Rescued – Brides of the Kindred Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alien, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
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But first he had to tend to the pain chip in her ankle.

FIFTY

SONYA

Sonya felt the ship moving upward and it seemed that the further it went, the worse the pain in her leg got. In fact, the burning sensation was spreading through her whole body now—it felt like her whole skeleton was on fire inside her! She writhed in agony, nearly falling off the couch where Davrik had left her. It hurt—hurt so much!

Then, abruptly, it stopped.

She collapsed back on the cushions, panting and gasping and blinked tears out of her eyes. The pain had gotten so bad that for a moment she was sure she might throw up and she had to breathe deeply to control the nausea it had caused.

Slowly, the feeling that she was going to lose her lunch subsided and Sonya was able to relax. Experimentally, she wiggled her right ankle from side to side. To her relief, there was still no pain.

“Thank God!” she breathed. She didn’t know why the pain chip had stopped working but she was incredibly grateful that it had. And now that the horrible pain was gone, she had a moment to consider her incredibly narrow escape.

He caught me—he actually dove off the bridge and caught me, she thought as she remembered the horrible sensation of falling through the air. And just moments later the line had gone taut and they had jerked to a stop. Which meant that if Davrik had hesitated, even for a split second, he wouldn’t have had enough cable to catch her in time.

But what if the cable had snapped, sending them both to their death? They both might have ended up splattered on the ground like that horrible Trollox! Davrik had risked himself to save her without hesitation.

“He must really love me,” Sonya murmured to herself. But why? They had only known each other a few days—why was the big Kindred so devoted to her?

Her mind flashed back to his strange turn of phrase—“You’re not going to die again,”—wasn’t that what he had said? What had he meant by that? How could she die again when she’d never died in the first place?

Sonya frowned. There was some mystery here and she wanted to know what it was. She’d always had an inquiring mind and loved reading thrillers and mysteries—something told her there was more going on in this situation than Davrik was telling her.

But for right now, she was just incredibly grateful to be safe and pain free. With a sigh, she relaxed fully for the first time in ages and let herself drift.

FIFTY-ONE

NATE

“This is my suite—I hope you’ll feel at home here,” Lan’ara said, smiling shyly as Nate stepped through the metal door still holding her in his arms.

“I’m sure I will, baby—but right now, all I want to see is your bedroom. Or maybe here will do.”

Nate brought her into the living area which was furnished with a large couch sitting in front of a fireplace. The moment he got near it, blue and gold flames leapt up from a bed of crystalline rocks and pebbles heaped at the bottom of the grate. The fire didn’t give much heat but it sent a magical glow through the suite as the overhead lights dimmed to give a romantic vibe.

“Mmm—nice.” Nate smiled approvingly. “So the fire comes on automatically?”

“I have it set this way because I love the light,” she admitted and shifted restlessly in his arms. “Nate, please—now that we’re alone, I’m longing to taste you!”

Nate felt his cock surge in the loose white trousers he still wore.

“Wouldn’t mind tasting you again either, baby,” he growled. Carrying her to the couch, he set her gently down on one of the cushions. But before he could sit down beside her, Lan’ara had leaned forward and was tugging at the drawstring of his trousers.

“Please,” she murmured, freeing his cock and sliding one soft little hand around his aching shaft. “Let me go first, Nate—my throat is parched with thirst for your cream.”

Nate felt a surge of pure lust go through him at her soft words and the way she was looking up at him with such longing.

“Well, sure sweetheart,” he said hoarsely. “Help yourself.”

This was all the invitation that Lan’ara needed. Leaning forward, she rubbed her cheek against his hard shaft like a cat marking its territory. She seemed to like his scent…and possibly to be marking him with her scent as well because she rubbed both cheeks against him and pressed close to breathe him in. Then she put out her little pink tongue and began swirling it around his swollen crown.

“God!” Nate groaned. He couldn’t stop watching as she “tasted” him for the first time. Her soft warm hands and her wet mouth felt incredible. He also loved the way her long, silky hair felt tickling his thighs as she leaned forward to take him deep into her mouth.


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