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)
R’orn got her into the shower first—he came in with her, actually. He washed her gently but thoroughly and when Sam tried to protest that she was capable of cleaning herself, he only shook his head and told her he wanted to care for her.
“I’m your mate, sweetheart—mates take care of each other. Please, just let me do this,” he murmured through their link.
It wasn’t easy for Sam—she was kind of a control freak and used to taking care of herself. But she could feel how much the big Kindred wanted to do this for her. So in the end, she held still and let him wash her everywhere—even between her thighs, where she was the most tender.
R’orn was especially careful when he knelt before her and washed her there, using just his fingers and taking things very gently as he rinsed away the seed his Beast had pumped into her the night before.
Afterwards, he dried her thoroughly and then laid her in the center of the big bed.
“What…what are you doing?” Sam asked, as he got between her thighs and put her legs over his shoulders.
“Healing you.” R’orn looked up. “My kind of Kindred is able to make healing compounds for his mate—much like the Blood Kindred do.”
“But…well…I mean—” Sam began to protest.
“This isn’t sexual,” R’orn interrupted her sternly. “And it’s not going to lead to anything else. This is just me trying to make up for what I did to you last night, baby—trying to fix the damage my Beast caused.”
“Well…all right,” Sam agreed. She knew how much he loved to taste her, but she hadn’t had any idea that he could heal her this way.
“Good. Now just relax and hold still,” R’orn commanded, his golden eyes flashing. “Be a good girl for me, Samantha—I just want to heal you.”
There was something about his dominant tone that did funny things to Sam’s insides but she tried to do as he said and just relax, as the big Kindred ducked his head and began to bathe her pussy with long, slow licks of his tongue.
He started with her outer lips, which Sam had to admit felt wonderful. But after awhile, he looked up at her.
“Are you ready for me to heal you inside now, baby?” he murmured. “Ready to let me spread you open and heal your inner pussy?”
Sam’s heart skipped a beat and there were suddenly butterflies in her stomach.
“I…I guess so,” she whispered. “If…if you’re careful.”
“I swear to always be careful with you from now on,” he promised. “Just relax sweetheart, and let me heal you inside.”
Then he carefully spread her outer pussy lips with his thumbs and ducked down again to begin lapping her inner folds with long, slow strokes of his tongue.
It stung just a little at first, especially when he circled the mouth of her pussy and dipped inside with his tongue, healing the area where the huge knot had spread her so wide the night before. Sam whimpered and shifted her hips but R’orn looked up with a stern expression.
“No, Samantha,” he said firmly. “You have to be a good girl and lie still.”
“I…I’m trying,” she whispered. Again, his dominant tone seemed to send butterflies through her, but she did her best not to move.
R’orn finished healing the inner walls of her pussy and then went back to lapping her tender folds, dragging his tongue up and over her clit over and over slowly and gently.
Sam bit her lip. It felt as though her new mate’s touch was starting a gentle fire in her belly—a fire that was spreading through her entire body. Her nipples were tight with desire and her clit was throbbing. It was getting harder and harder to be still!
She knew that R’orn’s only intention was to heal her, but she was getting closer and closer to orgasm and she didn’t know if he would be upset with her if she came. After all, she wasn’t one to just lie there when the pleasure hit her—she always had to move. Also, he had said specifically that this wasn’t sexual—would he be upset with her for taking it that way?
At last she was nearly panting from the slow, gentle pleasure he was building inside her with his long, leisurely licks. Her hands were fisted in the bedspread on either side of her and her core felt as tight as a wire.
“What is it, sweetheart?” R’orn looked up, speaking through their link though he never stopped licking her. “I can feel how tense you’re getting. What’s wrong—don’t you feel better?”
“I…I feel more than better,” Sam panted out loud. “R’orn, I know you said this isn’t sexual and I’m not supposed to move, but I can’t help myself—I think I’m going to…going to come if you keep this up!”
“Hmm, so you’re going to be a naughty girl?” he murmured, raising an eyebrow at her as he continued to lap her pussy.