Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
When at last they came, splattering her bare breasts and pussy mound with their hot cream, she moaned softly and arched her back, putting on a show for them as they groaned her name.
Celia thought she had never felt so hot or so free in her life. Later she would worry about why she had done this—it was certainly far outside her sexual bounds. But for tonight she just wanted to be worshipped and adored and knowing that the two huge, hot alien warriors found her incredibly hot and desirable was an intoxicating sensation.
Afterwards she let them clean her up, wiping her body with more of the soft, absorbent towels Hold had thoughtfully brought along. Then she finally pulled the thermal shirt down and lay between them.
This time, everyone was able to get to sleep.
22
CELIA
Celia was woken later in the middle of the night by a slight noise outside the tent. Her eyes popped open at once and she felt her body tense, already on high alert.
“Hold? Fierce?” she breathed, wondering if the two of them were awake.
“Yeah, we hear it, lelka,” the Dark Twin muttered.
“It started just a moment ago,” Hold confirmed from her other side.
“You stay here with Celia—I’m going to go check it out,” Fierce told him.
“But you’re wounded, Brother! Your ribs—”
“Feel a lot better since you put the healing wraps on them,” the Dark Twin finished for him. “Stay here and keep Celia safe—I’ll be back in a minute.”
He pulled on his boots and reached for his blaster.
“Wait!” Celia put up a hand to him. “Your shirt—won’t you be cold?”
“I’ll be fine, lelka.” His dark eyes raked over her body. “Besides, it looks a hell of a lot better on you.”
Then he slipped out of the flap in the tent and went silently into the darkness.
Celia sat there, her heart pumping double-time as she waited to hear another hungry V’ranna roar.
“It’s all right, my lady,” Hold said reassuringly. Reaching for her hand in the darkness, he entwined their fingers and gave her a comforting squeeze. “Fierce is a consummate hunter—if there’s anything out there, he’ll kill it or drive it away.”
“What if it’s another V’ranna, though?” Celia demanded in a low voice. “Or something even worse? What if it hurts him—or even kills him? Dios, I can’t stand this!”
“I thought you didn’t like my brother,” Hold said dryly. “Would you really care so much if he was injured?”
“Of course I’d care! I mean, he’s irritating and he can be a real pendejo sometimes but, well…that doesn’t mean I don’t like him,” Celia protested. In fact she was beginning to feel a lot more for the Dark Twin—for both of the twins—than she had just a day ago. It seemed this little adventure had brought them together in a way that any number of regular dinner and a movie dates never could have.
“Mmm-hmm,” was the Light Twin’s response, but she thought she heard humor in his voice. “It takes Fierce some time to ‘grow’ on people, as you humans say,” he told her. “But I can tell you that you’ll never find a male as loyal and trustworthy as my brother.”
“The two of you are pretty much inseparable, huh?” Celia asked.
“Completely inseparable,” Hold said firmly. “Twin Kindred are together from womb to tomb—we share everything. We even father children together.”
“Really? You mean you can’t get a girl pregnant…”
“Unless our shafts are joined during Bonding Sex,” Hold finished for her. “Exactly. We have a Bond stronger than any other—besides the Soul Bond that a warrior forms with his mate, of course,” he added.
“It must be nice to always have someone with you, to get your back,” Celia said wistfully. “I used to wish I had a sister—or any family, really.”
“It must have been incredibly hard for you, growing up without a family,” Hold murmured. “And I can imagine that feeling abandoned by your father at such an early age has made it difficult for you to trust any male who comes into your life.”
“Hey—what kind of doctor are you, anyway?” Celia demanded with half a laugh. “An MD or a psychiatrist?”
“In the House of Healing I attended, we were trained to treat the entire patient,” Hold explained. “It’s not only the physical body that can cause pain, you know. Sometimes pain comes from unhealed emotional trauma. But forgive me if it sounded like I was, uh, psychoanalyzing you.”
“No, it’s okay.” Celia squeezed his hand. “And you’re right—I didn’t know until I was an adult that my dad died in an accident once he got back to Cuba. I thought the whole time I was growing up that he’d left me and didn’t love me enough to come back for me or send for me. It was…tough.”
“Of course it was.” Hold rubbed her lightly between the shoulder blades. “I’m so sorry, my lady.”