Blood Bond by Kit Tunstall Read Free Book Online

and his cock
spasmed. Instinctively, she put her mouth around him and resumed sucking,
enjoying the way his cock convulsed in her mouth. She could feel his muscles
bunch and swore his cock hardened further, as he neared climax. In seconds, he
was coming, sending hot spurts of satisfaction into her mouth. She swallowed as
quickly as possible, but some trailed down her chin.
    She kept her mouth around him until his
cock began to soften. Finally, Starr lifted her head and shot a glance at
Sorin, to gage his pleasure. He had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily.
    She turned her head when Lucian stopped
kissing her shoulder.
    Sorin’s tone was gruff when he said,
“You’re a natural, Starr.”
    She smiled at Lucian. “I had a good
teacher.” Starr discreetly wiped her mouth and flexed her jaw muscles. Sorin
was more than a mouthful. As Sorin turned onto his side and patted the bed, she
scooted up and cuddled against him. She was aware of Lucian removing the plug
from her buttocks before he nestled behind her. He put his arm around her, and
his hand rested on Sorin’s hip.
    Starr draped her arm across Sorin’s waist
and placed her hand on Lucian’s. Her body still thrummed with desire, but
pleasant exhaustion was flooding her. She found it impossible to keep her eyes
open. A yawn escaped her, and she cuddled just a bit closer to Sorin. Lucian
followed the movement.
    Curled together, they slept.
     
     
    Starr couldn’t remember sleeping better in
her life, which made the nightmare particularly horrifying.
    She was lying in bed, but not the one she
shared with Sorin and Lucian. In the vision, she was bound somehow to the bed,
but not by any physical means. As she watched with wide-eyed terror, a glint of
silver flashed above her. As the silver descended, the moon shining through the
window reflected off something sharp…
    She awoke with a scream trapped in her
throat, and her heart racing in her ears. It took Starr a second to realize she
was no longer in the dream, but back safely in the cabin. She frowned,
wondering if the nightmare had just been a dream, or if it was actually a
vision. She had always required an herbal concoction, incense, and meditation
to induce visions in the past.
    Could it be that her powers were
increasing? She knew Ylenia had been adept at tuning into visions without the
aids Starr used, and had often received messages in her dreams.
    But what did it mean? Was it a message,
heralding someone was going to stab her, or was it allegorical? Did it symbolize
her betraying Corsova, in effect stabbing the Protector in the back?
    Starr’s attention wavered from the dream
when the bed dipped. She turned her head to find Sorin watching her. She curled
closer, while grasping Lucian’s hand. She couldn’t hide her anxiety, but they
must have misinterpreted the cause of it, not being privy to her vision.
    “Please don’t regret what happened,” said
Lucian, sounding mournful.
    “We have done nothing wrong,” Sorin said
quickly. “This was meant to be.”
    “Everything will be fine. It will work out.
You must believe that, dragostia ,” Lucian added.
    She shook her head and tried to hide the
lingering disquiet from the nightmare. It didn’t seem like the right time to
burden them with the vision, especially since it was probably nothing more than
a manifestation of her anxiety over having given in to her needs.
    It was difficult to meet their eyes.
Shyness welled inside her, and she looked down. Memories of the night they had
spent together flooded her mind, reminding her of just how uninhibited she had
been. She wondered what they thought of her this morning. “It was meant
to be, and I don’t regret what we did,” she whispered. It was true she didn’t
regret making love with them, but she couldn’t help dreading the consequences.
    Lucian stroked her hip, while Sorin’s
fingers gently turned her face up to meet him. Before Starr could feel
disconcerted by his gaze, he brushed his lips