Chapter Eleven
“My Khalla, you have to let go of this guilt—it is not your fault what happened to Kate.”
“You don’t think so? Because it sure feels like my fault. That trap was set for me.” Emily swiped at her eyes again. She’d been crying since they got back to the guest suite they had been assigned for their visit here aboard the Mother Ship.
“Emily…come here.” Tragar was sitting on the couch, watching her pace. Now he beckoned to her with one big hand.
Emily went to him reluctantly and sat beside him.
“No.” Tragar shook his head and patted his lap. “Face me, Emily. I want you close.”
Emily did as he said, straddling his lean hips so that they were face to face. She wanted the comfort of her man’s hands on her but in some ways she didn’t feel like she deserved it. Poor Kate! Everything that happened to her was my fault. If only I hadn’t told her to sniff that bouquet…
“You had no idea the bouquet was poisoned,” Tragar sent and she knew he had heard her guilty thoughts through their mental link. “How could you?”
“I should have suspected. I should have—”
“What’s done is done.” He stroked her cheek gently. “And it’s time for you to stop punishing yourself for it.”
“Punishing myself—what do you mean?” Emily asked uneasily.
“I mean, this…” Tragar cupped the curves of her full breasts which were straining under the loose blouse she was wearing. “Your breasts are full of nectar, my Khalla, enough that they must ache and yet you have not yet asked me to help ease your pain.”
“I…” Emily bit her lip. It was true that her breasts were very full right now—and had been for a while. But with everything that had happened to Kate, she hadn’t been thinking about herself. And besides, maybe she deserved the pain. Maybe it was right to let herself hurt for a while…as penance for what had happened to her friend.
“You cannot really mean to let yourself be in pain for something that is not your fault,” Tragar objected through their link. Clearly he had heard her self-recrimination.
“Maybe I should.” Emily lifted her chin defiantly. “After all, if it wasn’t for me, Kate wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“No. Instead you would be under the Dark Kindred’s power and quite possibly dead,” Tragar said harshly. “Is that what you wish for, Emily?”
“No! No, of course not!” Emily was shocked at his words.
“Two set Kate free because she was the wrong female and most likely because he knew her mate was Wulven and completely deadly to any who threatened his bride,” Tragar pointed out. “Her situation may be remedied. If you had been taken on the other hand, I would be seeking to avenge you right now. And then, when I had done it, I would take my own life. Don’t you know that?” His golden eyes blazed into hers. “Don’t you know that I cannot live without you, my Khalla?”
“Oh, Tragar…” Emily felt a rush of love for the big Kindred who was her mate. Her lover and protector. The Goddess, her mother, had been so wise when she put the two of them together. Tragar was exactly who she needed in her life and she liked to think that she was the one he needed too.
“You are the one I need, my Khalla,” he murmured hoarsely. “The only one. Which is why I cannot bear to see you in pain.” He traced the point of one hard nipple gently and Emily gasped as the light caress sent a hot shiver of desire through her entire body. She could feel her nectar beginning to flow in reaction to his touch. “Come, Emily,” he said softly. “Let me ease you.”
“All…all right,” she whispered breathlessly. “I guess…”
But before she could finish, Tragar was already unbuttoning her blouse and spreading it wide to bare her thrusting breasts, now swollen and aching with need.
“Gods, you’re lovely,” he said softly, cupping her full breasts again.
Emily bit her lip. She hadn’t realized how very full her breasts had gotten. When they filled with the nectar that all Khallas produced, they could become extremely tight and achy.
“Please, Tragar…they hurt so much,” she whispered.
“It is my pleasure and my privilege to ease you, my Khalla.” He stroked her cheek lovingly and then drew one of her ripe nipples between his lips and began to suck.
Emily moaned with mingled relief and pleasure as he drew the nectar from her breast and swallowed it eagerly. Not so long ago, he had believed this particular act was a sin—one bad enough to send him straight to the Seven Hells. Yet he had performed it for her—had suckled her breasts to ease the pressure and pain—even before he knew it was all right. It was one of the things she loved about him—that he was willing to do anything to protect her and show her his love.
“This is true,” he sent, finishing with the first breast and starting on the second. “I would do anything to keep you from harm’s way…to keep you from pain, my Khalla.”
“Oh God, Tragar…love you so much!”
Her nectar was flowing freely now but as the pressure in her breasts eased, she felt a new ache beginning. With it, came a hot wetness between her legs which couldn’t be denied. This often happened when Tragar sucked her breasts, the sensation of her nectar being drawn out triggered a different type of flow—a flow of honey from between her thighs.
Moaning, Emily shifted against the hard bulge she could feel in Tragar’s flight leathers. Rubbing helped ease the ache some but nothing really worked as well as his mouth. But after only six months of marriage, she was still a little shy to ask him for what she needed.
Tragar released her breast, allowing the ripe nipple to slide from between his lips.
“Ask Emily,” he growled hoarsely. “You know I love to hear you ask.”
“Tragar, please, I need…” she began and then had to break off, blushing.
He shook his head and growled again,
“Ask.” Clearly he wanted to hear her say the words. “Ask me for what you need, my Khalla.”
“All right…” Emily took a deep breath, trying not to be embarrassed. “I need…uh, the way you’ve been sucking my nipples has made my…my honey come down. And I need you to…” She cleared her throat as he watched her intently. “God, are you really going to make me say it?”
“Yes,” he rumbled, his eyes half-lidded with desire. “Because I love to hear you beg for what you need. And then I love to give it to you.”
Emily bit her lip but another hot twinge in her swollen pussy forced her to say the words he was waiting to hear.
“Please,” she begged desperately. “Please I need…need your mouth on me.”
“Where?” He raised an eyebrow at her, a little smile playing around the corner of his lips.
“I need you to…to lick me. To lick my…my pussy.” The last word was almost a whisper and she could feel her cheeks getting hot with a blush but Tragar seemed to love it.
“With pleasure, my Khalla,” he growled.
In one swift move, he had flipped their positions so that now Emily was lying on the couch with her legs spread and her skirt pushed up.
“Mmmm…” Tragar growled, kneeling on the carpeted floor in front of her, his upper body on the couch in front of her. Pushing her skirt even higher, he exposed the thin gold panties she was wearing. Emily didn’t know what they were made of—some Kindred fabric she guessed. But for whatever reason they were both comfortable and sexy…and thin as a gossamer spider’s web.
To her further embarrassment, she saw the gold panties were soaked with her honey. Already she could see the outline of her swollen pussy lips beneath the fragile material and when Tragar spread her thighs wider, the little bump of her clit came into view.
“Gods, Emily,” he groaned when he took in the sight between her thighs. “Look how wet you are.”
“I…I can’t help it,” Emily whispered breathlessly, shifting under his half-lidded gaze. “I…I need you, Tragar. And you know when you suck my breasts it always makes my pussy wet.”
“So it does.” He looked up at her, his eyes blazing. “And I see that my Khalla is in need. May I service you and ease your ache?”
“Pl-please,” Emily stuttered, her heart pounding. “Yes, please do.”
“With pleasure.” Tragar rubbed his rough cheek against the thin panel of her panties, making her moan as he bathed in her scent. “Gods, you smell so good,” he groaned, rubbing the other cheek as well. “I want to wear your scent all over my mouth and face and throat. I want anyone who comes near me to know that I’ve spent the last hour between your thighs, my Khalla.”
“The last hour? You’re going to spend an hour?” Emily squeaked. She knew that Tragar loved going down on her and he had made it a game in the past, seeing how long he could delay her orgasm. But a whole hour?
His only response was a low tearing sound. Emily felt a rush of cool air on her exposed pussy and realized he had ripped the thin gold panties away with his teeth.
“Tragar!” she exclaimed. “I don’t—” But her words were lost in a moan as he pressed forward and buried his face between her thighs, licking and sucking her tender, open pussy until she could do nothing but cry and grasp his thick black hair and beg for more.
Emily didn’t know how long it lasted. Tragar drew it out…lapping the golden honey that flowed from between her thighs one minute and circling her clit the next with his tongue. He brought her to the edge more times than she could count…but refused to push her over. Finally, she had both hands tangled in his hair and her thighs clenched hard around his head.
“Please,” she moaned, bucking her hips up shamelessly to meet his oral assault. “Please, Tragar, please make me come!”
“Well, well…” He looked up at her, his golden eyes hot, his mouth and chin shiny with her juices. “It seems you lose some of your embarrassment when you’re in need, my Khalla.”
“I can’t help it,” Emily moaned. “You’re driving me crazy. Now would you please let me come?”
“On one condition…” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Stop blaming yourself and taking guilt for something that was not your fault.”
Emily bit her lip. “I…I’ll try.”
“All right.” He seemed satisfied. “That promise will do—for now. But if you start to punish yourself again, just remember that I can do a much more effective job of punishment than you. And I will if I have to.”
“All right,” Emily whispered.
“Good,” Tragar growled. “Now tell me exactly what you want me to do. Say it out loud—let me hear it.”
“I…” Emily’s cheeks were hot but she was too deep in need—she had no shame left. And anyway, there was a pleasurable kind of feeling in being made to speak this way—in Tragar making her talk dirty to him. “I want…I want you to lick my pussy until I come,” she whispered, looking at him.
“And then?” He held her gaze with his own, not allowing her to drop her eyes.
“And then I need you to make love to me—to bond me to you all over again,” Emily whispered breathlessly. “Please, Tragar, I need you in me.”
“And I need to be in you, my Khalla,” he growled. “But first I need to finish tasting your sweet honey and feel you coming all over my face.” Dipping his head again, he sucked her swollen clit between his lips and began to lash it mercilessly with the tip of his tongue.
The direct stimulation was exactly what Emily needed. With a low wail, she bucked up her hips to meet him and finally felt herself sliding over the edge.
Tragar rode out her orgasm until the last shudders of pleasure had finished. Then he popped open the magno tab that held his flight leathers in place and released his long, hard shaft.
Emily moaned as he put her arms over her head and held her wrists with one large hand. She loved feeling this way—so open and helpless under her man. Loved the feeling of being completely owned and opened by him when he held her down and took her.
“And I love to take you and make you mine, my Khalla,” she heard Tragar growl in her head. Then he fitted the broad head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy and with one long, slow stroke, thrust home inside her.
Both of them gasped as Emily felt her body open to receive him—even the broad bulge of his mating fist. She knew that once the hard ridge swelled inside her, it would lock them together, making for a long, leisurely lovemaking session that wouldn’t end for hours.
“Good—because I don’t want it to end. Want to be inside you all night, bonding you, my Khalla,” she heard Tragar say.
“I…I want that too.” Even her mental voice sounded breathless.
But even as she lost herself in the pleasure of her man bonding her to him all over again, Emily couldn’t help sending a silent prayer to the Goddess.
Please, let Kate and Rone be okay. Let them find the love that they lost. Please.