Unleashed by the Defender (Brides of the Kindred #25) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,23
She cupped it lightly, weighing his balls in her hand, while she continued to caress his shaft in long, slow, deliberate strokes.
“You…Claimed me.” J’are’s deep voice was rough and she felt his cock getting even harder in her hand.
“Yes, J’are—I did,” she murmured. “I Claimed you.”
“I am…yours.”
The last word came out in a low growl and then he was coming—shooting thick spurts of seed into the bathwater while Imani held his shaft in her hand.
She should have jerked her fingers away but somehow she couldn’t. She just watched, feeling hypnotized by the sight as the big Kindred came over and over, his eyes locked on her face as he shot his seed.
It seemed to go on forever but at last he stopped shooting—though his shaft refused to go down and get soft, the way a human male’s cock would have.
Oh my God, I just stood here and basically jerked him off! Shouldn’t have done that—why did I do it? Imani asked herself as she quickly disengaged and got him a towel to dry off with.
What was wrong with her, acting this way with a client? Especially one that wasn’t really in his right mind? If anyone had been watching, they would have thought she was taking advantage of the big Kindred. Or at the very least, being extremely unethical.
It won’t happen again, Imani promised herself. I’ll get him dried off and dressed and—
She stopped, realizing she didn’t have anything to dress the big Kindred in. He couldn’t put back on the trousers he had just taken off—they were completely filthy and stiff with the black paint it had been so difficult to get off his skin and out of his hair.
“I’ll have to call down and see if they can provide me with some clothes for him,” she muttered to herself. “I’ll have to see—”
A sudden, low growl interrupted her monologue and she looked up to see J’are clutching his stomach.
“Hungry,” he said. “Not much to eat in the hole.”
“Oh, of course you are!” Imani felt bad for not thinking of this before. “I’ll get you something—I promise! You just get dried off.”
And she bustled out of the bathroom to search for whatever they used here in place of a phone to call room service and get some food and clothing sent up.
Thirteen
What the Yonnites had in place of a phone was actually a kind of intercom system, Imani found, after searching all around the room. She never would have found it at all if she hadn’t heard a soft burst of static coming from it and looked up to see the sleek white box mounted on the wall above the bed.
“Hello?” she called, looking up at it uncertainly. “Uh, is anyone there?”
“Yezz Mizz Williamzz?” buzzed the familiar voice and Imani was certain she was talking to one of the huge pink praying mantises again. “How may I zzerve you?” it asked.
“Uh, I’d like to order some room service.”
“Room zzervice?” the voice sounded confused.
“Oh—some food, I mean,” Imani said.
“Very well. Pleazze look at the menu and plazze your order at your convenienzze,” the voice buzzed.
“What menu?” Imani asked but almost before the words were out of her mouth, a small light on the underside of the box began to glow and a holographic menu was suddenly projected right in front of her in green light letters.
Imani looked at it in surprise at first…and then incomprehension. She had no idea what the exotic-sounding dishes on the holo-menu were.
“What in the world?” she muttered, looking at a dish called “ootor-flak.” "What is that?”
As she spoke, she touched the menu item with one finger, as she would a real menu.
The item turned from green to red at once and Imani pulled back her finger. Oops! Did that mean she had ordered it? She certainly hadn’t meant to, yet when she touched it again, it remained red so there didn’t seem to be anything she could do about it.
At first she was upset but then she realized it didn’t matter. Since she had no idea what any of the items were, so she might as well pick some at random. She chose a few more menu items—trying to get one from each section of the menu in hopes that she would find something edible the big Kindred enjoyed. Finally she called to the sleek white box on the wall,
“Okay, I’m finished with the menu.”
“Very good, Mizzz, Williamzzz,” the buzzing voice told her. “Your selectionzz will be zzent to your room very zzoon.”