Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,42

are you doing?” she gasped.

Roark made no answer except to remove his fingers and replace them with his tongue. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and buried his face between her legs, his warm, wet tongue penetrating her to the core as he fucked into her as deeply as he could.

Sammi moaned and writhed against his hot mouth. She kept feeling like she was going to come at any instant but the damn clit shield kept changing patterns, vibrating her intensely for a moment and then gently lapping and then nothing at all for a few seconds just as she was right on the edge. It kept her from reaching orgasm while pushing her so hard she thought she would die if she couldn’t come. And all the while, Roark kept tongue-fucking her, lapping at her honey greedily as he pressed deep into her quivering pussy.

At last he drew back, his mouth and chin wet with her juices and his eyes still blazing.

“Roark…Roark I can’t stand this anymore!” Sammi begged brokenly. She hardly knew what she was saying—she only knew she needed to come so badly she felt like she was going to go crazy if she didn’t reach orgasm soon. “Oh please…please fuck me!”

He gave a short, sharp nod, as though to himself.

“Yes,” he said. “You’re ready.”

He stood up abruptly, staring down at her. His chest was heaving as though he’d just run a marathon and the bulge in his trousers was evident—clearly he was as turned on as she was, Sammi thought distractedly.

“Roark—” she began.

“Get up and get dressed,” he ordered, frowning at her. “I’ll bring the rest of your things to the shuttle. We’re going straight back up to the Mother Ship to strap you into the inseminator. It’s time—you’re ready to be fucked.”

Twenty-Nine

Sammi didn’t know what she had expected the prototype of the machine he’d been telling her about for so long to look like. But it certainly was nothing like what appeared when Roark finally unlocked the door to the very last room in his lab—all the way in the back—and showed it to her.

The inseminator was an intimidating device—made of thick black metal that curved down from the ceiling. It was centered over a lighted table, like his worktable, only this one was completely bare.

Black leather straps with metal rings and hooks hung from the curving metal bars and there was a kind of arm at one end—an arm attached to a piston, Sammi saw.

“You’ll be strapped in here,” Roark told her, drawing her into the room and pointing to the harness. “The machine will hold you in place as you kneel on your hands and knees on the table.”

“What’s this?” Sammi asked, pointing at the arm with the piston. Her voice was breathless in her own ears, as though she’d forgotten how to talk.

Maybe it was because they had spent the ride back to Earth in silence—though Roark’s actions spoke louder than words. He kept using the remote to change the settings on the clit shield, ensuring that she was writhing in her seat the whole way back. He had also demanded that she keep her shirt pulled up so he could see her bare nipples right up until they docked and more than once he’d reached over and cupped her breast, tugging on one of her ripe peaks until Sammi moaned in desperate need.

“That is the insemination arm—the part where the phallus fits,” Roark told her, answering her question.

Reaching under the table, he pulled out a long black case. Inside it was a display of phalluses. Most of them looked like a human male’s cock—only much thicker and longer. But a few were clearly alien—the Beast Kindred phallus for one—but there was another with a sharp barb at the base of it as well. Not to mention the double phallus which represented two Twin Kindred merging together to bond their chosen mate to them.

Sammi shuttered when she saw them all. As desperately horny as she was, she still wasn’t sure about taking something deep in her pussy that put any human male porn star’s cock to shame.

“Which one?” Roark asked her and she realized he was giving her a choice. “Which one do you want to be fucked with, Samantha?”

Sammi bit her lip. She let her gaze drift over the bewildering display again and then looked up at him.

“Do you have one like yours? Like a Shadow Twin’s cock?” she asked softly.

“Here.” Roark chose one of those that looked more human.