Sarah couldn’t believe it was possible to be so happy. She felt incredibly light and free and indescribably relieved that Sazar had saved her before Father Caleb had carried out his evil plan.
He loves me—Sazar loves me! she thought and a deep joy welled up inside her—a fountain that would never run dry. Sazar loved her and she loved him. The misunderstandings were all cleared up and they would be a family, just as little Tsandor had hoped.
She hummed contentedly in the shower as the warm water sluiced down her back. Yes, she’d just had a shower back at the Compound but Sarah had felt she needed another one. She wanted to wash the stink of The Brotherhood off her skin completely.
The Alquon nipples jewelry was still painful but she knew soon Sazar would help her remove it and heal her of any harm it might have done.
Just the thought of having him touch her and taste her again made her quiver inside. She’d been missing his touch in the time they’d been apart. And now that he had asked her to marry him—to become his mate as the Kindred said—she felt free to give in to temptation and do anything she wanted with him.
And I want a lot, she thought to herself, humming as she scrubbed gently around her tender breasts and then down between her legs. Suddenly she felt extra wetness between her thighs and gasped.
What the…?
Looking down she saw that the clear Alquon stay-tight plug had finally dissolved.
Well, I guess that’s a good thing, Sarah thought. She’d been wondering if it would ever melt away as the breeding attendant had promised. It seemed that twenty-four hours on Alquon was a longer time span than twenty-four hours on Earth.
She was washing herself thoroughly when she heard a knock on the bathroom door.
“Sarah? Are you all right?” Sazar’s deep voice asked. “I thought I heard you gasp.”
Sarah finished rinsing and turned off the water. Wrapping herself in a towel, she went to open the door.
“You heard that? Even over the sound of the shower?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Sorry. I’m just…very attuned to you right now.”
“It’s all right. I did gasp. Because, well…” Sarah bit her lip and decided to tell him. “Because the, uh, stay-tight thing the breeding attendant put in me just now dissolved in the shower.”
“The what?” He frowned, then his gaze cleared. “Oh yes—the little clear plug that was supposed…” He cleared his throat. “Supposed to keep my seed inside you.”
“It did, you know,” Sarah confessed in a small voice. “Until just now. I, uh, thought that was one reason you wanted to send me back to Earth. I thought you assumed I’d get pregnant and you didn’t want a baby. That happened with Sister Hope, Father Caleb’s secretary. He got her pregnant and then got…got rid of her.”
“Sweetheart, no!” Sazar took her in his arms and hugged her hard. “No, I would never send you away to deal with a pregnancy on your own! In fact, it never even crossed my mind that you could be pregnant.”
“It didn’t?” Sarah pushed back from the hug, frowning a little. “How could it not? I mean after the way we, you know, had sex and the fact that the stay-tight was keeping everything up, uh, inside me?”
“I knew you couldn’t be pregnant because we hadn’t had bonding sex,” Sazar explained patiently.
“What do you mean? Of course we had sex,” Sarah protested.
“Yes and with some of the Kindred races making love and allowing the male to come inside you is enough for bonding sex. But not for Blood Kindred or for Pitch-Blood Kindred,” Sazar explained. “With our kind the male must bite the female at the moment of ejaculation and inject her with his essence—the same liquid, secreted from my fangs, that I used to heal you.”
“Oh.” Sarah was surprised. “So I was worried for nothing.”
“You didn’t know.” Sazar shook his head. “And I should have realized you would be worried about such an eventuality. It was damn inconsiderate of me to let you go when you were thinking you might be carrying my child.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I was just so angry and upset I didn’t consider it—just as I didn’t remember the nipple jewelry.”
“Well…you can make it up to me about the jewelry.” Sarah shifted uncomfortably. Though she had wrapped the large blue towel very loosely around her chest, the nipple bands were really beginning to ache.
“It would be my pleasure, sweetheart.” Putting an arm around her, Sazar led her out into the living area and sat her on a long, overstuffed brown sofa opposite the crackling fire in the fireplace.
Sarah felt her heart drumming in the cage of her ribs and her skin felt flushed all over. All this and he hadn’t even touched her yet! God, she had really missed him! Missed his big hands and warm mouth on her.
And his fangs, she thought and shivered. Should she offer to let him drink from her again? It hadn’t been that long so he might not need the blood but somehow she wanted him to bite her.
Maybe in a minute, she told herself. After he gets off the nipple bands.
“Drop the towel, sweetheart,” Sazar commanded in a low growl. “Let me see what I can do.”
Taking a deep breath, Sarah opened the dark blue towel, revealing her full breasts. The float dots were still working, making her breasts stand out as though they were being supported by a bustier and the gold and diamond nipple jewelry was still firmly in place.
“Gods, your poor nipples,” Sazar murmured, cupping her breasts. “They’re very red.” He looked up at her. “I think I’m going to have to spend some time healing you, Sarah.”
“That…that’s all right,” she whispered, almost tripping over the words in her eagerness. “I don’t mind. Just please…get the bands off me.”
“Of course.” He ducked his head and took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving the tight little bud, setting all of Sarah’s nerve endings on fire.
“Oh…oh!” she gasped as the gold and diamond band wrapped around her tender peak finally came free. It hurt but felt good at the same time and her nipple was incredibly tender.
Sazar pulled back and examined her bare breast.
“Hmm…let me get some essence…” He opened his mouth and Sarah saw him run the tip of his tongue over the sharp edges of his fangs for a moment before leaning down to spread the healing essence they produced over her red and swollen peak.
“Mmm,” she moaned softly. Feeling his essence heal her was hot but the sight of his fangs made her even hotter. She couldn’t help remembering how it had been to have him drink from her breast…how good it had felt when those sharp points slid into her tender flesh…Her pussy got wet just thinking about it and she had to squeeze her thighs together tightly.
“Feels better now?” Sazar raised an eyebrow at her questioningly as he pulled back from her breast.
“Yes,” Sarah whispered. “Much better. Thank you.”
“Then I’ll do the other one.” He sucked the left nipple into his mouth and repeated the process, ending by healing her again. Then he sat back. “There, Ladara—all healed.”
“Thank you. They…they don’t hurt at all, anymore.” Sarah smiled at him shyly. “But…what does ‘Ladara’ mean? I’ve been wanting to ask you ever since you started calling me that.”
“Oh, well…” He cleared his throat and looked uncomfortable. “It’s a…nickname of sorts. A tern of endearment among my own kind.”
“But what does it mean?” Sarah persisted. “Is it like sweetheart or baby or honey or what?”
“Well actually it means sweet-blood,” Sazar explained a bit stiffly. “I’m sorry if that offends you and please know that while I love the flavor of your blood, that’s not all I love about you. I—”
“I like it,” Sarah interrupted him. Reaching up, she carded her fingers through his thick black hair. “Sweet-blood. It’s…sweet.” She laughed.
Sazar looked relieved. “I’m glad you don’t mind. I have heard of other Pitch-Bloods who mated with human women who were not so pleased to be nicknamed for the flavor of their blood.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” Sarah assured him.
She was still feeling hot and wet between her thighs from the way he’d healed her nipples and she wished she could think of a way to get him to do more…to bite her again…to make love to her.
“Speaking of sweet blood,” she said, trying to sound casual. “You look kind of pale to me, Sazar. Do, uh, do you need a drink?”
His eyebrows raised in surprise. “Are you offering? It hasn’t been that long since I took blood from you, you know.”
“I know, but…you look like you could use some. And I don’t mind.”
“I love the flavor of your blood,” he admitted. “And if I bit you more often I wouldn’t need to take as much at once time.”
He could bite her every day as far as Sarah was concerned. But it was where he bit her that she was preoccupied with right now.
“That would be fine with me,” she told Sazar. But when the big Kindred started to nuzzle her neck, sending a shiver down her spine, she knew he wasn’t aiming for where she wanted him.
“Hey,” she said, still trying to sound casual. “Remember on Alquon Ultrea when you, uh, took blood from me here?”
She traced her right nipple with one finger, shivering a little at the erotic feeling of touching herself in front of her lover. It was certainly something she wouldn’t have done before but now she felt free…and extremely hot and needy.
Sazar’s pale eyes went half-lidded and flashed red for a moment.
“Yes, of course I remember. Drinking from your breast was one of the most sensual experiences of my life.”
“I…I liked it too,” Sarah admitted breathlessly. “Did…did you mean it when you told me you could call a vein anywhere on my body?”
“It is one of my abilities as a Pitch-Blood,” he rumbled. “Do you want me to drink from your breast again?”
“Not exactly. I mean, I love it but…” Sarah bit her lip, trying to think how to put her request. She wondered if it was kinky and wrong to want what she wanted. But kinky and wrong as defined by who? By The Brotherhood? The Prophet? They were out of her life forever—she was making her own rules now, she decided defiantly. She would do what she wanted.
“What is it, Ladara?” Sazar murmured, sensing her hesitation. “What do you want to ask me?”
“I just wondered…remember when you healed me between my, uh, my thighs?” She stumbled over the words but was determined to get them out. “When the, uh, pearl panties had been rubbing me too long?”
“Of course I remember.” His voice was a soft, low growl. “Healing and tasting your sweet little pussy was one of the greatest pleasures of my life.”
“Well could you…can you…” Sarah took a deep breath. “Can you call a vein and drink from me there?”
Sazar’s dark eyebrows shot up again.
“Are you certain you want that? It can be very uncomfortable for a female unless she is a Fated Mate to the Pitch-Blood who is drinking from her there.”
“Fated mate?” Sarah frowned. “What’s that?”
“Any Kindred can mate with any female when the Goddess brings them together,” Sazar explained. “But with the Pitch-Blood, there is a certain, special female with whom a perfect bond can be formed—complete unity.”
“But how is that different from the bond a Kindred usually forms with his mate?” Sarah asked. Kat had told her a little about how it worked with Kindred and their mates, how they were able to pick up on each other’s feelings and send each other thoughts. It sounded amazing. But how much better could it be with a Fated Mate?
Sazar took a deep breath and looked troubled.
“A perfect bond means that death cannot part them. Basically, it ensures a long, healthy life for both and it ties them together in such a way that they will die at the same time when their end comes.”
“So if you find your Fated Mate you don’t have to worry about losing her?” The way you lost Malinda? Sarah didn’t say it aloud but she knew both of them were thinking it.
Sazar nodded. “But it’s extremely rare. Not one Pitch-Blood in a thousand finds his Fated Mate.”
“And how can you tell if the girl you’re with is supposed to be your, uh Fated Mate?” Sarah asked.
“By the way she reacts to your fangs piercing her in…sensitive areas,” Sazar said in a low voice. “A regular female will feel intense discomfort unless she is being stimulated during the feeding. The pleasure acts to drown out the pain of the bite. But a Fated Mate will feel the Blood Pleasure—the intense fulfillment of allowing her mate to bite her in such an intimate area—whether she is being stimulated or not.”
Sarah thought of the intense sensations that had rolled through her when his fangs had pierced her breast before. But he’d been touching her at the time, stroking her pussy so she wouldn’t feel any pain. What would it feel like if she let him bite her there between her legs without touching or stroking her at the same time?
“I want to try it,” she said abruptly. “But what happens if I’m not your Fated Mate?”
“Then I will love you and cherish you forever,” he said softly. “And only drink from you in more conventional spots. Malinda was not my Fated Mate yet I loved her to distraction.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “Losing her almost killed me.”
And wouldn’t it be wonderful if he could never have to worry about losing me? Sarah thought to herself. If I was his Fated Mate we would live a long life and die at the same time—guaranteed. That fear that he must have that I’ll go suddenly, the same way his first wife did, would be completely dispelled.
Of course, she probably wasn’t his Fated Mate if the phenomenon was as rare as he said. But still, the idea of letting him bite her there continued to make her feel hot and shaky all over.
“I want to try it,” she repeated. “Can we, Sazar?”
His eyes were half-lidded again.
“You have to ask me if I want to bite you? If I want to taste your sweet pussy again?”
Sarah felt her breath coming short and she bit her lip.
“I don’t know—do you?”
In answer, he dropped to his knees beside the couch.
“Spread your legs for me, Ladara. Let me drink from you.”
Sarah had been sitting there with the dark blue towel pooled around her waist. Now she opened it and lay back on the couch, cushioning her head against the thick leather armrest.
Sazar knelt between her thighs, running his big, warm hands up and down her bare legs.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. “So fucking gorgeous when you’re all open for me this way, sweetheart.” He began placing slow, hot kisses up and down her legs, from her ticklish inner ankles to the tender insides of her knees…and then up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
“Hey,” Sarah protested breathlessly. “I…I thought you weren’t supposed to, uh, stimulate me before you bit me? How can we tell if I’m your Fated Mate if you’re getting me all worked up first?”
“Getting you all worked up, as you put it, doesn’t do anything to prove or disprove the Fated Mate theory,” he murmured. “It’s only if I’m stimulating your sweet little clit while I bite you that negates the test. And to be truthful, even manual stimulation won’t help you enjoy my bite between your thighs if you aren’t my Fated Mate.” He stroked her inner thighs and kissed her again. “So I can taste and lick and suck your pussy all I want to—it won’t make any difference when it comes to biting such a sensitive area. Either you’ll enjoy it or you won’t.”
“Well then, let’s see if I enjoy it,” Sarah suggested a little breathlessly. But to her surprise, Sazar shook his head.
“I want to taste you first, Ladara,” he murmured. “I want to drink of your sweet pussy juices before I drink of your blood. Only after I’ve licked your hot little cunt and felt you coming all over my face will I sink my fangs into you there.”
“Oh…” The dirty words spoken in his deep, growling voice were doing all kinds of things to Sarah’s insides. “All right,” she whispered. “I guess if that’s the way you want to do it.”
“It is…” His eyes were glowing red again with obvious lust and need. “So spread yourself for me, sweetheart—let me get between your thighs and taste you deeply.”
“Yes, Sazar,” she whispered and opened her thighs wider, allowing him easier access.
* * * * *
Sazar groaned when he saw her sweet, pink folds spreading for him. Gods she was so hot and sweet and perfect, his little human! And her pussy was already so wet—the hallmark of a true numalla—prized by the Blood Kindred because their wet pussies allowed a male’s thick shaft to slip easily into the female’s sheath.
He longed to lap up those sweet juices, to feel her quivering against him as he tasted her perfect little pussy. But first he had to mark her with his scent. It was something all Kindred, no matter what type they belonged to, felt the need to do.
Leaning down, he gripped her thighs and rubbed his cheek against her soft mound. Her sweet feminine musk filled his senses and his shaft was suddenly so hard in his flight leathers it ached for release.
Reaching down, he popped open the magno-tabs holding his leathers closed, giving his shaft some room to breathe. He thought of taking himself in hand but he needed both hands to touch and pleasure Sarah right now. Indeed, she was already shifting her hips against the couch and moaning though he had only rubbed his cheek against her. Gods, she was so sensitive…so responsive to his touch!
Time to touch her more, then, whispered a little voice in his head. Sazar couldn’t have agreed more.
Ducking his head, he spread her outer pussy lips with his thumbs, opening her sweet, pink folds even wider, before placing a hot, open mouthed kiss over the tight little button of her clit.
Sarah moaned and bucked upward at once and her pussy got even wetter. Looking at how her folds were shiny with her honey, Sazar knew he couldn’t wait any longer to taste her fully.
He nuzzled closer and let just the tip of his tongue slip into her entrance, finding the opening to her channel and the sweet treasure within. Sarah gasped and quivered, her entire body shaking, as he lapped upward, gathering as much of her salty-sweet juices on his tongue as he could.
“Oh,” she moaned and he felt her small hands in his hair. “Oh Sazar, please…please don’t stop!”
His cock surged again, making him feel hard enough to fuck through a brick wall. Gods, he loved her soft, sexy, curvy body and the way she begged for his tongue in her!
“Just getting started, Ladara,” he promised hoarsely. “Just lay still like a good girl and let me lick your sweet pussy until you come.”
But of course she couldn’t hold still. As he licked her again and then again and then sucked the bud of her clit into his mouth and circled it lazily with his tongue, she moaned and cried and jerked under his exploring mouth. Sazar had been right—he needed both hands to hold her in place as she writhed against him, her soft little fingers tugging at his hair as broken syllables of need fell from her lush lips.
Just tasting her was almost enough to make him come. Feeling her full thighs wrapped around his head, hearing her cry and moan, lapping away her honey while she made more and more, living up to her numalla name…it made him fucking rock hard and nearly crazy with lust until he didn’t know if he wanted to bite her or fuck her or both.
Make her come, he told himself, holding onto his self control grimly. Make her come first and then you can do both.
“Sazar…Sazar!” She cried his name like a prayer, bucking her hips up shamelessly to ride his face until his mouth and cheeks and chin were shiny with her juices.
“Hold still sweetheart—need to eat your sweet pussy until you come,” he growled.
Gripping her hips in both hands, Sazar held her down and lapped her, exploring her pussy thoroughly with his tongue and teasing her tight little clit. Every once in a while he tested her by pressing his fangs lightly against her sensitive flesh. But Sarah never jerked away or begged him to stop. In fact, she seemed to get even wetter every time he tried it. The Blood Hunger was teasing at his nerves even though he had drunk from her not that long ago. Gods, he wanted her!
He became aware that Sarah’s moans and cries had turned into coherent words again. He lifted his head for a moment and tried to focus on what she was saying.
“Bite me, Sazar,” she was begging, her bare breasts and tight pink nipples heaving as she panted with need. “Please, please bite me! I want you to—I need you to!”
Sazar told himself he should make her come first. If she wasn’t his Fated Mate, the pain of him sinking his fangs into such an intimate area could ruin or derail her pleasure. But she was begging him so hard he couldn’t help himself—he wanted to bite her as badly as she wanted to be bitten.
He had to do it now.
Pressing her down hard with his hands to stop her wiggling, he leaned forward, fangs extended, and struck.
* * * * *
The entire time he was tasting her, Sarah kept feeling the sharp points of his fangs brushing against her slippery inner pussy. Though she was well aware she shouldn’t like this, it seemed to push her higher—further into ecstasy. She cried out and bucked against him, tangling her fingers in his hair as she rode his face shamelessly.
She began to want his bite—to crave it as she had never craved anything before. Every time those sharp points brushed her she felt closer and closer to the edge. Finally she heard herself begging him, crying for the pleasure of his touch—the sharp kiss of his fangs.
“Bite me,” she begged, pressing up to get more of him—his cheeks scratching against her tender thighs, his hot tongue lapping from the entrance of her pussy all the way up her slit. “Please, Sazar—bite me now! I can’t wait—I need it—need you. Bite me!”
At first she thought he wouldn’t listen, that he would insist on making her come first. Which he certainly could—she was close already. But she couldn’t help thinking that it would be so much better, so much hotter, if he would only bite her first.
And then, finally, she felt his big hands pressing her into the couch, forcing her writhing hips to hold still. His mouth came down, the fangs long and sharp, and she felt them pierce into her flesh.
Sarah nearly screamed.
The pleasure she felt was indescribable. It was as though someone had taken ten—no a hundred—no a thousand orgasms and distilled their pleasure down into two tiny sharp points applied to her pussy.
It felt like someone had set off a nuclear bomb inside her.
She grabbed the big Kindred’s head with both hands and rose upward in defiance of the way he was holding her down. She only knew she needed more—needed it to never end as the intense sensation rolled over her, blotting out everything else except for the orgasm that gripped her and wouldn’t let go.
“Sazar! Oh God…Oh please yes, yes,” she heard herself babbling. “That feels so good…so right. Please…please!”
It was too much. Her toes curled and it felt like very muscle in her body had a current of electricity flowing through it. Her pussy spasmed, clenching hard though there was nothing to clench and she knew she needed him in her again, filling her…fucking her…claiming her.
“Please!” she moaned again. She felt like her heart might explode…like she might never be able to get a deep breath again. Like her body was made of light and was scattering into a million pieces.
Then Sazar lifted his head and licked his lips.
“Ladara,” he whispered hoarsely. “You are my Fated Mate.”
“Then take me!” Sarah demanded reaching for him. “Please—I need you in me. Now!”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. With a low groan of need, he rose from the floor and settled between her spread thighs.
Sarah fumbled between them eagerly, pulling his shaft out of his flight leathers—too needy to take it slow. She needed his big, hard length inside her, stretching her pussy, filling her completely.
“Eager, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He grinned, one corner of his sensual mouth curving up.
“I need you,” Sarah whispered. “Please, Sazar—I feel so empty.”
“Put me inside you then, Ladara,” he growled softly. “Slide my cock into your tight little cunt…let me stretch you open and fill you with my seed again.”
Again his dirty words seemed to flip a switch inside her.
“Yes…oh God, yes,” she gasped. He was thick and pulsing in her hand as she rubbed the broad head, already wet with precum, against her slippery pussy. He found his way easily into her folds and then the tip of his shaft was breaching her entrance and pressing inside.
Sarah moaned as he filled her. It seemed to her she’d forgotten how big he was, how thick and long. As he pushed deeper and deeper into her, she wondered if her pussy could take it.
But I took him once, she reminded herself. Back on Alquon when I was still a virgin. This time I’m not, and I’m a numalla—I can do this. It’s the only way to have bonding sex…the only way to be with Sazar forever.
Besides she wanted it—wanted him—badly. Moaning eagerly, she tilted her hips upward and locked her legs around his waist as she pulled him into her.
“Gods, Sarah,” he groaned hoarsely as he sank into her. “Your pussy is so tight and wet…you feel so good wrapped around me.”
“I like…like the way you feel inside me,” Sarah panted. “Like the way you fill me up. But I like it even better when you…when you move. When you thrust.”
“When I fuck, you mean? You want me to fuck you, Ladara?” he growled. “Fuck you long and deep and fill you with my seed?”
Still panting, Sarah nodded.
“Please,” she begged shamelessly. “Please Sazar, yes!”
“All right, sweetheart—I’ll fuck you.” He cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. “But I warn you, I’ll be breeding you for real this time. At the moment I shoot my seed in your pussy I’m going to bite you and inject my essence at the same time. That means I really could make you pregnant.”
For some reason this made Sarah even hotter.
“Yes,” she whispered, bucking up to get more of his thick cock into her tightly stretched pussy. “Yes, Sazar do it—breed me. Make me yours.”
“Look in my eyes while I do it,” he commanded, his deep voice filled with lust. His pale eyes—now a pulsing red—caught and held hers as he pulled almost all the way out. “Look at me while I fuck you, Sarah—while I claim you and make you mine forever, my sweet Fated Mate.”
Moaning with the intense intimacy, Sarah obeyed, looking up at the big Kindred. Sazar held her eyes with his own as he slowly sank his thick shaft back into her pussy to the root.
“Numalla,” he growled softly. “Gods, you're so hot and tight and wet. Your little pussy is so slippery and sweet. I love that you can take all of me, right to the hilt. Love that you can open up and let me breed you.”
Sarah thought she was going to go crazy with need. She could feel a second orgasm rising inside her—a deeper one this time. She didn’t know how much more she could take after the intense experience of having him bite her between her thighs but she had a feeling she was going to find out.
“So sweet and tight and hot,” he groaned as he thrust inside her over and over, pulling her close as he looked into her eyes. “I love you sweetheart—love you so much. Do you know that?”
“I…love you too,” Sarah panted. And then suddenly the way he was filling her and rubbing against her clit with every thrust became too much. “Oh Sazar," she gasped. “Think I’m going to…I…I’m coming. Can’t help it!”
“Don’t want you to help it. Gods, I can feel you clenching all around my cock,” he growled. “Bare your neck for me, Ladara. Let me claim you.”
Sarah turned her head to one side, her pussy still spasming helplessly around his thick, invading cock. And then his fangs were sinking deep into her throat as she felt his shaft grow even thicker and something hot spurted deep in her pussy.
His seed. He’s filling me with his seed. Claiming me—he’s claiming me, she thought deliriously.
“That’s right, sweetheart—I am” she heard his deep voice growling in her head. “Now we’ll never be parted again, my beautiful Fated Mate.”
Then the pleasure took over and Sarah couldn’t think anymore but could only feel.