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Kate squirmed in frustrated anticipation.
When was he going to do it?

“
Rone?” she asked at last,
wishing her voice wouldn’t come out so high and breathy.

He didn’t answer but arched an eyebrow at
her and she knew he was teasing her, building her anticipation to
get her ready for what he was going to do. Then something hot and
wet caressed the tip of her nipple, sliding around the open-weave
lace to bathe her bud with heat.

“
Ohhh…” Kate breathed as
her nipple came immediately to attention. Rone had mentioned that
she loved having her nipples sucked and played with but honestly,
she had no memory of that. She could only remember the
relationships she’d had before him and none of the men she’d
briefly dated had been much good at this—or any kind of sex for
that matter. Now she was beginning to see that she
did
like having her
breasts touched and tasted—if the person doing the touching and
tasting knew what they were doing.

If the person is
Rone,
whispered a little voice in her
head.
If—

But her train of thought was cut off when
the big Kindred suddenly stopped licking her and sucked hard
instead, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he
could.

Kate moaned and thrust her chest out
involuntarily, giving him greater access to her breasts.

Rone made a hungry sound at the back of his
throat and sucked harder. At the same time, one large hand had
found her other breast and he began tracing her left nipple in a
slow, teasing way that was the exact opposite of what he was doing
to the right.

Kate moaned again at the
double sensation—the ticklish, barely-there touch on one side and
the deep, hard suction on the other. God, he was driving her
crazy.
Was this the way
they always were together? Was he always able to turn her on so
fast?

Because there was no denying that what he
was doing was having a definite effect on her. Between her legs,
Kate was beginning to feel swollen and hot. Her clit throbbed as
she pressed her thighs together, trying to quell the rising tide of
desire.

At last Rone released the nipple he was
sucking although he didn’t stop tracing the other with his
fingers.

“
Gods, baby, look at how
tight and pink your sweet nipple is,” he murmured, examining the
peak he had been sucking, which was extremely visible through the
wet lace. “I wonder if your clit is looking the same
way.”

“
Uh…I don’t…I’m not sure,”
Kate whispered uncertainly.

“
It’s something I’ve
always noticed with you,” he told her. “When your nipples start
getting all tight and pink, your little clit does too. “Are you
ready to let me see?” he murmured. One big hand brushed the top of
her thigh and Kate jumped a little and let out a low gasp. She
still had her legs closed and Rone was kneeling at her side. But
she knew he was asking if she was ready to part for him and let him
in.

“
I…I guess so,” she said
in a low, trembling voice. “I mean, if you want to.”

“
I’ll just look at first,”
Rone promised her gently. “And I won’t touch or taste until you’re
ready to let me.”

His reassurance that he would take things
slowly did a lot to calm Kate’s nerves.

“
All right,” she said
softly. “I…I guess that would be okay.”

Taking a deep breath, she parted her legs,
letting the big Kindred in at last.

But Rone didn’t crowd her or try to shove
his way between her thighs just yet. Instead, he continued kneeling
before her, his big hands on her knees as he took her in.

“
Gods, baby, you’re so
beautiful,” he murmured hoarsely, his eyes fixed on the spot
between her thighs.

Kate looked down as well and made a muffled
sound of embarrassment. Through the lace of the panties, she could
clearly see how swollen and wet her pussy had gotten. Her outer
lips were dark pink with need and spreading under the lace,
revealing her glistening inner folds. Even her clit was visible,
throbbing like a pink pearl and begging for attention.

“
God,” she whispered in a
strangled voice and had to fight not to close her legs.

“
So beautiful,” Rone said
again. He had begun caressing her inner thighs, running his big,
warm hands up and down her bare skin, sending shivers down her
spine with his gentle caress. Kate thought that soft, soothing
touch was the only reason she didn’t close her legs and run. She
felt incredibly vulnerable all spread out like this, even with her
panties on.

Rone dragged his gaze from the V between her
legs up to her face and seemed to sense her embarrassment and
uncertainty.

“
It’s all right, baby,” he
reassured her gently. “You always get hot and wet from letting me
suck your nipples.”

“
I…I do?” Kate
whispered.

“
Mm-hm. It’s one reason I
wanted to taste your breasts before I tasted your pussy,” he
murmured. “To get you warmed up.” He gave her a little smile. “I
remember how embarrassed you got the first time I tasted you. You
thought you were getting too wet.”

“
Well, aren’t I?” Kate
looked at herself doubtfully, feeling a fresh surge of
embarrassment.

“
There’s no such thing,”
Rone assured her. “And anyway, it’s not all your doing. Your body
is responding to mine—responding to my scent. It makes you produce
a lot more honey than you normally would because that helps feed
the
hunger.”

“
Oh, I…I didn’t
know.”

“
Now you do.” He leaned
down and placed a soft kiss on her knee. “Do you think you can let
me come a little closer now and touch you?”

“
Touch me how?” Kate
asked. Her heart was pounding a rapid rhythm against her ribs that
was half excitement and half fear.

“
Just want to rub my cheek
against you, that’s all,” Rone reassured her. “It’s a Kindred
thing—we have scent glands around our mouths that help us mark our
mates. I won’t go further than you want me to—I promise. Not until
you’re ready.”

“
Well…I guess that would
be all right,” Kate said. “If…as long as you don’t pull down my
panties.”

“
Not until you’re ready.”
He kissed her knee again and then scooted forward and pressed one
scratchy cheek against the tender flesh of her inner
thigh.

Kate bit back a moan, enjoying the rough
feel of his face against her sensitive skin.

Rone nuzzled against her, rubbing against
her inner thighs a long time before he finally pressed his cheek to
the lace of her panties.

Kate felt her hands clench into fists of
tension in the quilt on either side of her as his hot breath bathed
her pussy through the thin material. Part of her was incredibly
nervous having him here, between her legs—having any man there,
really, after what that bastard Greg Compton had done.

But that was completely
different,
she reminded herself.
I’m willing this time and I haven’t been drugged
or pushed down on the bed. I’m safe and I’m in charge—Rone said so.
He said he wouldn’t hurt me—he promised. He promised and I believe
him. Besides, he’s being so gentle…

Looking down, she watched as Rone rubbed his
cheek against her pussy mound and inhaled deeply, as though
drinking in her scent.

“
Gods, baby,” he growled
hoarsely. “You smell so damn
good.
I’ve missed your scent so much, missed pressing
my face between your legs to breathe you in.”

Kate tried to laugh. “You…you have?”

“
Hell yes.” He looked up
at her, his silver eyes drowning deep. “Your scent is like a drug
for me—completely fucking intoxicating. I could breathe you in all
day and go down on you all night.”

“
But…but not quite yet,
all right?” Kate’s heart was still racing and her mind was still
fighting to push away the past, to forget the bad experience she’d
had.

“
Not yet. Not until you’re
ready,” Rone promised again. “But do you think you could at least
let me kiss you? Through your panties, of course,” he added
quickly. “That way I wouldn’t be touching your bare flesh—just
kissing you here…” One long finger traced lightly over the white
lace. “With your panties between us.”

“
Well…all right,” Kate
heard herself agreeing. “I guess that…that would be all
right.”

“
Thank you,
Lalli.
You honor me with
your trust.”

Holding her eyes with his, Rone leaned
forward and laid a soft, open-mouthed kiss over the crotch of her
panties.

Kate bit back a moan as she felt his hot
breath against her enflamed flesh, separated from him only by the
thin lace. God, she could feel herself getting hotter and wetter
all the time! In fact, she was afraid of what she might see if she
looked down. Even now, she could feel how wet the lace of her
panties was getting—could that really be because her body was
reacting to his? Was she really going to make a lot more…honey just
because he was near her?

It seemed entirely possible—especially since
she could feel all the rest of herself reacting to the big
Kindred’s touch too. Her nipples were so tight they ached and her
pulse was pounding, the blood rushing in her veins, making her feel
hot and breathless and needy all over.

“
Such a sweet, soft little
pussy,” Rone murmured, placing another soft kiss on her
panty-covered slit, right over her throbbing clit. “Gods, I’ve
missed this part of you so much, baby…missed being between your
thighs and giving you pleasure…”

“
But don’t…don’t you only
want to do this because it feeds the Beast?” she protested
breathlessly. “I mean, you don’t have a choice with the
hunger
do you?
You
have
to do
it.”

“
I
have
to? Yes, I suppose in a way.”
He shrugged. “But it’s more than that, baby—I want to. I
need
to.” He kissed her
again, this time placing his mouth right over her clit, which was
throbbing under the thin lace and then looked up at her. “I crave
you so damn much…crave the feeling of your thighs wrapped around my
head, your little hands pulling my hair, the sound of your sweet
voice moaning my name when I bring you to the edge with my tongue…”
He shook his head. “I can’t explain it any better than that. I
just
need
to
taste you.”

“
I…I think I’m beginning
to understand,” Kate whispered, daring to reach out to him and run
a hand through his thick, black hair. Rone made a soft growl of
pleasure in the back of his throat and for a moment she almost felt
like she was stroking a tiger or a panther—some animal that would
be completely deadly to anyone else but which was safe for her.
Considering the Beast the big Kindred kept within, she supposed the
analogy wasn’t that far off although she still wasn’t sure what
might happen if the Beast came out. She stroked Rone again, trying
not to consider that possibility.

Though she’d been trying not to remember the
past, she couldn’t help thinking that this experience was the exact
opposite of what had happened to her in college. Not just in terms
of being forced or being willing—it was Rone’s whole attitude
towards what they were doing.

Back in college, her attacker had actually
acted like he was doing her a favor. He’d believed that licking
between her legs for a few minutes would make her instantly
horny—grateful and ready to have sex with him—which was, of course,
the ultimate goal.

For Rone,
this
was
the ultimate goal—just being able to taste her
and give her pleasure. He clearly loved everything about it from
the feeling of her thighs against the sides of his face to the
scent and taste of her pussy—which was something Kate had been
self-conscious about ever since that awful night in
college.

But watching the way he
breathed her in and feeling the soft, hot kisses he gave her
through the white lace of the panties made Kate feel completely
confident that he liked this. No, more than liked it—he loved
it.
Needed
it. He
made her feel beautiful…precious and desired and perfect despite
all the imperfections she saw in herself. Kate liked that
feeling—liked it a lot. It made her feel more relaxed and open—less
fearful of what was happening between them.

She wondered if Rone could somehow sense the
shift in her mood because he looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded
with desire.

“
Lalli,”
he murmured hoarsely. “Do you think you could let
me kiss you without your panties now?”

Kate’s heart began jack-hammering in her
chest again. She was feeling more and more comfortable with this
act but letting go of the final barrier between them was still
difficult.

“
Just…just kiss me?” she
managed to say.

“
I promise.” He stroked
her thighs soothingly. “I won’t spread open your pussy and taste
you until you tell me you’re ready. Okay?”

Kate bit her lip, hesitating for a moment.
But the sincerity and desire in his silver eyes decided her.

“
All right,” she said,
lifting her hips so he could slide the jade green and white lace
panties down her legs. “I guess…oh!”