Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Needs? What needs?” Braze demanded, frowning.
“Oh, you know—he said we weren’t having sex enough.”
Kaitlyn felt her cheeks getting a little warm. She and her Protector didn’t usually talk about personal matters like this—mainly because Braze was a male of few words who kept to himself much of the time. But now he seemed inclined to be, if not talkative exactly, then at least less taciturn than usual.
The big Kindred’s frown deepened.
“How much is ‘enough’?”
Kaitlyn shook her head.
“I don’t know—more than once a week, apparently, which was our usual.”
It felt strange to be discussing her bedroom habits with the big Beast Kindred, but somehow the words just kept flowing.
“Not that I got anything out of it. It was nothing more than two pumps, a squirt, and a tickle and then he’d roll off me and start snoring immediately.”
“He dared to complain that you weren’t giving him enough sexual gratification when he never even attempted to give any to you?” Braze growled. “Did he at least serve you with his tongue?”
“You mean did he go down on me? Hell, no!” Kaitlyn shook her head. “The one and only time he tried it, he said it ‘grossed him out.’ And of course, after being told something like that, I wasn’t about to ask him to try it again.”
“What kind of male doesn’t love the taste of his female’s pussy?” Braze demanded. The look on his face said he couldn’t even comprehend such a thing. “What the ever-loving fuck was wrong with him?”
Kaitlyn had to stifle a laugh at his indignation on her behalf.
“Nothing that isn’t also wrong with a lot of human guys,” she told him. She raised her eyebrows. “But I take it that the Kindred feel differently?”
“Feel differently? I guess you could fucking say that,” he growled. “We don’t just want to eat pussy—we fucking need to. It’s a biological urge built into every Kindred male.”
“Oh, really?” Kaitlyn was immensely interested. She was learning all kinds of new things about the huge alien warriors she worked with today—talking to Braze was turning out to be an eye-opening experience.
“Yes, fucking really,” he growled. He had finished fastening the long rows of silver buttons on both boots now, but he remained at her feet looking up at her. “Any male lucky enough to have a Mature Elite like you should be happy to spend hours on his knees worshiping your pussy with his tongue,” he said frankly. “I know I would.”
“Oh, um…” Kaitlyn was usually pretty straightforward—not a lot embarrassed her. But she could feel her heart pounding and her cheeks heating with a blush as she stared into those blazing golden eyes.
Once again, she felt like she couldn’t look away. The tension stretched between them like a thread of honey and Kaitlyn didn’t know what might have happened if the com-link on the instrument panel hadn’t suddenly come to life.
“Kindred shuttle, you are cleared for landing in the Royal Palace,” it said.
Braze was up and back to the pilot’s seat immediately.
“Copy that. Do you have landing coordinates for us?” he rumbled.
“Sending now,” the voice replied. “The Empress is expecting you shortly—please hurry.”
“On our way,” Braze assured them.
“We’ll see you soon and welcome to Salimba Prime.”
The com-link cut out and Braze shifted in his chair.
“I guess I’ll have to wait to put on my ‘husband’ costume until after we land,” he remarked, not looking at Kaitlyn. “You’d better strap in for landing.”
“Um…I guess so.” Kaitlyn settled in the passenger side and put on the five-point harness with hands that seemed unusually clumsy. She felt a little flustered by the intense moment that had passed between them, but Braze was acting like nothing had happened.
Am I imagining things or did he insinuate that he wanted to lick my pussy?
She had no idea, but she had a feeling that once they got to the planet’s surface, she was going to find out.
4
BRAZE
“I look fucking ridiculous,” Braze muttered, looking down at himself. He was bare-chested and had on his knee-high black boots. But his flight leathers were long gone. In their place were two long strips of fabric. They were made of some silky maroon material that hung down to his ankles, leaving his hips bare on either side.
The long maroon strips were held in place by a golden chain belt that was cinched low on his hips—so low that the V-shaped ridge of muscle on the sides of his pelvis was clearly visible. And of course, he wasn’t allowed to wear anything under the fabric, so his shaft and balls were hanging free just behind the silky cloth panel.
Braze didn’t know when he’d felt so exposed, but it was too late to change now—they were waiting in the antechamber of the Royal Salimban Palace for an audience with Empress Shatezarra the Third.
“Well I think you look fucking hot,” Kaitlyn said, grinning at him. It took Braze a minute to realize she was throwing his own words back at him.