Unleashed by the Defender (Brides of the Kindred #25) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,54

and she could feel his hot breath on her open pussy. “Please, Imani—let me taste you.”

They were past the pretense of it being a massage now, she realized. Now they were just a man and a woman needing each other.

Because she needed this too—how long had it been since a man had touched her? Much too long, Imani thought. And she’d never wanted a man to touch and taste her nearly as much as she wanted J’are. The big Nightwalker seemed to have found a place in her heart the first moment she’s seen him—maybe because his eyes were the same color as the eyes she had dreamed of so many nights before she’d come here to defend him.

“Yes, J’are,” she heard herself saying as she tilted her hips and spread her thighs even more. “Yes, you can…can massage me with your tongue. You can taste me.”

“Gods…” His voice was ragged with need and then she felt his face press hard between her thighs. Lying on her stomach as she was, she couldn’t reach him to hold on to him. Instead, she gripped the sides of the massage table and gasped as she felt his tongue lash over her sensitive clit. He lapped her over and over and then drew back to press deep into her channel, as though he wanted to taste her juices straight from the source.

Imani moaned and writhed helplessly on the table. She’d never expected to be in this position with the big Nightwalker—so helpless and hot as he satiated his hunger for her. But at that moment, she didn’t even care how vulnerable she felt—that was part of the experience—part of the pleasure. She just wanted it to never end.

Then, J’are was back to lapping her clit. At the same time, Imani felt two long, thick fingers find her entrance and slide deeply into her pussy. She moaned and bucked her hips up, loving the sensation of being filled while he tasted her. And as J’are began a slow, deep, fucking motion with his fingers, he continued to circle her throbbing clit with his tongue.

Imani felt her pleasure building as she writhed helplessly on the table. She was close, so close…

“J’are,” she whispered breathlessly. “Oh, J’are…”

And then the big Nightwalker sucked her clit into his mouth and rubbed hard with the flat of his tongue. The intimate kiss sent Imani flying over the edge and she heard herself moaning with pleasure as her inner muscles squeezed his invading fingers and she bucked her hips, riding his tongue to orgasm.

Twenty-Seven

J’are never wanted it to end. She tasted so sweet and her cries of pleasure were music to his ears. He loved her warm, feminine fragrance and wanted to stay here with his face buried between her thighs forever.

But deep inside himself, he heard his feral side growling…

The tasting is done. Now for the bonding.

No! J’are pushed the thought away. He couldn’t bond her to him—she wasn’t really his.

But the feral part of him insisted on pushing images into his brain—images of him standing up and taking out his shaft and pressing it to the opening of her pussy. Thrusting long and hard and deep inside her until he filled her pussy with his seed and her belly with his baby.

She would be his then, his completely and she could never leave him or Claim another male. She—

“She doesn’t belong to you!” J’are growled, jerking his face and fingers away from Imani with sheer force of will.

“What?” she lifted her head and turned back to him, her dark eyes dilated with pleasure and worry. “What…who are you talking to, J’are?”

“Sorry…” He sighed and ran a hand over his hair. “Just…my feral side. I probably shouldn’t have done that—shouldn’t have tasted you. Because now it thinks…”

“Thinks what?” Imani twisted around and sat up on the table and looked at him anxiously.

“Never mind” J’are shook his head. “Everything is under control. It’s just…remember how I told you about the different parts of the Claiming period?”

“Oh, right. Yes.” She nodded.

“So the feral side of me thinks that we’ve done all of them—bathing, scenting, holding, and now tasting. So it thinks it’s time for…”

“For bonding,” Imani whispered. “J’are—”

“You don’t have to say a thing.” He held up his hands in a “Don’t shoot” gesture. “I know you’re my Defender and I’m your client and we can’t do that. As I said, I have it under control.”

“I believe you,” Imani said, though she still looked troubled. “I know we…I shouldn’t have let