Unbondable(Kindred Birthright #1) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,32

erection they couldn’t hide. She started to shut her mouth, but Raak had already noticed.

“Look at your fangs, baby girl,” he murmured, bending over her, a look of intent interest in his silver-ringed eyes. “Gods, they’ve gotten so long and sharp. What’s going on with you?”

Kara writhed miserably in his arms, feeling more shamed than she ever had in her life. Goddess, she couldn’t believe he was seeing her like this—so helplessly aroused and almost ready to come with her fangs long and throbbing, aching to bite…

But that thought brought on an even more vivid fantasy than the first, where Raak was going down on her. This time, Kara imagined herself sitting astride him, her legs spread wide as he thrust into her, his thickness filling her completely. He would look up at her, his silver-ringed eyes half-lidded and growl,

“Bite me, baby girl. Go on, do it—I want you to.”

The mental image and the stroking of the tharp between her thighs and at the sensitive tips of her nipples was too much. With a moan of mingled pleasure and horror, Kara began to come.

Thirteen

Raak stared down at the girl in his arms, completely mystified. What in the Seven Hells was going on with her? One minute she’d been barely conscious and now she was gasping and moaning and writhing around like a female in heat.

And in fact, he could smell her heat. Despite the water lapping around them, enough of her flesh was exposed to allow the warm scent of her desire to reach his nose. And damn if the hot little female didn’t smell, well…hot.

Kara moaned and writhed some more, her eyes squeezing shut as her back arched, thrusting her tight nipples into the air. Raak had been trying not to notice them—had been trying to be a gentle-male. The other Kindred assumed that Unbondables were all soulless, remorseless beasts that would take advantage of a female the first chance they got. And Raak didn’t deny he had such urges—dark desires that a normal Kindred male with a soul would never even entertain.

But he wasn’t stupid—Kara was the daughter of the Head Chancellor of the Kindred High Council. If she went to her father and told him that Raak had taken advantage of her, there would be all Seven Hells to pay. Just because she was helpless in his arms didn’t mean he would ravish her—no matter how much he might want to.

He could control his darker impulses—most Unbondables could—which was something the other branches of the Kindred tree didn’t seem to understand. It was simply self-preservation to help her and not take advantage of her—no matter how ripe and luscious her full curves looked under the tight blue fabric she was wearing.

At least that was what Raak told himself.

“Oh…ahhh!” Kara moaned, her hips pumping as whatever drug they had given seemed to finally wear off. Her pearly fangs were long and sharp—like delicate daggers, Raak couldn’t help thinking. Damn, she looked sexy like that, with her mouth open and those sharp little points all poised to bite!

But what was going on with her? His nose twitched as he again caught the scent of her arousal.

He frowned. Could she be…coming?

“Oh…ahh…nnnnooo!” Kara’s inarticulate moans finally became words. “Nooo,” she gasped and began plucking at the tight royal blue gown she wore which had molded itself to her body. “Get…get it off,” she begged, pulling at the sodden fabric.

Raak’s eyebrows shot up.

“You want to get undressed?”

“Yes!” She nodded her head, still tugging at the fabric. “Please, it…it won’t stop otherwise. It’s going to make me…make me come again.”

Her cheeks were stained with a blush as she spoke but it was clear she was serious. Somehow the damned fabric she had on—was it one of those living cloths the Primes wore? Anyway, somehow it was touching her in a way she clearly didn’t want to be touched.

Raak frowned and a low growl rose in his throat. Goddess damn it, nobody and nothing was going to hurt Kara or touch her against her will! He would fucking end anyone or anything that tried.

“Hang on, baby girl,” he told her. Gripping the fabric just above her breasts, he pried it up, though it tried to cling to her. Kara attempted to help him, but she still had no strength in her hands. “No, let me,” Raak told her and took a firmer grip on the wet fabric.

The damned thing was surprisingly strong but he was a hell of a lot stronger. With an effort,