Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“I…I can’t seem to help it,” Hanna admitted. “All of a sudden I just feel so…so hot. I don’t know what’s wrong with me—I don’t usually act this way.”
“You don’t? Hang on…” Frowning, he brushed the hair away from her forehead and uttered a low curse.
“What? What is it?” Hanna turned her head so she could look in the viewing panel behind her. To her concern, the runes on her forehead were glowing more brightly than ever.
“It’s the runes—the lust curse.” Wraith pulled his hand from between her thighs and straightened up. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re under the influence of the curse,” he said apologetically when Hanna made a little moan of disappointment.
“Oh…okay, I guess.” She squeezed her thighs together tightly, missing the feeling of his big, warm hand cupping her pussy. Maybe it was time to try and find some alone time to take care of herself, she thought.
She got dressed and bought the see-through black teddy set, hoping she could use it at another time. Then she began to think it was time to go home—she was getting extremely hot and bothered and she really needed a sexual release.
She let Wraith know she was ready to go and they set out together, headed for the tram system that ran through the Mother Ship, taking people to different parts of the huge structure.
Hanna settled herself on a seat in the back of one of the tram cars and Wraith sat beside her. Or rather, he hovered about a quarter inch off the seat because he wasn’t solid enough to sit unless she touched him. But now Hanna felt self conscious about touching the big warrior. She wished she could take his hand and put it on her knee, but she was afraid he might think she was being affected by the lust curse and trying to come onto him.
Well, you are being affected by the curse—aren’t you? whispered a little voice in her head. Look at the way you were throwing yourself at him in the dressing room of all places! That’s not like you at all, Hanna. What must he think?
The little voice was right, she reflected—also, the way she was feeling wasn’t like her either. She was getting hotter and hotter, crossing and re-crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together to try and relieve some of the ache she between her legs. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was wet, and her clit felt positively swollen with need. God, what was wrong with her?
“Hanna, hold my hand,” Wraith reached for her and she was glad he had made the first move. It made things so much easier and also allowed him to become more substantial and really sit beside her instead of hovering.
Of course, no one else in the car could see him, so to everyone else on the tram, it doubtless looked like she was just sitting there with her hand cocked at an odd angle over the empty seat beside her. Not that Hanna cared.
“This is nice but aren’t you afraid that you’ll make the curse worse by touching me?” she murmured to him, trying to make a joke out of the situation.
Wraith gave her a serious look.
“No, little one. But I can tell you’re suffering.”
“What? How?” Hanna exclaimed, a little too loudly. Several of the other people on the tram—most of them older Kindred warriors and their wives—shot her questioning looks and she looked away quickly. “How?” she murmured again, more softly. “How can you tell I’m, er, having a hard time?”
“Your scent,” he said simply. “I can smell how wet and hot you’re getting.”
“You can?” Hanna hissed, looking up at him in horror. “But…but I took a bath last night and a shower this morning—you know that!”
“Who said it was a bad smell?” Wraith gave her a half-lidded look. “It’s warm and feminine and utterly delicious. It makes my mouth water to taste you, if you want to know the truth.”
“You…I…what?” Hanna murmured, her eyes going wide as she looked up at him. Because of her Gift being such a liability to her social life, she had very limited sexual experience and she’d never been with a guy who had offered to “taste” her. Though the few she had been with had definitely expected her to go the other way and give them blow jobs.
“Have you never had a male taste your pussy before?” Wraith asked, sounding surprised. “A beautiful Elite like you?”
“No.” Hanna shook her head. “Never. Uh…is that something Kindred like to do a lot?”
“Kindred males need to taste their females,” Wraith explained. “It feeds a hunger deep in our soul. And it’s one of the greatest pleasures a male can give to his female…and take for himself.”
“You, uh, really like it then? I mean, you’d want to…to do that to me?” Hanna’s heart was pounding again and somehow, she found her eyes were locked with his gold and blue mismatched gaze. The eye contact felt incredibly intimate, especially when they were talking about such a sexual subject, but somehow, she couldn’t look away.