jealous! You get to go back to your suite and have a glass of wine and some nookie and I have to go home and change dirty diapers.”

  “You’ll be fine,” Jillian told her, laughing. “You’ve got two husbands to help you, remember?”

  “Yes, and they’re both really good about changing diapers and rocking and burping the babies but I’m the only one who can breast feed and believe me, my boobs are getting so sore,” Suzanne complained.