Unbondable(Kindred Birthright #1) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,31

and cradling her gently in his arms. “Everything is gonna be all right now—I promise.”

She still couldn’t talk but she looked up at him trustingly. How had he found her? How had he known she was in trouble in the first place?

Kara supposed it didn’t matter. The main thing was that he had rescued her from what was literally a fate worse than death—having her fangs pulled and being neutered forever.

The feeling was slowly returning to her fingers and toes and she felt safe in his arms. Soulless or not, Raak was certainly acting like any concerned Kindred male when a female he cared about was in trouble.

Does he care about me though? She supposed he must or he wouldn’t have come to her rescue. And he wouldn’t be taking such good care of her now. As she looked up into his silver-ringed ebony eyes she felt…

Something twisting and squeezing her nipples.

“Ahh!” Kara gasped and struggled weakly. What in the Seven Hells was going on? Was Raak touching her? Taking advantage of her weakened state?

But no—she could see his big hands resting on his knees on either side of her when she looked down. So what was happening? Who or what was molesting her?

The tharp! she realized as the soft fabric tightened around her nipples even more. They were already erect from being in the extreme cold and now the royal blue tharp was stroking her aching tips, its downy fabric more gentle and yet more persistent than any lover’s hands could be.

Not that Kara had ever had a lover but still…

She squirmed uncomfortably in Raak’s arms. The big Unbondable frowned and looked down at her anxiously.

“Kara? You okay?” he rumbled.

“Uh…uh…” Kara’s mouth and tongue still didn’t want to work properly. But even if they did, what could she say—help, I’m being molested by my dress?

At that moment, she felt the soft fabric of the tharp stroking between her thighs as well, gently teasing the top of her mound and the slit of her pussy.

“Ahhh!” Kara gasped in protest and flopped like a fish trying to get away. But there was nowhere to run—she was literally paralyzed and at the mercy of the perverted tharp which continued to stroke her nipples and now was gently opening the lips of her pussy.

Kara tried desperately to close her thighs but though the smaller muscles of her fingers and toes seemed willing to work, the bigger muscle groups were still frozen in place. There was nothing she could do as the tharp molded itself around her throbbing clit and began a gentle massage. In the warm water she was half submerged in, it felt almost like a knowing tongue lapping her open pussy.

That thought brought another image to mind—one of Raak between her thighs, going down on her. Kara had never let a male do that to her before, despite the fact that it was something all Kindred males craved. She had wanted to save her first tasting for the right one. But now images filled her head—thoughts of the big Unbondable lapping and sucking her pussy until she moaned and tugged his wild black hair, begging him to do more, to bring her to the edge…

No! I can’t be having these thoughts—what’s wrong with me? Kara wondered. I ought to be angry, not horny—this damn tharp is molesting me!

And she was angry—furious in fact. But that didn’t change the fact that what the royal blue tharp was doing felt good. Gasping, she shifted in Raak’s arms again. Oh Goddess, if the damn thing kept this up she was going to come—come while he was watching.

“Baby girl?” he rumbled, frowning down at her anxiously. “What’s got you all upset? What’s happening?”

Can’t you tell? Kara wanted to ask him. Can’t you see the way this damn tharp is fondling me?

But she supposed he couldn’t. The water was making the wet fabric cling to her so it probably just looked like she was a contestant in a wet t-shirt contest, which was a thing she’d heard about that happened down on Earth.

“Uhhh…” Kara tried again to talk and nearly cut her tongue on something extremely sharp. To her horror, she realized it was one of her fangs. But it was so long.

Oh no—my fangs!

The realization that they had lengthened and sharpened mortified Kara even more than the fact that the perverted tharp was stroking her and was about to make her come. She supposed this must be what males felt like when they had an