Page 58 of Kidnapped By the Beast (Beasts of the Kindred #11)
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He had to be careful, Brandt told himself.
Lexi had just been through hell—he knew that. He should be patient and gentle—just let her rest. But the moment he saw her trembling in the shuttle—her breasts swollen and leaking and her pussy grinding helplessly against his cock—his determination to leave her alone had crumbled.
She needed relief. She needed to be Claimed.
And he was the only one who could give her what she needed.
The lab hummed softly as he brought her inside, sterile air tinged with ozone and faint traces of the Bonding Fruit cream he had used in his research. But now the room felt different—as though it was waiting for something.
Brandt turned to her and cupped her cheek. Her green eyes were wide as she looked up at him—cheeks flushed and lips parted as if she already knew what he was going to ask of her.
“I know you just went through a scary experience back at that bar, but I need to get you naked. I need you bare for me, little Lexi,” he said, his voice coming out in a low growl.
“I need to be able to touch you and handle every part of your body—from your swollen tits to your soft little pussy. Do you understand?”
Her blush rose higher. She dropped her gaze shyly, then whispered,
“Yes, Sir. I can be naked for you.”
Her soft tone of submission went straight to his cock. That sweet little voice calling him Sir—gods, he fucking loved it! His control wavered, lust rising like a tidal wave inside him.
He stepped closer, fingers brushing her blouse.
“Then let me see you. All of you.”
She started to unfasten the blouse with shaking hands, but Brandt brushed her hand aside. He unbuttoned her slowly, deliberately, letting his knuckles graze her flushed skin as he bared her inch by inch.
Alexandra’s breath hitched, her nipples already pebbling tight through the thin fabric. After her blouse fell to the floor, Brandt slid her skirt down her hips, baring the damp curls of her pussy. She trembled, but she didn’t resist—though she did cross her arms over her breasts.
Brandt shook his head and caught her wrists in his big hands. gently pulling them aside.
“Don’t hide from me sweetheart,” he ordered softly. “Not ever. You’re mine to look at…mine to touch…mine to taste.”
She shivered but let him move her, her full breasts rising with each quick breath. Nectar already glistened at the tips of her tight pink nipples.
“Goddess, look at you,” he murmured, hunger roughening his voice. “Dripping for me already. Are your tits aching, sweetheart? Do your nipples hurt?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, trembling. “They’re so full…so sensitive. Especially after…after the way you sucked them.” She looked up at him shyly.
“Like this, you mean?”
Brandt bent and flicked his tongue over one swollen peak before sucking it briefly.
“Oh God—yes!” Alexandra gasped, arching against him.
Brandt let her nipple slip from his lips and then got to one knee for a moment and knelt low to place a soft kiss to her pussy mound. He let his tongue slip into her hot little slit and caressed the bud of her clit, tasting her sweet and salty juices before finally coming up for air.
“Good,” he growled. “I’m going to make every part of your sweet, curvy body ache before I let you come.”
“Oh, God!” Alexadra moaned.
Her knees buckled, and he caught her, lifting her easily onto the padded milking table. She sank into it, staring up at him with wide, trusting eyes.
He reached for the jar of Bonding Fruit cream, dipping his fingers into the pearlescent paste. The scent filled the air—sweet and sharp, a promise of desire.
Her eyes widened when he smeared it over her nipples, rubbing in slow, circling motions.
“Is this…the same cream you used on me that first day?” she whispered, breathless. “When I came in for the interview?”
“Yes,” he rumbled. His cock strained against his trousers as he pinched her nipples, coating them with the slick substance. “The same cream I’ll have to suck off you later.”
Her gasp only spurred him on.
“It’s going to make you needy, little Lexi,” he warned. “It’ll make your pussy ache to be filled. But it’s the only way to keep the cups in place for your milking.”
“That’s all right,” she said quickly, her voice shaking. “Do what you need to do. I’ll be good. I’ll hold still for you.”
His chest tightened. Her trust, her submission—it undid him.
“Even if what I need to do is fuck you, little Lexi?” His voice dropped lower, darker as he held her eyes with his. “Can you hold still and let me push my cock into your hot little cunt? Can you take every inch of me and not run from it?”
Her eyes went wide, her lips trembling. For a long moment she only breathed, then she nodded.
“Yes, Sir. I’ll be good. I’ll open myself for you and let you fill me…as deep as you need to.”
A growl rose from low in Brandt’s throat. His cock was a steel rod in his trousers, throbbing, demanding release.
“Good girl,” he rumbled. “Then spread your thighs wide for me. Show me your sweet pussy. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
She bit her lip, hesitating. “But…I don’t see a toy. Or a stimulator.”
He leaned close, his breath hot against her ear. “That’s because I don’t need one. The only thing that’s going inside your tight little cunt tonight is me.”
Her pupils dilated, her breath catching.
“Now,” he commanded, stepping back to watch, “spread your sweet little pussy for me. Let me see every inch of you, Lexi. Show me how ready you are for my cock.”