Protecting His Mistress - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,66

Mistress?”

Lilli nibbled her lower lip, her breath already coming short as he teased her pink peak idly.

“Well,” she said softly. “Maybe…maybe if you filled me with your cream again…”

“Mmm…” Karn leaned down to kiss her sweet lips. “But I just filled you right before you drifted off to sleep, baby.”

“I know.” Lilli looked down at her hands. “I’m sorry, Karn. It’s just that the tingling seems to be getting worse instead of better. And I just feel like I want you in me all the time.”

“Then it’s a good thing I want to be in you, all the time,” he murmured. Lifting her chin with one finger, he looked into her big brown eyes. “Hey, look at me, baby. You never need to be ashamed to ask for what you need,” he told her. “You know I love to make love with you.”

“I love it too,” Lilli confessed. “I was just hoping you wouldn’t get tired of me always wanting it.”

“Are you kidding me?” Karn chuckled. “I’ll never get tired of it—never get tired of you, Lilli.” He bent to kiss her again and then, looking into her eyes he murmured, “Now would you like me to lick your sweet pussy first or do you need me to fill you up again right away?”

Lilli’s cheeks got pink but she didn’t drop her eyes.

“I love it when you lick me, Karn,” she said softly. “But you know you, er, came in me not that long ago so I’m still kind of, uh, messy down there.”

“I know it—I’m the one who made you messy,” Karn growled, feeling his shaft surge again. “So why don’t you let me clean you up with my tongue before I come in you again, baby? Would you like that?”

Lilli’s blush deepened but she nodded eagerly.

“Oh yes, Karn—I’d love it.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Karn swooped her up into his arms and carried her back into the bedchamber.

He could decide what to tell her later, he told himself. Right now, she needed him to love her and that was all he wanted to think about at the moment…

Thirty-Five

Lilli couldn’t remember when she’d been more uncomfortable. The tingling that had been tormenting her all week had tripled, making her feel like her nipples and pussy were on fire with need—a need so deep and unrelenting she could barely stand it.

And it was all because of that second quick-grow hormone shot, she was sure of it.

“Now hold still, Lilli—this will only take a moment,” her mother had commanded the night before when she’d finally come back from her business trip.

Lilli had been hoping she would forget the second quick-grow shot, but she’d had no such luck. The minute her mother walked in the door, she’d insisted on getting out the second syringe and injecting the bright green, poisonous looking liquid into Lilli’s inner thigh. She’d barely even stopped to say hello first!

“Now, you’re ready to conceive,” she’d said, nodding with approval as Lilli winced at the bite of the many tiny sharp needles. “You’re scheduled at the Primary conception center in Opulex tomorrow at three sharp, so see that you’re not late.”

“But…what if I don’t conceive?” Lilli had asked timidly, hoping to plant the idea of a conception failure, as it was often called, in her mother’s mind.

But her mother shook her head firmly.

“That’s not going to happen. These quick-grow shots make a female extremely fertile. Why, a stiff wind could make you pregnant!” She nodded approvingly. “You’ll have a baby-bump and be in fashion along with all your friends before you know it.”

Lilli didn’t want to point out again that Priss and her crew weren’t her “friends,” so she simply nodded.

“Yes, Mother,” she said submissively. She didn’t know how she would explain her failure to conceive when her mother was so set on it, but she would worry about that later. For now, she just wanted to get away from Mistress Mirabella.

Life with just Karn for the past four days had been heavenly. With her mother back in the mix, everything was up in the air again. The tension which had left her body when she spent time with the big Kindred alone was back. It made her neck and shoulders feel tight and she seemed to have a hard time getting a deep enough breath.

Being around her mother was like being around a volcano that might explode and spew criticism and cruelty at any moment.

I just want to get away from her, she thought. I don’t like