Forgotten (17 page)

“
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.