Page 40 of Kidnapped By the Beast (Beasts of the Kindred #11)

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Gods, how long had it been since he had done this? Since he had knelt between a woman’s thighs, breathed in her intoxicating fragrance, and licked her until she shook apart in his arms?

Not since his wife. Not since before he swore the oath never to call another Bride. He’d buried that part of himself—buried it deep. And now here he was, drowning in the scent of nectar and female heat, his tongue sliding over Alexandra’s soft folds, as though he’d been starving for this all along.

I should feel guilty. And he did—just a twinge. But the thought was drowned beneath the truth—he wasn’t breaking his vow—not really. He wasn’t Bonding Alexandra to him—wasn’t knotting her or claiming her as his Bride. He was healing her. That was all—just healing her.

Still… gods help him, it felt so fucking good.

Her thighs trembled as he spread them wide with his shoulders. The sight of her sex glistening for him, flushed and swollen, made his cock throb almost painfully.

Beautiful, he thought hungrily. Her pussy is beautiful. Sweet and perfect and mine…all mine to heal.

Her fragrance filled his senses—warm, feminine, heady as spiced Fleuran wine. It clung to his tongue as he licked her, coated his lips…slid down his throat. He growled low in his chest, unable to help himself as he tasted her.

He let his tongue glide slowly, firm but gentle, teasing the mouth of her pussy where the cruel metal rod had been.

Each lap soothed and coated her inner walls with the Bacillus-rich solvent and healing agent now coursing through his system.

But to tell the truth, he could barely focus on the science.

His entire being was consumed by the taste of her.

Sweet…salty…creamy.

Addictive.

Brandt groaned softly to himself.

Gods, he fucking loved this—loved going down on her. He loved her flavor…her scent…the soft little cries she made when he teased her clit. He could happily live there between her thighs and never come up for air.

The hunger inside him grew sharper. A deep, primal need stirred inside him—the need passed down from generations of Kindred males—the hunger to worship their female with their mouths until she moaned his name and begged for more.

He had thought it dead in him since he’d lost his wife.

But now it burned hot and alive, consuming him with need and pleasure.

Brandt gave in to it completely.

With a low growl, he called on the trace of L’ione blood in his ancestry, letting his tongue extend, lengthen, and swell.

Alexandra gasped as he slid deep inside her, filling her completely.

He worked it slowly at first, pulsing and stretching her tender walls, caressing every inch, healing her deeply, as he had promised.

Her back arched, her little hands clutched at the sheets.

“Oh! Oh, Brandt!”

Not “Dr. Brandt” but just “Brandt”—he liked that, he decided. No, loved it—loved that Alexandra felt so free with him.

He pushed deeper, making his tongue bigger, massaging her from within. Gods, the slick heat of her was driving him insane. His cock strained against his trousers, aching to be inside her instead of his tongue.

But this was better—this was what she needed. His tongue stroked inside her until he felt her body begin to soften…relax…heal.

Finally, reluctantly, he pulled free, his tongue shrinking back to its normal size. Her soft pussy was glistening with her juices, healed and whole again.

He should have stopped there—he knew she was well. But when he looked up, panting, his mouth wet with her juices, her flushed cheeks and glassy eyes told him something else. She was close. She needed more.

“You’re all healed now, little Lexi,” he murmured hoarsely.

“Oh…am I?” she whispered. Her cheeks were red, her chest heaving. Disappointment flickered across her face.

He saw it at once—he felt it. His lips curved in a slow, knowing smile.

“Unless…there’s another spot where you’re hurting?”

Her teeth nibbled her bottom lip, shy and uncertain.

“Actually…there is,” she said at last.

“Where?” His voice dropped to a growl. “Can you show me?”

She looked like she wanted to—but her hand hovered, too shy, too hesitant.

Brandt leaned forward, caught one of her trembling hands, and pressed it to his head.

“What about this? You guide me. Put me where you need me and let me heal you there.”

Her breath caught. Slowly, she nodded.

“All right.”

“Good. Then guide me, sweetheart.”

Her small fingers tightened in his hair. Gods, he loved that—loved the control she didn’t even know she had over him. Then she dragged him upward, guiding his mouth until it hovered over the hot little bud of her clit.

“There—right there!” she moaned breathlessly. “Please, Brandt—heal me!”

Brandt groaned, his cock surging against his trousers.

Gods, yes—he fucking loved this! Loved to feel her small hands in his hair, guiding him to where she needed him most. But most of all, he loved to feel her trembling with pleasure.

He lapped her clit again and again, his tongue flicking…stroking…sucking lightly.

“Oh…Oh, Brandt!” Her fingers clenched in his hair, tugging at his scalp in sharp little pulls. The sting only made his cock harder.

Fuck, he loved the taste of her! Sweet…wet…hot.

Her hips twisted restlessly, her thighs trembling against the sides of his face. Her sweet moans filled the air, and then again she gasped his name.

“Brandt! Don’t stop! Please!”

The sound of her moaning his name nearly undid him. His cock jerked, aching to spill, but he forced himself to keep going, licking at a steady rhythm. He slipped two careful fingers inside her, stroking gently until he found the little spot he sought.

Her body jerked, but not in pain. No flinching, no hesitation—only pleasure.

“Oh God, yes—please!” she moaned. “That feels so good—oh, please!”

Brandt massaged her Goddess spot as he sucked her clit, tasting her honey greedily. Alexandra moaned and bucked her hips—she was getting close—he could tell.

Her breathing was ragged now, coming fast and shallow.

“Oh! Oh, God, I’m so close! Don’t stop—right there—yes, right there!”

And then her whole body went rigid, her pussy spasming around his fingers. Fresh honey gushed into his mouth and Brandt nearly lost control. He groaned against her clit, licking harder, riding her orgasm with her as he sent her spiraling out of control.

Gods, he loved making a woman come! He’d forgotten how much he loved it. Loved the way she moaned and cried his name…loved the way she pulled his hair…loved to taste her sweet juices right from the source as she bucked and gasped and quivered under his tongue.

Gods, I love this… love making her come, he thought deliriously. I love her so much!

Wait…the thought made him freeze for an instant, nearly derailed the moment. What was he thinking? He couldn’t love Alexandra. He had sworn an oath—it would be wrong to love another woman. He would never—

But then Alexandra cried out again, tugging his hair, her body clenching around him as another orgasm rushed through her.

And Brandt shoved the guilt aside, drowning in her taste, her heat, her bliss. He licked her harder, sucking every last drop, worshiping her until she was shuddering beneath him, utterly spent and breathless.

Utterly his.