orgasm overwhelm her. Pleasure rushed through her in a warm wave as she ground herself against Raak’s big hand, his palm rubbing her sensitive clit as his fingers continued to pump into her spasming pussy.
He stopped sucking her nipples and looked up at her, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust as he watched her.
“That’s right, baby girl,” he growled softly. “That’s right—come for me. Come all over my fingers while I fuck your sweet little pussy.”
His hot, dirty words seemed to bring on another orgasmic wave. Kara moaned and gave herself up to it—for once in her life completely unembarrassed by her own sexual needs. Goddess, it was so good…so good.
She never wanted it to end.
Seventeen
Raak never wanted it to end.
The little female was so fucking gorgeous as she writhed on his lap and he could feel her pussy clenching hungrily around his fingers as she rode him. Gods, what he wouldn’t give to fill her with his shaft instead!
Despite the multiple orgasms she’d given him when she bit him, he was still rock hard and ready to go. But he knew he couldn’t go there with Kara—couldn't Claim her and change the color of her eyes. If he did, she would be in disgrace when she finally got home to the Mother Ship.
So he had to content himself with making her come, which was pretty damn fine with Raak. There was nothing sexier—as far as he was concerned—than making a female completely lose her inhibitions. And from the way Kara was writhing and moaning on his lap, it was clear hers had gone out the shuttle window long ago.
“Raak!” she gasped, moaning his name like a prayer. “Oh Goddess, that feels so good.”
“That’s right, baby girl,” he growled, feeling her spasm around his fingers again. “That’s right, give it up. Give it all up for me and let yourself come as hard as you need to.”
She moaned again, her breasts thrusting out as her back arched in pleasure and Raak took the opportunity to capture one tight pink nipple and lave it with his tongue. Kara gasped and pressed against him, giving herself up completely to the pleasure of his touch, letting herself go in a way that made his heart ache almost as much as his shaft.
Gods, she was so innocent, so trusting, Raak thought. No other female would have trusted an Unbondable to pleasure them without taking what they weren’t willing to give. But Kara trusted him and gave herself up to him completely and without reservation.
Raak swore to himself he wouldn’t betray that trust, no matter how much he might want her.
At last she collapsed, panting, with her head on his shoulder.
“Oh,” she whispered in his ear. “I…I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
“You’re not the only one, baby girl,” Raak told her, stroking her back.
“Really?” She sat up and looked at him. “You, uh, came too?”
“The minute you bit me and then twice more,” Raak admitted. “Shot off in my pants like a damn kid. Couldn’t help myself.”
“Then I do have essence, after all,” Kara remarked. “It’s the pale blue chemical compound that Blood Kindred—male Blood Kindred, anyway—inject into the female they want to, uh, bond…” She turned pink suddenly. “I mean, not that I was trying to…you know, Claim you.”
“I know, baby girl.” Raak shrugged. “It wouldn’t matter even if you had been trying to Claim me. I’m Unbondable—remember?”
For a moment he felt a rush of regret for that fact. But then he pushed it to the back of his mind. After all, he had no soul so he couldn’t be sorry he wouldn’t be able to share his life with a female—not even a sweet, curvy, luscious, smart-as-a-whip female like Kara—right?
Right, he told himself firmly. So don’t even think about it.
Kara was still looking at him a bit anxiously.
“Um, right,” she said at last. “Of course. But thank you for letting me bite you, just the same.”
Her prim little thank-you speech after the hot sexual encounter they had just shared cracked Raak up for some reason and he started to laugh.
Kara’s lips twitched uncertainly and then she started laughing too. She had a sweet, musical laugh that Raak liked at once. Hearing it made him laugh even harder.
“What…what’s so funny?” she finally managed to ask, wiping tears from her eyes. “Why are we laughing?”
“Because—you thanking me so prim and proper like that, when both of us just came so hard we’re nearly cross-eyed and I still have my fingers deep in your sweet