34. Kara
The sound of her door chime startled Kara. It was the second time she’d had someone at the door today and the first time she’d gotten a very strange delivery.
“What is that thing?” she’d asked as the two Twin Kindred warriors came into her suite, carrying a piece of furniture between them. It looked like an odd kind of rocking chair. Or maybe more like a glider-type chair, she thought, as she watched it move smoothly as they sat it down in the middle of her living room area.
“Special delivery for Kara, suite 12956,” one of them said, reading off a translucent clipboard with glowing red letters on it. “That’s you, right?”
“Well…yes. But I didn’t order any kind of rocking chair!” she protested. “I certainly didn’t pay for it.”
“Oh, you don’t have to pay for these—we bring them when they’re requested,” the second Kindred told her. He was the Light Twin of the pair, she thought—he had sandy brown hair and he was smiling. The Dark Twin had black hair and what looked like a permanent scowl on his chiseled features.
“But, I really didn’t order it or request it!” she protested.
“Take it up with management,” the Dark Twin growled. “We have to go—we’ve got ten more deliveries to get through today!”
He stalked out of her apartment and the Light Twin and followed, giving her an apologetic smile and a shrug as if to say, “Sorry—nothing we can do.”
Perplexed, Kara had examined the strange new chair. It was definitely built for a Kindred—it was big enough for one of the seven-foot-tall warriors but much too large for a human. It was painted black and had a strange kind of hinged seat. When the chair glided backward, the seat went down. But when it glided forward, the seat came up at an angle.
Kara couldn’t help thinking that whoever sat in the chair would have a strange kind of workout. Their hips and pelvis would be moving in response to the motion of the chair.
The other strange thing was the fact that while there were no arms on the chair, there were footrests on either side. But they were clearly not meant for whoever was sitting in the chair—they were too high and also located on the sides instead of in front.
Also, they looked too small for a Kindred’s big feet. What in the world could they be for? She wouldn’t even have known they were footrests except for the fact that they were carved in the shape of two feet—so strange!
Kara tried sitting in the chair and gliding back and forth, but she didn’t find it very comfortable the way her hips were thrusting in and out. She was still wondering who to call to get it removed when the chime on the front door rang again.
“Well I hope it’s not another weird furniture delivery,” she muttered to herself. And then called, “Who is it?”
“Kara? It’s me. Will you see me?” The deep voice was familiar and she felt her heart flutter in her chest. It was J’orn!
Quickly, she took stock of her appearance. She’d slept in for most of the morning and then taken a long bath to soak away the aches and pains and try to soothe herself from the trauma of the day before.
To be honest, she’d been glad she was drugged—well, drugged with the wine anyway, not the y’thosin . Whatever the wine had been laced with had made the whole experience of getting kidnapped and sold to the brothel fuzzy and distant. If it wasn’t for the ten finger-shaped bruises on her hips, she would have thought it was all just an extremely vivid dream.
But it wasn’t a dream—she and J’orn had actually had extremely rough sex and now he was at the door, waiting for her to answer, she reminded herself.
Looking down to make sure she looked presentable, she took in her outfit. It was a silky white nightgown trimmed in lace with a white robe over it. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but she had her float dots on, so her breasts were perky. She did have on lacy white panties to match the rest of her outfit. Her hair was clean and she had on minimal makeup—just enough to feel confident and look decent. All right, she was as ready as she was going to get for this.
Taking a deep breath, she went to the door and opened it.
J’orn had started to turn away—maybe he thought she wasn’t going to answer. But when her front door slid open, he turned back, his face lighting with hope for a moment.
“Kara,” he rumbled, looking down at her. “How are you? I brought your things,” he added, nodding at the carry-all cube in one hand.
“Oh, thank you.” She nodded at him. “Er, do you want to come in?”
He hesitated.
“That depends…do you want me to come in?”
Kara nodded. Just looking at him was doing crazy things to her pulse.
“Yes,” she said, because he was still hovering in the doorway, as though he was afraid to believe her. “Yes, I definitely want you to come in.”
“Okay.” He stepped inside her suite and the door slid shut behind him.
“Come on—have a seat on the couch,” Kara invited. “I’ll get us something to drink.”
She had to get away for a minute—her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was shaking her whole body! This was the first time she’d seen him since she’d admitted her feelings for him—admitted that she was falling in love with him.
But wait—who had she admitted that to? She frowned as she poured some water into a couple of glasses. She’d had enough wine and mind-altering substances to last for several lifetimes, thank you very much, so water it was.
She couldn’t remember who she’d admitted her feelings to, other than herself, but they were definitely there. But of course, she still wasn’t sure how J’orn felt now. Their encounter in the brothel might have changed everything. He might not want her anymore, now that he’d had her. Or he might have lost respect for her—a lot of human guys were like that. The minute they got what they wanted, the woman they’d been pursuing was suddenly a “slut.”
Kara didn’t think J’orn would feel like that—the Kindred were much more honorable than human men, after all. But she couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. The question was, how could she find out? She supposed she’d just have to wing it and hope for the best.
“Here you go,” she said, coming back into the living area and giving J’orn the glass of water. He was sitting on one end of the couch and she settled on the other end, beside him but with some space between them.
“Thank you.” He drank the water, downing it in one long swallow, and then set the glass on the side table. He seemed uncertain of himself, Kara thought—which was pretty much how she felt as well.
“Er…how was your trip back?” she asked lamely.
“Fine.” He nodded and cleared his throat. “The ones who hurt you have been punished—I wanted you to know that.”
“Oh…thank you,” Kara said faintly.
“You’re welcome.” He nodded and then seemed to be searching for other topics to talk about. “Why do you have a breeding chair in your living area?” he asked, nodding at the black glider the Twin Kindred had delivered earlier.
“I’m sorry—a what?” Kara frowned. “Is that what it’s called?”
J’orn nodded.
“Yes, but why do you have one?”
“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “It was delivered by accident, I think. I’m going to ask some of my neighbors if they ordered it because I certainly didn’t.”
“Oh.” He nodded and then blurted out, “Kara, I’m so sorry I hurt you!”
“What? What do you mean?” She shook her head. “You saved me—back at the brothel.”
“Not before I took you— much too hard. Not before I bruised you.” He closed his eyes briefly, a look of regret coming over his face.
“J’orn, no…please don’t feel like that.” Kara leaned across the couch and put a hand on his. “I don’t feel like you hurt me,” she told him. “You helped me. I heard those horrible people at the brothel talking. If you hadn’t…done what you did, I could have died.”
J’orn shook his head.
“I lost control with you—I wanted you so badly I couldn’t hold myself back. I’m so fucking sorry for that,” he said hoarsely.
“But I’m fine—really!” Kara protested. “I mean, physically anyway. Mentally and emotionally I think it’s going to take a little time to get over. I’m certainly going to have a really hard time trusting people from now on,” she added grimly, thinking of Gaela and Nono. “But none of that is your fault.”
“Can I look at you?” he asked. “I mean, look at the place where I hurt you? I just…I need to see how bad it is.”
Wordlessly, Kara rose and went to stand in front of him. Though he was seated on the couch and she was standing, they were still almost eye-to-eye.
She untied the sash to her white robe and let it fall to her feet. Then she raised the nightgown and let him see.
J’orn sucked in a breath when he saw the finger-shaped bruises branding her hips.
“Gods,” he muttered in a low voice. “Look what I did to you! I’m so fucking sorry, Kara!”
“Stop apologizing,” she told him. “They’ll fade. I don’t blame you—we were both under a lot of stress last night.”
God—had the whole ordeal really only been the night before? It seemed so distant now—all but the part where J’orn had fucked her. That remained vivid in her mind.
J’orn shook his head.
“I shouldn’t have hurt you! I should have had more self-control. It’s just that I’ve wanted you for so long…”
“For how long?” Kara asked softly. “From that time you saw me half-dressed on the beach?”
He shook his head.
“From the very first minute I met you,” he admitted in a low voice. “When I first saw you standing in the PR office, looking like a goddess, I knew.”
“Really?” Kara raised her eyebrows in surprise. “But you’re so young—so handsome. You could have anyone you wanted.”
“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” He shook his head. “I know you probably don’t want to hear that.”
“J’orn…” Letting her gown fall back into place, she cupped his face in her hands. She didn’t know what to say, so she leaned in and kissed him instead.
He froze for a moment…then kissed her back eagerly. When the kiss broke, he looked at her hopefully.
“Will you let me kiss you there—the places where I hurt you?” he asked. “I don’t have the ability to heal like a Blood Kindred does, but I want to make amends. Please?”
The heartache and the need to make things better in his eyes convinced Kara to say yes. He was so capable—a deadly fighter and a ruthless killer—and yet part of him remained young and vulnerable. His desire to “kiss it better” only made her want him more. She was glad his training hadn’t hardened him so much that he lost that part of himself.
“All right,” she said, nodding. “Here.”
She raised her gown again, baring her hips. She expected that the big Kindred would bend over to reach her but he surprised her by sliding off the couch onto his knees instead.
He took his hips in her hands—gently this time, and ran his fingers lightly over the bruises. Then he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the dark marks he’d made in the heat of passion, slowly and methodically covered each one with tender kisses.
“ Ohhh ,” Kara sighed. He was so gentle—his kisses were the complete opposite of the rough passion they’d shared the night before. Though she liked both, she found that this was really turning her on.
“J’orn…” she murmured and ran her hands over his horns.
He shivered and looked up at her.
“Would you…would you let me kiss you the other place I hurt you?” His voice was low and hoarse, his pupils dilated with need.
“The…other place?” Kara frowned.
“Here.” One long finger traced between the lips of her pussy, visible through the thin white lace panties she was wearing. “I was too rough with you when I took you,” he murmured. “I’d just like to apologize…to kiss you and show you I can be gentle, not just rough.”
“I know how gentle you can be,” Kara assured him, remembering the incredible massage he’d given her that had finished with a very happy ending. “But if you really want to…” she added.
His eyes were suddenly half-lidded as he looked at her.
“Yes, I want to. Very fucking much,” he growled softly. “Would you lay on the couch so I can reach you?”
“Well…all right.” Feeling suddenly breathless, Kara lay back against her couch. All of the furniture in her suite was built with a Kindred warrior in mind, so she had plenty of room to stretch out and open her legs for him.
“Gods, so beautiful,” J’orn growled softly.
Getting between her thighs, he leaned down and placed a hot kiss against the part of her panties that covered the slit of her pussy. Then he inhaled deeply and rubbed his rough cheek against her, almost like a cat marking its territory.
“You smell so fucking good,” he rumbled, raising his head at last. “Your scent is so hot, baby. Does that mean you want me to take off your panties and kiss you some more?”
Kara felt her heart start to pound. God, she loved it when he talked like this!
“I don’t know,” she said, giving him a wicked little grin. “Do you want to kiss me with my panties off?”
“You know I fucking do!” His pale eyes blazed. “Want to spread open your sweet pussy and taste your honey again, baby. Want to kiss you deep and put my tongue inside you.”
Kara felt her breath hitch in her throat. God, when he talked dirty to her she could barely breathe!
“Then do it,” she said challengingly. Raising her hips for him, she allowed him to strip off her panties.
“Fuck! Look at that soft little pussy,” he swore softly when she was exposed. “Spread a little wider, baby—let me really get in and kiss you deep.”
Moaning softly, Kara parted her thighs wider, making room for his broad shoulders as he leaned over her.
J’orn spent more time nuzzling her pussy and rubbing his cheek against the soft curls that decorated her mound, but then he got down to business. Parting her outer lips with his thumbs, he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her aching core. Kara gasped and moaned as she felt the tip of his tongue flick lightly over her sensitive clit.
“Oh!” she moaned and grabbed for his horns. Without thinking, she tugged on them, pulling him lower, urging him to kiss her again.
J’orn looked up at her briefly, a lazy smile on his lips.
“You like that baby? Like it when I lick your sweet little clit? When I kiss your Goddess pearl?”
“God, yes!” Kara moaned. Now that they had started this, she was aware that she still had a great deal of sexual need built up inside her. Maybe it was the residue of the y’thosin she’d been injected with or maybe she’d finally just admitted to herself that she wanted him, but either way, she suddenly felt extremely needy .
She tugged on his horns again, and J’orn was quick to take the hint. Dipping his head again, he sucked her aching clit between his lips and began laving it with his tongue.
Kara gasped and tightened her grip on his horns, bucking her hips up to meet him.
“ Mmmm … mmm …” Low rumbles of pleasure were coming from his throat as he sucked and licked her.
Kara moaned. God, she’d never been with a man who enjoyed going down on her so much, but J’orn couldn’t seem to get enough of her!
Almost before she knew it, she was coming…coming hard and fast as he tasted her and she squeezed his horns rhythmically, over and over, bucking her hips up to meet his tongue.
“Oh God!” she gasped. “Oh, J’orn—yes!”
At last the pleasure faded and the big Kindred looked up. His mouth was shiny with her juices. Kara wanted to kiss him and taste herself on his lips.
“Come here,” she murmured, beckoning to him. “Come kiss me.”
“ Mmm …” His answer was a low, eager growl and then he was gathering her in his arms and kissing her deeply, feeding Kara her own secret flavor as his tongue invaded her mouth.
She kissed back eagerly and moaned softly as he cupped her breasts and thumbed her tight nipples through the silk of her nightgown. God, she wanted him inside her! But she didn’t want it quite as rough as it had been the night before. That had certainly been enjoyable, but tonight she wanted something slower…more sensuous.
For some reason, her eyes fell on the black glider that had been delivered earlier.
Breaking the kiss, she nodded at the chair.
“Did…did you say that was called a ‘breeding chair?’” she asked J’orn, her voice coming out breathless.
He nodded.
“It’s specially built for Kindred warriors with much smaller mates. It enables a long, slow breeding session without any pain or strain or the risk of things getting too rough.” His eyes were suddenly shadowed. “The way it went last night.”
“Hey, don’t think about that if it upsets you,” Kara told him, stroking his cheek. “But I like the idea of the breeding chair. Would you like to show me how it works?”
J’orn’s pale eyes were suddenly half-lidded again.
“You want a full demonstration?”
“Yes, absolutely.” Kara smiled and kissed him again. “That is if you want to give me one.”
“You have to ask?”
He raised one eyebrow and then pulled her off the couch. Going over to the gliding breeding chair, he sat down in the tilted seat.
“It works like this,” he told her. “The male sits in the chair and the female climbs in his lap and straddles him with her feet on the footrests.” He nodded down on either side of the glider. “Then he slides his cock deep into her soft little slit. When he rocks backward, he slides almost all the way out again.” He demonstrated by gliding back in the chair, and his pelvis shifted down.
“I see.” Kara nodded. “Go on. What happens when he rocks forward?”
“Like this?” He glided forward and the seat tilted up, bringing his pelvis forward…as well as the hard bulge of his cock, which was plainly visible through his flight leathers.
“Yes, exactly like that,” Kara murmured. “You know, in order to really understand, I think I should try it,” she added.
Walking over to the chair, she climbed into J’orn’s lap, facing him. Spreading her thighs wide, she straddled his hips and planted her feet firmly on the footrests.
“Hmm, this seems nice,” she remarked, giving him a naughty smile. “But it’s really hard to be sure I’m getting the concept exactly right. Maybe if you demonstrated a little more thoroughly?”
“Like this?” Reaching between them, J’orn unfastened the magno-tabs that held his leathers closed. A moment later his long, hard cock came into view, which was exactly what Kara wanted.
The night before, he’d been behind her and the room had been dark. Now she got to see him for the first time and she couldn’t believe how long and thick he was.
“God!” she murmured, taking him in her hands and curling her fingers around his thick shaft. I can’t believe I had all this inside me last night!”
“Do you want it in you again?” J’orn growled. “Fuck—you’re driving me fucking crazy, Kara! So if you don’t, please stop touching me.”
“Oh, does this bother you?” she teased, stroking him up and down. She could barely get her fingers to close at the top of his shaft and he only got thicker lower down. By the time she reached his knot, there was no way she could encircle him completely.
“It makes me want to fuck you!” he growled. Then he cupped her cheek. “But not like last night—let me show you I can be gentle, baby. Let me take you slowly—that’s what the breeding chair is for.”
“Mmm, that sounds wonderful ,” Kara murmured. Lifting her hips, she settled herself over the broad, plum-shaped head and rubbed it briefly over her tingling clit. Then, moaning softly, she fit his crown to the mouth of her pussy and slowly lowered herself.
“Gods, take it easy, baby! Take it slow!” J’orn ground out, his jaw clenching. “You feel so fucking good around me! It’s like you’re milking me!”
“I will be—in a minute,” Kara promised him. She could feel her inner walls stretching to take him and she couldn’t help gasping at the delicious friction as he filled her. The night before had been hard and fast and filled with frenzied lust. That was hot, but this was too—this slow slide as he filled her and they looked into each others’ eyes as her pussy accepted his cock all the way down to the root.
She stopped when she felt his knot pressing against her entrance. Not because she wanted to, but because she had to. She sensed that she needed him to move in her first before she could accept his Mating Fist. And besides, she wanted to experience the motion of the chair.
“Gods, baby, you feel so tight and wet,” J’orn groaned. “You ready for me to start the chair?”
“More than ready,” Kara assured him. “Do it, J’orn— breed me!”
Her words seemed to light a fire in him because he cupped her face in his hands and his pale eyes went hungry with lust.
“I will but I want you to look at me while I do it,” he rumbled. “I want to look in your eyes when I sink my cock deep in your tight little pussy!”
“Oh, J’orn!” she gasped breathlessly. And then he set the breeding chair in motion and it began to glide backwards and forwards.
With every move backward, his long shaft was pulled from her pussy until only the flaring crown remained inside her. But when the chair glided forwards, J’orn’s hips were titled up and his thick cock slid deep into her—so deep that she felt the head kissing the mouth of her womb with each slow, inevitable thrust.
Kara could never remember sex being so intimate before. The whole time they were rocking together and J’orn was filling her, he was also looking into her eyes. It felt like he was touching her soul—really seeing her in a way no one else ever had before. And at the same time the pleasure of the slow, deep fucking as he thrust into her was building and building inside her.
But it wasn’t quite enough.
“J’orn,” she moaned. “I need you— more of you. I want your knot inside me, too.”
His pale eyes grew serious.
“You know what that means, baby. If I knot you and stay inside long enough to really fill you with my cum, we’ll be Bonded. Is that what you want?”
Kara felt her heart skip a beat.
“Is that what you want?” she countered.
J’orn cupped her cheek.
“Baby, it’s what I’ve always wanted,” he said hoarsely. “More than anything, I want to be Bonded to you.”
“Are you sure though?” Kara asked. “I’m so much older?—”
“You’re perfect,” he interrupted. “And so beautiful it hurts me to look at you. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted—the only one I’ll ever want. Yes, Kara—I want to Bond with you. So fucking much it hurts .”
Kara couldn’t doubt him anymore. With a little moan of pure need, she settled further into his lap just as the chair was tilting upwards.
A gasp left her lips as the thick knot breached her entrance and slid inside her with much more ease than she would have believed. Kara sighed in pleasure as she felt his knot fill her…and then begin to grow.
At the same time, J’orn’s big hand slipped down between them and he began to tease her aching clit with the pad of his thumb.
“Going to come soon, baby,” he growled, teasing the right side of her button, where she loved to be touched the most. “But I want you to come with me. Do you think you can do that?”
“I…I think so!” In fact, she was already almost there. With a low moan, she felt herself tilting over the edge, just as the first hot spurt of his seed bathed the end of her channel.
“Gods, baby—I can feel you coming all around me!” J’orn groaned as her inner walls caressed and massaged him, tightening all around him as the pleasure overcame her.
“I…I can feel you coming too—shooting inside me,” Kara gasped breathlessly. “Oh God, it feels so good! Love you so much, J’orn!”
“I love you too, baby.” Leaning down, he took her mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss as he held her to him. “Finally, you’re mine! Mine forever!”
Kara understood when she heard his voice in her head that they were Bonded now. The thing that had started growing between them the night before was awake and alive—blossoming into a Bond so strong the two of them were never, ever going to be parted.
The knowledge brought a new realization with it. When J’orn had promised never to leave her and to love her always, it wasn’t just idle words or empty promises he was giving. They were joined now—their souls were connected. He couldn’t leave her—even if he’d wanted to. But he was never going to want to, any more than she would want to leave him. They were quite literally soul mates—two souls the Goddess had put together—and they were never going to be separated again.
“That’s right, baby—we’ll be together forever. I’m never letting you go!” J’orn sent through their new Bond.
“You mean tonight, or ever?” Kara teased him. “How long does the, uh, knotting take anyway?”
“A lot longer than it did last night when we were interrupted,” he assured her. “I’m afraid we’re going to be in the breeding chair for an hour at least—maybe longer.”
“That sounds perfect.”
Kara sighed and snuggled against him, tucking her head under his chin. J’orn wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer as the two of them rocked together and he filled her deeply.
This joy and pleasure—this bliss—wouldn’t have been possible if she hadn’t finally come to trust him, Kara thought. And she never would have been able to do that if she hadn’t been… Kidnapped from the Paradise Resort.