on her one more time, she thought, as she leaned far over the bed to twitch the coverlet into place, maybe the memory of their time together would help her endure the rest of her life spent living with Douglas…
Maybe—
Her thoughts were cut off suddenly when a pair of long, muscular arms encircled her from behind and two big, warm hands cupped her breasts.
Alli was still wearing the sheer black dress with just a quarter cup demi-bra and crotchless panties beneath it, so it was easy to feel Kane rolling her sensitive nipples through the thin, silky fabric.
“Kane!” she gasped, arching back against him, not quite sure if she wanted this or not. “What…what are you doing?”
“Whatever I want to, baby,” he growled in her ear. “It occurred to me that I haven’t Stung you today yet.”
“Oh, but I…I thought you didn’t want to,” Alli protested rather breathlessly. “Because we were fighting. And…and angry with each other.”
“Doesn’t matter if I’m angry with you or not—I still fucking want you,” Kane growled. He began to pull up the skirt of the black dress, raising it high over her ass, baring her for him. “Spread your legs, Allisandra,” he commanded in that low, gravelly voice of his. “Spread your pussy for my Sting.”
“I—” But before she could get out more than that, his hot mouth was between her thighs. Alli gasped as she felt him licking her, his tongue making long, rough, luscious strokes as he plundered her, lapping her outer pussy lips open to taste her inner folds.
“Ahhh!” she gasped, arching her back and tilting her hips to open herself more for him.
But even as her body obeyed, her mind wasn’t sure that this was right.
“Kane!” she protested—or tried to protest. “I thought we said…said we weren’t going to do this again. Have you changed your mind about me leaving?”
“No,” he growled. “You’re still going, baby. But I’m going to have you one last time before you do. Now spread your pussy open—I’m going to Sting you deep.”
“But—” Alli began. Then she felt his tongue enter her—warm and soft at first and then needle-sharp. She gave a moan that was half pain/half pleasure as Kane injected his lust-honey not just into her clit or her inner walls but directly into the mouth of her womb.
He’s never stung me exactly there before, she thought deliriously as the brief instant of pain turned into a warm wave of pleasure that threatened to drown her. What is he doing?
For Kane was stinging her again and again—all in the same place. She knew how potent his lust-honey was, how it made her crave his shaft and his seed inside her. What would it do to her to be stung so many times in such a sensitive area? What was the big Kru’ell One trying to achieve?
She had her answer when Kane finished at last, withdrawing his tongue from her pussy channel. He gave her slippery inner folds a rough, luscious, sucking kiss before stinging her tingling clit several times, apparently for good measure.
Alli cried out and arched her back again as his lust-honey caused her little button to swell with need and become even more sensitive. But despite all the Stinging, she still hadn’t come once.
She assumed Kane wanted to hold her back for some reason—to build her need to a fever pitch before he finally let her orgasm. But she still couldn’t understand why he was doing this. Up until now their almost-love making had always been so gentle, so tender—long sessions of slow thrusting in the Breeding Chair. Why was Kane acting this way?
“Because it’s the last time, baby,” he murmured as he placed a final, sucking kiss on her aching clit. “The last time but the first too, in a way. Because I’m going to take you tonight the way I need to.”
“I don’t…don’t understand,” Alli gasped.
Kane didn’t answer with words. Instead, he flipped her over so she was lying on her back on the mattress as he loomed over her.
“Kane?” She looked up at him, panting with need but still uncertain. “What…what are you doing?”
“What I’ve been wanting to do from the first minute I saw you, baby,” he growled, unfastening his trousers to let his long, thick shaft out. “I’m going to fuck you. Now spread your pussy for my cock or I’ll have to spread it for you.”
“Oh!” Alli gasped as the broad, plum-shaped head breached her entrance. “But Kane—it’s cheating!” she gasped, though to be honest, Douglas was