Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
She was well aware that she was almost certainly making the Healing Nectar now—absorbing so much of Nate’s pain and fear that she fainted earlier would definitely have given her body the signal to begin. But she still hoped that if she kept him from sucking her nipples and gave him enough pleasure tonight, she might reverse the cycle.
“God, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured as Lan’ara continued to massage him. “Your little hands feel so good on me.”
“But it’s not only my hands I want to massage you with,” Lan’ara purred. Reaching for the vial of sensual oil, she poured some over her bare breasts and watched Nate’s eyes widen and then go lazy with lust as he saw the slippery substance coat her full globes and cling to her nipples like amber jewels.
“So damn gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on her breasts. “Reminds me of that dream I had last night.”
“What dream?” Lan’ara asked him, frowning. “Not the bad dream that woke you up?”
“No, of course not. Normally that’s the only dream I ever remember. But this morning, just as I was waking up, I had another—a really memorable one,” he told her.
“Tell me about it,” Lan’ara urged. Had they been Dream-sharing the night before? Usually when a Kindred finally found her fated mate, the Dream-sharing ended, since it was no longer needed to draw the two of them together. But there were always exceptions.
“Well…” Nate shifted under her. “It was a little weird.”
“That’s all right. Tell me,” Lan’ara urged him. The fact that he remembered any dream at all was a good thing, she thought. It might mean that he would eventually remember all the times they had Dream-shared together before she had finally found him.
“Well…like I said, it’s weird, but I dreamed you were kind of in this same position—straddling me, you know?”
Lan’ara nodded.
“And what did I do?”
“Well…” He shifted uncomfortably again. “You asked me if…if I was thirsty.”
“I did? And what did you say?” she asked.
“I said I was.” Nate shrugged. “And then you wanted me to, uh, to suck your nipples. And there was this sweet, kind of honey-like liquid you were making. I mean, your breasts were making it. And it tasted really good and made me feel really good when I drank it.”
“Oh!” Lan’ara sat back, feeling stunned.
Nate clearly misinterpreted her reaction.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “It was just a dream. I mean, I’m not into that kind of thing—like milk play or lactation porn or anything fucking weird like that. I just—”
“No, no,” Lan’ara interrupted him. “Please, Nate—don’t misunderstand me. I’m not upset—just surprised.”
“Because I had a perverted dream?” He frowned. “I have news for you, sweetheart—I’m a guy—a red-blooded human man. That kind of thing happens with us.”
“It wasn’t perverted,” Lan’ara told him. “I believe…” She cleared her throat. “I believe it was prophetic.”
“Prophetic? You mean you think I was dreaming about something that’s actually going to happen?” Nate shook his head. “But how?”
“It won’t happen tonight,” Lan’ara told him. “So please don’t worry about it.”
“Worry about it? It was one of the hottest dreams I’ve ever had in my life,” he admitted in a low voice. “And just now, watching you with the oil dripping off your ripe nipples…I guess that’s what brought it back.”
“I’m glad you shared your dream with me,” Lan’ara told him honestly. “Whether your dreams are good or bad, I always want you to share them with me, Nate.”
“But…you really think it’s going to happen? Er—do you make a special kind of milk or honey or something?” he asked, furrowing his brow.
Lan’ara shook her head.
“I may not speak of it until it happens,” she told him.
But now that she was certain it would happen—that she would make the Healing Nectar and give it to him to suck from her breasts—she felt a sense of calm inside her. She knew it would drain most of her strength and that her mentor wouldn’t approve. But who can argue with destiny? She and Nate were on a journey together and only the Goddess knew where the path they chose to travel might lead them.
“Lan’ara—” Nate began, but she shook her head.
“No more talking.” Pouring more of the oil over herself, she used her hands to spread it all over her breasts and then down her belly to her sex. The cool oil turned warm when it touched her sensitive inner folds, making her gasp and moan softly. Then she lowered herself onto Nate and began to rub her breasts against his broad, bare chest.
“God, sweetheart!” he groaned as she pressed her full mounds against him. “I know you said no more talking but that feels so damn good!”
Lan’ara didn’t answer, but she did scoot down some until she felt the hard length of his shaft pressing against the slit of her outer pussy lips. Working her hips, she rubbed against him until she felt his thickness parting her and slipping partly into her wet folds.