it’s there. So I’m going to make it come true—going to fill your sweet pussy with my seed and swell your belly with new life. Before I let you go, you’ll know that my child is planted in your womb.”
He stroked one big hand over her lower belly, making Alli shiver.
“I…I…” She didn’t know what to say. But then speech was impossible because Kane leaned forward and kissed her.
Alli gasped when she felt the by-now familiar Sting of his needle-sharp tongue as it drove into hers. But then she was flooded with pleasure again—a pleasure too deep to deny.
She lost herself in his kiss and for a time, knew no more.
Sixteen
Kane took himself to task as he finally unfastened her from the Stinging Frame. What was wrong with him, Stinging her mouth so that she craved his kisses? He never kissed his concubines—it was too intimate.
And why had he promised to give her his seed again? Promised to plant a baby in her belly before he let her go?
Though many Kru’ell Ones took a long-term concubine to get themselves an heir, Kane had never desired one. Not until he took Allisandra, that was.
I don’t want an heir, he argued to himself. I’m simply fulfilling her deepest desires and feeding from the emotion that results, as I always do with my concubines.
But somehow the words didn’t quite ring true. He couldn’t help imagining the two of them together—not as Master and concubine but as lover and lover—mate and mate. Couldn’t help thinking of the way Allisandra would look holding his baby in her arms as he held them both, protected and cared for them…
No! Kane told himself sternly. That’s impossible and you know it. The OverLord would never allow it. And even if he would, to bond a concubine to you is death because then you can never feed on any other. And when she leaves, you’ll starve. Don’t be a fool, Kane!
But no matter how he lectured himself, he couldn’t quite drive the longing he felt away, as he helped Allisandra out of her ruined nightshirt and led her to the Dressing Room.
Seventeen
“What is all this?” Alli asked, looking in bewilderment at the racks of clothing in the new room Kane had led her into.
“Clothing appropriate to your new station,” he growled. “Clearly you can’t continue to wear that rag you came here in.” He nodded at the shredded nightdress Alli still clutched to her chest, trying to cover herself with the ragged fabric.
“If it’s a rag now that’s only because you ripped it up,” she accused, frowning at him.
Kane shrugged, his broad, bare shoulders rippling with the motion. He himself was wearing a sleeveless black leather vest, black leather trousers, and black boots.
Looking at the racks of clothing, Alli was pretty sure she was going to wind up wearing black leather too—there was a lot of it here.
“Is this where you keep the clothes for all your, uh, concubines?” she asked, looking up at him. “You must have had a lot of them.”
“I’ve had a fair few, though not nearly as many as some Kru’ell Ones,” he said, not bothering to deny her charge. “I prefer quality over quantity. A female must possess a certain spark to get my attention.” He leaned forward and cupped her cheek in one hand. “You, Allisandra, don’t just have a spark—you’re an open flame. The moment your desires reached out to me, I knew I had to have you, even though you were in a whole other universe.”
Alli bit her lip and looked down.
“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not.”
“Of course it is.” Kane kissed her very lightly on the mouth but she found that even that gentle touch seemed to set a fire in her. She had to fight with herself not to kiss him back and, in the end, only held out through sheer force of will.
Kane drew back and searched her eyes with his, smiling a little.
“There’s that fire again. My Sting has made you crave my kisses but somehow you managed to keep from kissing me back. You managed to resist the urge.”
“Get used to it,” Alli said tightly. “I’m not as easy as you seem to think.”
Kane cocked an eyebrow at her.
“The craving and needs caused by my Stings on your body will get worse you know,” he said softly. “I’ll be here waiting when your nipples get so tight you moan or when your womb is thirsty for my seed and your pussy aches so