Slade seemed to know exactly what she wanted. Unbuttoning the front of her white business blouse, he tugged down the cups of her bra just as she had imagined. But then, instead of twisting her nipples, he leaned down to suck them.
Brandi moaned and threw back her head as he circled one wide areola with his tongue and then sucked hard, taking her nipple into his hot mouth.
“Gods, sweetheart, love your big, full breasts,” he growled through their link. “I love how puffy and swollen your nipples are—turns me on so fucking much.”
Brandi couldn’t help thinking that it was a real plus to have a man who actually knew how to dirty talk and who could keep on doing it even with his mouth full. Earl hadn’t had any of those skills.
“Don’t think about your ex-mate,” Slade growled in her head. “Think about me and the things I’m going to do to you.”
He’d been sucking her other nipple but now he released it and slipped to his knees before her. “Like right now I’m going to eat your sweet pussy,” he told her, his mismatched eyes glowing.
Brandi felt as though about a thousand butterflies had just taken off inside her stomach.
“Oh, Slade, I don’t know…” she protested weakly. “I’m not sure if…”
“Don’t tell me you’re not sure if I’ll like the way you taste or smell because I fucking love both,” he told her, pushing up her skirt as he talked. “If you don’t believe me, just listen through our link while I eat you.”
“We shouldn’t,” Brandi said softly, but she was making no move to push him away. In fact, she found herself opening for him, leaning back on the seat she was sitting on and lifting her hips so he could pull down her panties.
It’s his scent, she told herself. His bonding scent—it’s driving me crazy, making me want to give in to him.
“Maybe,” Slade sent through their link. “Or maybe it’s just the fact that mates get hungry for each other. Gods, sweetheart—look at that gorgeous little pussy!”
He was spreading her legs as he sent this, splitting her wide with his broad shoulders as he crowded in to get between her thighs.
“Look at how hot and wet and open you are for me, baby,” he told Brandi. “Look at how your pussy lips are spreading to show those hot, slippery inner folds. It’s almost like your pussy is begging for a kiss.”
“No…no it’s not,” Brandi gasped but he was already leaning down to place a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her spread pussy. His lips were rough and gentle at he same time, first kissing…then nuzzling deeper, pressing his mouth into her folds and kissing again—this time directly over the tender button of her clit.
Brandi gave a little cry and her hips bucked up to meet him almost against her will. God, was he really enjoying this? It was hard to believe after what she’d been through in the past.
“Of course I’m fucking enjoying it. Didn’t I tell you before—Kindred need to eat pussy. And we fucking love it too.”
As if to prove his point, he spread her pussy lips wide with his thumbs and took a long, lingering taste, starting at the very bottom and running his tongue up and over the swollen button of her clit to the very top of her slit. Then he looked up at her, his mouth shiny with her juices.
“Fucking delicious,” he growled hoarsely, holding her gaze with his own.
“R-really?” Brandi stuttered.
His mismatched eyes flashed. “The only thing better than eating pussy is feeling a beautiful female coming all over my face while I eat her. Think you can do that for me, baby? Think you can come while I eat your sweet little pussy?”
“Slade…” she gasped as he leaned down and placed another sucking kiss on her open folds—this time directly over her throbbing clit. “Slade, we shouldn’t make this mistake twice…should we?”
“How is it a mistake to feel the hunger we both feel for each other?” he asked reasonably. “How is it a mistake to give you what you need and make you come, baby?”
“How…how do you know I need to come?” Brandi demanded breathlessly. Though to be honest, it was a need she’d been feeling pretty steadily ever since the big Kindred had held her in his arms and carried her out of danger and away with him. She hadn’t been able to put it into words at that point but the moment she smelled his bonding scent again she’d begun feeling safe and as soon as she felt safe, it was as though her body felt free to turn on the hormones and let her feel horny too.
“You telling me you don’t need to come?” Slade raised and eyebrow at her and slipped two long, strong fingers deep into her pussy, just as he had the first time they’d been together.
“Slade,” she protested but she didn’t try to stop him. In fact, she spread her thighs a little wider, letting him in.
He seemed to be searching for something and then he rubbed a spot inside her that nearly made Brandi jump off her seat.
“Oh!” she gasped, clutching for his broad shoulders. “Oh, God!”
Slade gave her a wolfish grin. “I wondered if Earth girls had the pleasure place inside them like other females do.”
“P-pleasure place? You mean the G-spot?” Brandi gasped. It was one of those places on her body she’d always read about but had never actually felt for herself. But the big Kindred seemed to have found it with no problem.
He shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling.
“Pleasure spot…G-spot…call it what you want—it makes females come really fucking hard when you rub it.” He gave her an intense look. “Which is what I want to do to you, baby. I want to make you come on my tongue while I rub your pleasure spot. Can you let me do that, Brandi? Can you let me make you come?”
“Oh God, I shouldn’t!” Brandi moaned.
Slade gave her that wolfish grin again.
“But you want to, don’t you, baby?”
In answer, Brandi grabbed the back of his hair and pushed him down between her thighs. She knew she shouldn’t but somehow when he looked at her with those mismatched eyes and surrounded her with his bonding scent, she just couldn’t say no to the big Kindred. She didn’t even want to say no.
“Good girl,” Slade rumbled through their link. “Good girl, Brandi—just spread your thighs for me and let me eat your pussy. Let me eat your pussy until you come all over my face.”
Grabbing her thighs, he pushed them over his broad shoulders and buried his face between her legs. Brandi gasped and bucked as he plowed his tongue between her pussy lips, licking and sucking greedily, as though he was determined to lap up every drop of her honey. At the same time she felt his long, strong fingers rubbing that place inside her, pressing up relentlessly, massaging her from the inside out until she felt her pleasure peaking hard and fast, her orgasm washing over her as she bucked her hips up to meet his mouth.
It was possibly the fastest orgasm she’d ever had. Slade didn’t stop at making her come once, though. He licked and sucked and massaged her G-spot for what felt like forever as Brandi came again and again until she felt she literally couldn’t come anymore.
When Slade finally pulled away, his mouth and chin shiny with her juices, she felt like a limp dishrag, all wrung out.
“Had enough, baby?” he asked softly, giving her a tender kiss on her thigh. “Or could you go one more time?”
“No…no more,” Brandi finally managed to say. “Oh God, I’ve never felt…felt anything like that, Slade.”
“That’s because you’ve never been with a male who not only wants to go down—he actually needs to go down,” he rumbled, helping her find her panties and pull them back into place over her swollen pussy.
“You really need to?” Brandi somehow found the strength to pull down her skirt and sit up, though she still felt boneless as a jellyfish from the waist down.
Slade nodded.
“It’s a biological urge for Kindred. Helps tie our mates to us. Tastes fucking delicious too.” He licked his lips.
Brandi bit her lip. “I guess I should have asked before now but…what kind of Kindred are you? I mean, you have fa
ngs like a Blood Kindred but the uh…” She gestured to his crotch. “The other thing like a Beast Kindred.”
He rumbled laughter.
“You mean my mating fist?”
“Yes…that.” She couldn’t help thinking of the way that huge thing had swelled inside her, making her feel more full than she ever had in her life, making her come so hard…
Then she wondered abruptly if Slade had heard her dirty thoughts.
“Of course I heard them, baby—didn’t I tell you, you’re a projector? But I don’t mind hearing that you enjoyed having my mating fist inside you.”
Brandi felt her cheeks getting hot. She wondered if she would ever get used to this—to knowing the big Kindred could hear her thoughts and see the dirty images in her head.
“It’s not dirty,” Slade protested softly. “I told you—mates get hungry for each other. There’s no shame in that, baby.”
“You still haven’t told me what kind of Kindred you are,” Brandi reminded him, trying to change the subject to something less embarrassing.
“Oh, sorry. I’m a hybrid—half Beast Kindred and half Blood Kindred. See the eyes?” He pointed to his mismatched gold and green eyes. “Blue and gold is more typical for my kind but there are variations sometimes.”
“They’re beautiful—your eyes, I mean,” Brandi said honestly. “I’ve never seen anything like them—like you, Slade.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re fucking gorgeous yourself.” His hands described a full hourglass in the air between them. “Exactly the kind of female I used to dream of all those years I was locked away.”
Brandi frowned. “Locked away? What do you mean by that?”
He frowned and sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Damn…I hate like hell to tell you after what you told me about your ex-mate.”
“Oh, no…” Brandi had a sinking feeling in her stomach. “Please don’t tell me you’re some kind of ex-con?”
He nodded reluctantly. “Locked up for almost five years in CellStone and then I was transferred to BleakHall.”
“And then you made parole?” Brandi asked. “I mean, they let you out for good behavior?”
“Hell no, sweetheart—nobody gets out of BleakHall for any reason. It’s a lifers only triple max slam. No, I escaped with a little help from another Kindred and his mate.”
“You what?” Brandi couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “So…you’re on the run from some interstellar police or something? You’re a fugitive?”
“No, baby—nothing like that,” Slade hastened to reassure her but Brandi was already edging away from him.
“What is it like, then?” she demanded. “Let me guess, you were framed and none of it was your fault.”
“Well, initially yes,” Slade said reluctantly. “My old mistress, the one I told you about, sent me away because I wouldn’t obey her and break the vow I’d made to Cinda.”
“Uh-huh. Right.” Brandi had heard it all before. It was what she heard all the time from Earl. And the few times she’d been to visit him, she’d heard the same from the other cons around him. None of them seemed to do anything wrong—it was always a put-up job or a frame or dirty cops who planted evidence on them. Nobody took any personal responsibility for their actions.
“I do take responsibility, damn it,” Slade growled. “For fucking instance, it was my fault I was labeled a security threat and transferred to BleakHall.”
“What…” Brandi licked her lips, suddenly nervous. “What did you do to make that happen?”
“I killed a male—several males,” Slade admitted heavily. “And the last one…I sort of made an example of him. To let the other prisoners know they couldn’t fuck with me.”
“How…how did you make an example of him?” Brandi whispered. Without waiting for an answer, without even trying, she found herself going through their link. What she saw in Slade’s memory made her feel sick.
She saw a group of men—well, males, anyway—since more than half of them weren’t even humanoid. They were all gathered in an outdoor area that looked a prison exercise yard. It was surrounded by laser beam fences and there were armed guards in towers at the corner.
The prisoners were gathered in a knot and Brandi was somehow in the middle of them. In fact, she suddenly realized, she was one of them—she must be seeing through Slade’s eyes. And Slade was facing a male with blue skin and a knife.
“Come at me, Slade.” The alien antagonist had three eyes—two where humans had their eyes and one on his chin, which looked like a bizarre kind of goatee. He waved the knife menacingly and beckoned with his free hand. “Come on, let’s see how tough you are.”
“You’re going to be fucking sorry you decided to test me, Rabbaz.” Slade’s voice was a low, menacing growl. “Or no—maybe you won’t. Because I’m going to fucking kill you. Can’t be sorry when you’re dead.”
The other male didn’t answer in words—he darted forward and slashed with the knife, the long, curving metal blade biting into Slade’s chest, making him roar with pain and anger.
Brandi felt the aggression pumping through him—the unstoppable fury that couldn’t be contained or denied. Before the other man could jump back again, Slade had him by the throat. But since she was essentially inside the Big Kindred, looking out through his eyes, Brandi felt like she had the alien male by the throat.
Then Slade started to squeeze.
Oh my God, I don’t want to do this…I don’t want to do this!
Brandi felt sick—she wanted to look away—to get out of this awful memory. But somehow she was stuck—unable to so anything but watch as the big Kindred’s hands squeezed and twisted, choking the life out of the blue alien male whose eyes—all three of them—bugged out of his head as he choked and gasped and tried to get away.
Then, with a final sickening crunch and a wet tearing sound, the alien’s head popped completely off and rolled on the ground at Slade’s booted feet.
Slade kicked the head to one side and dropped the lifeless blue body, its ragged stump of a neck still jetting red blood which turned the blue skin purple.
“All right,” he roared in a voice so deafening it seemed to shake the ground. “Who’s fucking next?”
“Brandi? Brandi, sweetheart, what are you doing?” It was Slade’s voice again. Softer this time and inside her head. He sounded concerned. “You don’t need to be seeing this. Please, baby…”
Suddenly, Brandi was rushing outwards, away from the awful scene at the alien prison and back into her own head. But what she had seen was burned into her brain. Over and over she saw the alien’s eyes bulging…heard the crack of his neck and the tearing sound as Slade ripped his head completely off…saw the blood spurting…
“Brandi?” Slade reached out a hand to her but she shied away from him.
“No! No, don’t touch me!”
He sighed and raked a hand through his hair.
“Baby, I’m sorry you saw that. I know it was…messy.”
“Messy?” Brandi glared at him. “It was horrible. Terrifying!” Standing up on shaky legs, she headed for the front of the shuttle.
“Hey, where are you going?” Slade jumped up and came after her.
“Away. I need to get out of here right now.” She slid into the passenger side seat and tried unsuccessfully to figure out how to open the door. There much be a latch or a handle somewhere.
“Baby please…” Slade put a hand on her shoulder but Brandi shook it off.
“I said don’t touch me!”
“All right, all right…” He held up his hands in a “don’t shoot” gesture. “Listen, you have to understand—prison is a whole different world. It’s kill or be killed and I didn’t fucking want to be the one getting killed.”
“Just let me out, please?” Brandi’s voice shook and she realized she was right on the edge of tears. “Please, I can’t…can’t be near you after I saw that.”
“I’ll drive you back to your work place rig
ht now,” Slade promised, sliding into the driver’s seat. “But please don’t get out in the middle of dark parking area like this. It’s not safe.”
You’re not safe. Brandi swallowed the words but she could tell he heard her thinking them anyway because his shoulders got tense as he started the shuttle. He didn’t say a word about it though, just drove out of the parking garage and headed for the bank.
Brandi looked straight ahead, wrapping her arms around herself and holding herself in a tight little bundle as far from the big Kindred as she could. Over and over the bloody scene she’d watched in his mind played itself out behind her eyes. She felt sick, her stomach churning with fear and distress.
How could I fall for the same kind of man all over again? And he’s even worse than Earl! Earl never ripped anybody’s head off!
She tried to keep her thoughts “quiet” but she wasn’t even really sure how to do that and she didn’t think she was doing a very good job. She could see from the corner of her eye that Slade’s face was set like granite, his big hands clenched on the steering yoke. Was he upset with her now? Would he hurt her?
“I told you, sweetheart—I will never hurt you.” His voice came through their link sounding tight and unhappy, just as he pulled up beside the Bank of Tampa’s downtown branch. “You or Emmie—I only want to keep you safe. To protect you and provide for you both.”
Brandi rounded on him, her hands balled into fists.
“You leave Emmie out of this! And stay away from us—both of us. Understand?”
“Yes.” Slade’s mismatched eyes were hard. “I understand.”
He did something with one of the dashboard controls which caused Brandi’s door to pop open somehow. She scrambled out as fast as she could, falling to her knees on the sidewalk in the process.
“Brandi!” Slade made as if to go to her but Brandi was already up and running, not caring that her knees were bloody, not caring about anything but getting away from the awful things she’d seen in his mind.
But I’m tied to him—I can’t get away from him. Not really, she thought as she ran into the bank and pushed her way into the public bathroom. Fumbling her way into a stall, she sank down on the closed toilet seat and buried her face in her hands. As the hot, stinging tears filled her eyes she admitted to herself she was bonded for life to a savage, murdering ex-con.