Page 16 of Kidnapped By the Beast (Beasts of the Kindred #11)

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Brandt sat at the edge of the mossy bed, looking down at Alexandra.

The lamplight painted her curves in soft gold, her bare breasts rising and falling with every shaky breath.

Gods, she was beautiful. Too beautiful. It was wrong to think this way about her…

wrong to feel the tug of desire in his chest and groin.

He had sworn never again to call a bride.

This is for science. For her health. Nothing more, he told himself, trying to excuse it.

But when she looked up at him with wide, uncertain eyes, her lips trembling, his resolve weakened.

She was flushed…restless and her thighs were pressed together as though to hide the ache between them.

Every tiny movement of her body spoke of need—of a desperate sexual hunger.

The poor little human was starving to death and he had given her nothing but crumbs.

Her voice, breathless and uncertain, broke into his thoughts.

“Are…are you going to suck me again? I mean, suck my nipples?”

“Yes.” His tone was low and steady, though his heart hammered in his chest. “I think I should. Let’s see how your nectar production is coming along.”

He bent over her, closing his lips around one tight peak, sucking deep.

Her taste filled his mouth instantly—sweet and rich as the nectar flowed.

Alexandra cried out, her back arching, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders.

Nectar gushed against his tongue, delicious and warm and sweet as honey.

He swallowed, licking her nipple with a slow drag of his tongue before pulling back.

“Good. You’re producing well. By morning you should be ready to be milked.”

“By morning?” She squirmed, her breasts quivering with each breath. “But I can’t wait…I mean…I’m hurting now.”

Brandt frowned, watching her shift on the mossy mattress.

“Hurting where, little Lexi?”

Her cheeks flamed. She moved her hips, thighs parting slightly.

“Here,” she whispered, so softly he almost didn’t catch it.

Heat stirred low in Brandt’s groin. He lowered himself to his knees between her thighs.

“Is your soft little pussy in pain, Alexandra? Do you need me to examine you again?” he murmured.

Her blush deepened, but she nodded.

“I…I think so.”

“All right,” he said gently. “Part your thighs for me. Let me see you.”

She trembled but obeyed, spreading herself open and Brandt allowed his gaze to drop, drinking her in.

Her folds glistened with her own juices, swollen and needy. Her little pussy was so ripe for fucking it made him ache.

His cock throbbed, straining against his trousers.

She’s perfect. So wet…so ready for me.

He reached out, but she flinched away before he could touch her.

“Wait! I…I tried to touch myself earlier,” she admitted, shame flooding her cheeks with pink. “But it hurt so much. I…I think I’m too sensitive.”

“I see.” Brandt nodded. Poor little Elite. This was his fault—he had left her too long. He should have checked her more thoroughly before going to bed.

“What’s wrong with me?” she asked in a small voice and her green eyes were suspiciously bright. “Is it something to do with the Bacillus Aurum?”

“I’m afraid so.” Brandt nodded again. “You see, in some cases it causes a woman to need a male’s touch in order to come and to express her nectar—that is the origin of the Terian milking culture.”

“It is?” she asked, her eyes wide.

“It is,” he affirmed. “I think what you need right now is a release from a male—from your Master. And since I’m the only one who has handled your body since we came here, it makes sense your body would respond to me in that way. Here—let me try something.”

He lifted two fingers to his lips, sucking them slowly and deliberately, before lowering them to her again. “Open for me, little Lexi,” he murmured. “Let me try to help you.”

Biting her lip, she did as he said, parting her thighs though he could see the pain and doubt in her lovely face. But she trusted him and opened anyway—the thought made his heart twist painfully for some reason.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “I’ll be very gentle—I promise.”

He stroked her swollen outer lips with gentle pressure. She stiffened, but then melted with a shuddering moan.

“Oh…that does feel better.”

“That’s what I thought.” His mouth curved slightly. “Scoot over.”

She shifted, and he climbed onto the bed beside her. He drew her soft, curvy body against his chest, her head resting on his bicep.

She stiffened at first, but Brandt leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Relax, little Lexi. I’m just going to make you feel better,” he murmured.

“All…all right.” She relaxed, melting against him and he felt his heart fist in his chest. Why did she feel so good against him—so right?

He tried to push the emotion away and focus on the problem at hand. He had to heal her. He sucked his fingers again, savoring the taste of her juices.

“Part your thighs for me again, Alexandra,” he ordered, his voice dipping to a hungry growl. “I’m going to stroke your soft little pussy until you come for me.”

Her breath caught and she looked up at him with wide eyes…but she obeyed. Her legs fell open, exposing herself to him completely.

“Good girl,” Brandt murmured soothingly. He slipped his fingertips into her pussy and stroked her slowly, circling her swollen clit. “Look at you spreading your pussy for me. You want my fingers inside you again, don’t you?”

She whimpered, her hips twitching.

“Yes…please.”

“That’s better.” He slipped two fingers inside her, groaning at the tight, wet grip of her body. “Gods, you’re so tight. Your pussy is sucking me in already. You were made for this.”

Her moans filled the room. She clung to his arm, her nails biting into his skin.

“Take me deeper,” he murmured, pumping his fingers steadily. “Feel how good that is? Your sweet little cunt loves my touch. You’re dripping for me, Alexandra. Such a good girl.”

He wasn’t sure where the words were coming from—they just rose to his lips and Alexandra responded eagerly, panting and moaning and working her hips, eagerly accepting his fingers inside her.

He pressed his thumb to her clit, circling it in firm, steady strokes as he continued to finger-fuck her.

“Oh…Oh, Dr. Brandt! Oh, please!” She bucked against him, crying out, her juices coating his hand. He angled his fingers, curling them inside her to rub the special pleasure spot he knew human women have until she almost sobbed.

“Oh God…getting so close!”

“Spread wider,” he growled. “That’s it. Take my fingers nice and deep.” He bent his head close, his mouth at her ear. “Listen to yourself moan for me. You love this—you love having me finger your wet pussy. Say it.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, her voice breaking, she gave him what he wanted.

“I…yes! I love it!” she moaned.

“Good—now beg me for it. Beg me to finger your soft pussy.”

Her cheeks got even hotter but she didn’t hesitated.

“Please, Dr. Brandt—I need you to…to finger me. To stroke my pussy,” she moaned.

“That’s my girl,” he growled, thrusting harder, faster, his thumb circling her clit in perfect rhythm. “Now tell me you need to come, Alexandra.”

“I do—I need to!” she sobbed. “Please…please make me come!”

“That’s what I’m doing.” He could feel how close she was. He fucked even deeper with his fingers and growled in her ear, “Come for me, little Lexi. Let it all go. Let me feel your pussy milking my fingers.”

Her climax crashed over her, raw and unstoppable and Brandt watched her eagerly as she came.

She cried out, body convulsing as her pussy clenched around his fingers, releasing in hot, pulsing waves. Her juices gushed, soaking his hand, dripping down his wrist. He held her through it, his free arm wrapped tight around her, not letting her go.

“Good girl,” he murmured in her ear. “Such a good girl to come so hard for me.”

Her body shook, her moans breaking into helpless whimpers. Brandt was aware that his cock was hard as a rock and aching with need, but this was about Alexandra. He stroked her slowly, gently now, coaxing every last spasm from her curvy body until at last, she sagged boneless in his arms.

“Oh, Dr. Brandt…” she whispered. “That was…I’ve never come so hard in my life! Thank you.”

“I was just giving you what your body needed.”

Brandt drew his fingers free, lifting them to his lips. He sucked them clean, nearly groaning at the sweet taste. But guilt pricked him even as desire coiled hot and hard inside him. He had sworn an oath—an oath he was perilously close to breaking.

He pushed the guilt aside, telling himself this was healing…research… science.

She is my test subject. My responsibility. I only did what was necessary to cure her pain, he argued with himself.

And yet, as he held her trembling, sated body close, inhaling her scent, feeling her softness pressed against him, one truth remained undeniable.

He didn’t want to let her go.