Chapter 22 Kaitlyn
KAITLYN
Kaitlyn woke to warmth and weight. A heavy, muscular arm was draped possessively across her waist, a solid chest was pressed against her back, and the heat of a large body curled around her own like a huge, protective cat.
For a disoriented moment, she blinked in the soft morning light filtering through the gauzy curtains of the suite, her mind fuzzy with sleep.
The sheets were silken against her bare skin and she…
Wait a minute—bare? Why was she naked?
And then, it all came back in a hot, forbidden rush.
The banquet…having to sit on her Protector’s lap…the feel of his hard cock trapped between her thighs beneath the table and the secret, shameful thrill that had coiled in her belly despite her embarrassment…
Then the sudden, shattering violence as the Kriver erupted in fury.
She remembered the screams, the purple blood, the terror as a tentacle circled her ankle.
She remembered Braze moving like lightning—a blur of lethal grace—the spear stabbing down as he killed the beast at last. Then, the sweet, protective way he carried her back to their suite, her dress ruined, her body trembling with shock.
Then, the shower. The way his big hands had washed her so carefully, checking for wounds, his touch moving from clinical to pleasuring at her command. The hot, dirty words he’d murmured in her ear…the way he’d brought her to a shaking climax with just his fingers, holding her up as she fell apart.
But that wasn’t all. Not even close.
The memory that made her squeeze her thighs together as heat bloomed across her skin was what came after.
Braze kneeling…the raw, desperate hunger in his voice as he’d begged, “Let me be of service to you tonight.” The feel of his hot breath on her most intimate flesh…
the first, tentative lick that had stolen her breath, followed by the way he’d feasted on her until she came again and again.
Her ex, Mark, had hated going down. He’d called it “messy, unpleasant, and way too wet.” He’d acted like it was a distasteful chore— it was over in minutes if it happened at all—leaving her feeling self-conscious and unsatisfied.
But Braze…Braze had been like a man possessed. No, not a man—a Kindred warrior starved for a taste he’d been dreaming of for months, Kaitlyn realized.
And making her come once hadn’t been enough for him—it had only whetted his appetite.
He’d lapped at her until she was oversensitive and whimpering, then soothed her with soft kisses until the need built again.
He’d focused on her clit until she was screaming, then plunged his tongue deep inside her as she came, drinking her down with groans of pure bliss.
He’d called her juices ‘honey,’ and he’d acted like it was the most delicious nectar in the galaxy. He’d wanted her to come again and again, just so he could taste it…to feel her spasms around his tongue…to bury his face between her thighs and inhale her scent.
Her Protector had serviced her for what felt like hours, until she was boneless, exhausted, and utterly cleansed of last night’s terror. The fear had been replaced by a satiated glow she’d never known before.
But of course, she’d never been worshipped orally in that way—not ever, Kaitlyn thought. The big Kindred’s intensity and need to pleasure her had been an eye-opening experience—something she was sure would never have been possible with a human man.
Just thinking about it now, replaying the memories…the scratch of his beard on her inner thighs…the hungry sounds he made as he licked her…the way his golden eyes had watched her reactions as she came, made her feel hot and bothered all over again.
A deep ache began to pulse between her legs and Kaitlyn stirred, turning over in the circle of her Protector’s arms to face him.
Braze was already awake. His golden eyes were open, watching her, and the look in them stole the breath from her lungs.
It was pure, unadulterated devotion.
Soft, yet fierce…satisfied, yet hungry for more. Any worry she’d had about awkwardness or regret evaporated under that gaze. He didn’t have that hunted look she’d seen on the faces of the few men she’d slept with after her divorce was final—that expression of,
“Oh shit, how do I get out of this now that I finally got what I wanted?”
Clearly her Protector wasn’t just a “hit it and quit it” kind of guy—he was here for the long haul.
“Good morning, Mistress,” he rumbled, his voice sleep-rough and deeper than usual. It vibrated through her. “I trust you slept well last night?”
“Mmm, very well,” she agreed, a slow smile spreading across her face. She traced a finger over the hard planes of his chest. “What about you? Did you have sweet dreams?”
A predatory gleam lit his golden eyes.
“Dreamed of eating your pussy,” he growled, and just like that, the lust was back, turning his eyes half-lidded and hot with desire.
Kaitlyn laughed, a breathless, delighted sound.
“Didn’t you get enough last night?”
He shifted closer, his thigh sliding between hers.
“I can never get enough of you, Mistress,” he told her, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “Why don’t you order me to taste you again? I’ll be happy to prove it.”
She looked at him in surprise, searching his face. The need in his words wasn’t subtle. It was blatant—filled with desire. She decided to test it and see if he really wanted to submit.
“So… you like it when I order you?” she asked, daring to go there—daring to speak it out loud.
His eyes grew dark with desire.
“I fucking love it.” He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “Order me to do anything, Mistress. Anything at all.”
Kaitlyn nibbled her lower lip, a flutter of uncertainty mixing with the growing heat inside her.
Did he really mean it? Was this some deeply ingrained part of him—this need to submit, to serve?
The intensity of his focus the night before suggested it was.
But it was so foreign, so opposite to every other man she’d ever known.
“But…” she protested softly, her sense of fairness rising. “I can’t order you to taste me again so soon. You never even came last night—it isn’t fair.”
A slow, wicked smile touched his lips.
“Oh, I came. Multiple times.”
She stared at him in surprise.
“What? But I never even touched you.”
“I didn’t touch myself either,” he admitted. “But feeling you come in my mouth was enough. Tasting you…hearing you scream my name…feeling you pull my hair and grind against my mouth—it set me off every single time.”
Kaitlyn looked at him with wide eyes.
“I’ve never heard of a man who could come without, er, stimulation.”
He clearly saw her disbelief because his expression softened into something unbearably earnest.
“If you only knew how long I’ve been waiting to taste you—how I’ve longed to be of service to you—you wouldn’t doubt me.”
He leaned over then, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth.
“Oh, Braze!” she gasped, but didn’t try to stop him.
Cupping her breast in one big hand, he sucked slowly…deeply…sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her already-throbbing pussy. Then he let her nipple slip from his lips and met her eyes, his gaze searing.
“Now go on—order me to service you. Order me to do anything, and I’ll do it. I want to do it. I want to serve you, Mistress. Please.”