Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) (32 page)

“Well?” Thrace rumbled softly, watching her
through half-lidded eyes.

Trin looked up at him.

“I…I shouldn’t want you to do
this,” she whispered at last, trying to put her thoughts into words. “I
shouldn’t
want this.”

“But you do.” It was a
statement, not a question. “I’m a male and you should want nothing to do with
me. You shouldn’t want to spread your thighs for me and let me lap your soft
little cunt until you come all over my face.”

“Thrace…” She hitched in a breath
and crossed her legs under the scarlet dress, pressing her thighs together.
Already her nipples were tight and achy and her pussy was throbbing and he’d
done nothing but talk to her about what he wanted to do.

No…what
he’s
going
to do,
Trin told herself and knew it was so.

“But you’re going to let me
anyway, aren’t you, baby?” he murmured. “You’re going to open for me and let me
taste you…let me get you nice and wet so I can slide that shaft deep into your
hot little pussy.”

“I…yes. I guess so.” Goddess,
what was it about him? Why did he affect her so intensely?

“Come here then.” He pulled her
towards him gently and leaned down to kiss her. Trin moved her head so that his
lips fell on the corner of her mouth.

“Wait—now? But the feast isn’t
until tonight.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’ve
got something else you want to do—want to visit the ornamental gardens or suck
some more dream gas bubbles from the fountain?”

“Well…no.” Trin looked down at
her hands.

“Look at me.” He lifted her chin
gently and looked into her eyes. “I want to take my time with you, baby. Want
to open you and kiss you and taste you until you’re as hot as you can possibly
be before I put that damn phallus inside you. That takes time, especially when
you’re all keyed up and nervous.”

“Well…” Trin sighed. “All right,
I guess. So…how do we start?”

“Slowly,” he murmured, stroking
her cheek. “Slowly…with just a kiss.”

“A kiss? Like this?” Daring
greatly, Trin leaned up and touched her lips to his, initiating a kiss between
them for the first time.

Thrace
growled in approval at her newfound
boldness. He kissed her back, eagerly but gently, parting her lips with his and
teasing her delicately with his tongue. Showing her, perhaps, the way he
planned to penetrate her.

Her heart started beating faster
at the thought and she would have pulled away from the kiss but Thrace
ended it first.

“That was nice,” he murmured.
“But that wasn’t exactly where I meant to kiss you.”

“You…you mean…”

Slowly, he nodded. “Remember how
I kissed you when I offered you obeisance?”

“Yes,” Trin whispered.

“Well, I thought we could start
slowly. Like that.”

“Okay.” She lifted her chin and
tried to sound calm. She had committed herself to doing this and she wasn’t
about to back out now. “So…do you need me standing up?” she asked.

Thrace
shook his head. “First I need you naked.
It’s going to be hard to get to you with all the lace and frills in the way.” He
flicked at the red dress she’d put on that morning contemptuously.

“Completely naked?”

“Mmm-hmm.” He nodded.

“All right…”Trin felt reluctant,
even though he’d seen her in that state the night before.
And you slept naked in his arms,
reminded the little voice in her
head helpfully.
Don’t forget that. You
might as well just strip down and stop making such a big deal about it.

Stiffening her resolve, she
started to do exactly that, but Thrace
intervened.

“Let me, Mistress,” he murmured,
looking into her eyes. Trin let him and he helped her off with the red, flouncy
dress and tossed it carelessly on the back of a chair. In a way, it was a
relief to get it off—the lace on that particular dress was extremely itchy. But
now Trin felt cold and exposed. She had the urge to try and cover herself with
her hands but instead she stood there, her back straight, trying not to shiver.

Thrace
seemed to know what was wrong because
instead of starting at once, he pulled her into a warm embrace, wrapping his
muscular arms around her and holding her close to his broad chest.

The minute their bodies
connected and his warm, spicy scent filled her nose, Trin felt an immediate
easing of the anxiety that had threatened to overwhelm her.

“Mmm,” she murmured, pressing
her cheek to the hollow of his throat and inhaling deeply. “I love the way you
smell. I’ve never smelled anything like your scent before.”

“No one has,” Thrace murmured. “You’re smelling
my bonding scent—the Kindred have it too. It’s a trait we share with them.”

“Bonding scent?” She frowned up
at him.

“A special scent our bodies
produce to draw a chosen female to us. Don’t worry,” he said lightly. “It
doesn’t mean I’m going to try and bond you to me. It just means I want you…want
to do this badly. To pleasure you. To worship your body with mine.”

“Oh, Thrace…” His soft words affected
her deeply because she could hear the sincerity in his tone. He really wanted
to bring her pleasure and to help her through this ordeal. This wasn’t just a
business transaction or paying off a debt—the big Havoc
cared
for her in a way that went beyond any of that.

And
maybe you care for him too,
whispered
a little voice in her head.
Maybe
you…love him?
But that was ridiculous—a daughter of Zetta Prime couldn’t
love a male. She just felt close to him because they were in a tight situation
and he was her only ally. Right?

“Mistress…” He cupped her cheek
in one gentle hand and looked down into her eyes. “May I offer you obeisance
again? May I kiss between your thighs and bring you pleasure?”

“Yes,” Trin whispered and this
time there was no hesitation…no guilt. She wanted to feel his mouth on her
again, as she had the night before. And she trusted him to be gentle, to not
hurt or rush her. He had said he wanted to take his time…she was willing to let
him.

“Lie down then.” Thrace
arranged her at the end of the sleeping platform so that her lower legs hung
over the side. He got one of the long bolster pillows and put it on the floor
in front of her.

Trin propped herself up on her
elbows and watched his preparations with a fast beating heart.

“For my knees,” he explained,
when he saw her watching. “I plan to be here a long time and the floor gets
damn hard after awhile.”

“Oh,” she whispered. Now that
she was out of his arms, not pressed to his chest, the uncertainty was
beginning to creep in again. Thrace
seemed to sense that because he knelt before her and leaned forward to wrap his
long arms around her waist. He wasn’t between her legs, just to one side of
her, yet the warmth of his big body seemed to surround her and calm her down
again.

“It’s okay, baby,” he murmured,
rubbing his warm, scratchy cheek against her belly. “Just relax. Relax and let
me make you feel good.”

At his urging, Trin allowed
herself to lay back against the sleeping platform. Thrace had placed several pillows
for her head as well, so that she could be elevated enough to see exactly what
he was doing.

He knelt before her, his hands
on her upper thighs and met her gaze.

“Slowly,” he murmured. “Gently.
I just want to offer you my obeisance, Mistress.”

“All right…” At his urging, Trin
allowed her thighs to drift apart. Thrace settled between them, his
broad shoulders splitting her wide.

“Gods,” he murmured hoarsely,
his eyes flicking over her wet core. “So fucking beautiful.” He inhaled. “And
your scent is so delicious. It will be a pleasure to worship you with my mouth,
my lady.” He ran his big, warm hands up her thighs and framed her pussy with
his long fingers. Then slowly, reverently, he parted her swollen outer lips
with his thumbs, revealing her inner folds.

Trin was embarrassed to see that
she was already glistening with honey. Apparently no matter what the judgmental
little voice in her head said, her body wanted this—wanted it badly.

“Thrace…” She bit her lip, tensing
her thighs.

“Just a kiss at first,” he
reminded her soothingly. “Just an obeisance. But I need you to be open so that
I can kiss you properly. As you were last night, remember?”

The reminder that they had
already done this the night before put Trin somewhat at ease.

“All right,” she whispered,
feeling some of the tension in her legs ease. Thrace must have felt it too
because he leaned forward and nuzzled her inner thigh very gently with his
cheek.

Trin moaned softly at the
scratch of his stubble against her tender flesh. It felt good—as though he was
igniting her nerves, getting her ready for the fire he was going to set with
his mouth.

“So fucking gorgeous,” she heard
him mutter hoarsely, and then he kissed her as softly as he had the night
before.

As it had been last night, the
kiss was soft and reverent…but this one was much deeper. This time she didn’t
sense that he was trying to hold back from licking or tasting her. She felt his
tongue, hot and wet and eager, press fully against her open slit as he kissed
her. The sensation sent shivers of desire through her whole body and she
trembled under his mouth, her nipples tightening into tight points of pure
desire.

When he pulled back, his mouth
was already wet and shiny with her juices. His eyes were half-lidded, almost
drugged with need.

“Gods, Mistress…” He licked his
lips, his voice a hoarse growl. “You’re so delicious. Did that feel good?”

“You know it did.” Trin found
that her hips were thrusting, making little wanting motions towards his mouth
that she didn’t seem to have any control over. Now that she’d finally felt his
tongue on her in this most sensitive area, her body was going into overdrive. “I
need more,” she confessed, half ashamed but unable to deny her need.

“I do too. So much more.” His
eyes blazed. “Are you ready to let me kiss you deeper now? To spread your pussy
open and taste your clit?”

Trin bit her lip. “All right,”
she whispered. “Yes, I…I want that.”

“Good. Relax, Mistress.” He
stroked her thighs again soothingly though his eyes were still filled with lust.
“Let me pay a special obeisance to the center of your pleasure.”

Trin watched as he spread her
even wider, his broad shoulders pressing against her inner thighs and his
thumbs opening her until there were no secrets left. Her inner pussy was berry
dark and wet with honey and the little button of her clit stood out
prominently, throbbing with need, as though begging for his special attention.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, and
bent to kiss her again.

This time he concentrated
directly on her clit, placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the swollen little
bump and tracing it gently with the tip of his tongue.

Trin gasped as jagged spikes of
pleasure flashed through her and then he sucked the sensitive little bundle of
nerves into his mouth and bathed it with his tongue, licking until she couldn’t
hold still, couldn’t keep her hips from moving up to meet him. A sensation was
building inside her…a need that was filling her up. As he continued to lick and
suck her clit, her breath began coming harder and faster and she knew she was
getting close.

“Thrace…” she moaned, her hips
bucking to his rhythm. “Oh, Goddess…that feels…”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he
said, pulling away to Trin’s disappointment. “And you’re already getting
close—I can feel it in the way you’re tensing up.”

“Yes,” she admitted, halfway
ashamed. Goddess, he hadn’t even been kissing her pussy for two minutes and already
she was almost at the peak!

“That’s good—I love that you’re
so turned on. So close. But I don’t want you to come yet.” Thrace kissed her inner thigh
gently. “Not until I’m ready to put the shaft inside you. The hotter you are,
the easier it’ll be to get it in. But first, I need to lick you open.”

Trin felt her breath catch in
her throat.

“You mean, put your tongue…”

“Deep in your pussy, yes baby,”
he murmured, kissing her other thigh. “So I need you to lean back and open
yourself just as wide as you can. Remember, the deeper I can get inside you,
the easier it will be later when you need to wear the phallus.”

“All right.”

Trin bit her lip. This was it.
In a moment, she could no longer call herself one of the Unpenetrated. And yet,
though she felt some trepidation and, far in the back of her mind, deep guilt,
the emotion that was strongest was need…desire. She
wanted
to feel him in her, even though she knew she shouldn’t. “Thrace,”
she whispered. “Please…”

“I know what you need, baby,” he
murmured. “And I’m going to give it to you…all of it. But I need you even more
open…like this.” He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders, raising
her hips and supporting her with his hands under her bottom.