Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) by Evangeline Anderson Read Free Book Online Page B

help himself when he smelled her sweet scent and felt
her touch on his flesh.
    “Yes,
the way I take care of you.” Trin nodded. “You’re my responsibility, the same
way—oh!” she gasped as she unfastened his trousers and his hard shaft sprang
free.
    Thrace had
been able to keep himself from getting completely hard when she handled him
before—mostly it was the memories of his past that stopped his desire for her
from coming to fruition. But it had been days since he’d had any sexual relief
and seeing her dressed as she was and smelling her sweet scent was too much for
him. He was hard as a rock and unable to help it.
    “I’m
your responsibility the same way your other pets are. Is that right?” he
growled, finishing her sentence for her. “Only I bet none of your other pets
ever had this problem.”
    “ Is it a problem? What’s wrong?” She
looked at him uncertainly with those large, dark eyes.
    Thrace groaned. “Damnit, Trin—”
    “Captain
Trin or Mistress,” she reminded him severely.
    “I’m
not calling you Mistress because I’m not a fucking slave,” Thrace
growled. “And the problem is you’re
wearing that little nothing of a nightdress that shows all your sweet flesh and
touching me all over. How the hell am I supposed to keep from getting hard?”
    “Is
it painful?” She looked with concern at his throbbing shaft. “And are you
actually saying I caused it? How?”
    “Because
you’re fucking gorgeous ,” Thrace
exploded. “And you’re touching me with those soft little hands. I know your
people don’t have many dealings with males but that much ought to be obvious.”
    “So…you
find me attractive?” She looked disturbed. “I thought the Havoc didn’t care for
females.”
    “We
don’t bond with them—doesn’t mean we
don’t bed them.” Thrace
narrowed his eyes at her. “I haven’t been with a female in months and I can’t
even get a hand free to relieve myself. Then you come in here dressed like some
kind of a sex goddess and expect me not to react? It’s fucking torture .”
    “I…didn’t
realize.” Trin put the damp cloth back in the bowl of water and stared at his
shaft with concern. “I’m sorry, Thrace—I
had no idea you felt this way. Why didn’t you tell me before?”
    “Would
it have done any good?” he demanded.
    “I…don’t
know.” She sounded uncertain. “I’m not sure what…but you’re saying that looking
at me is what made you, uh, hard?”
    “Painfully fucking
hard,” Thrace
assured her. “You probably don’t know this but males are very visual. Seeing
your sweet creamy flesh exposed like this is more than I can stand. I can’t
stop thinking about it—about you— even
when you’re out of the room.”
    “Thinking
about me?” She sounded both disturbed
and maybe just a touch intrigued. “Thinking of doing what to me?”
    “What
do you think?” Thrace
was beyond exasperated. Could even a female who had never dealt with males
before be this oblivious? “I fantasize .
Fantasize about caressing your soft skin…tasting those ripe nipples I see
pressing against your nightdress…”
    “You—”
Trin looked down and quickly pulled her robe tighter around herself. Still Thrace
couldn’t stop.
    “I
imagine tasting you lower too. Spreading your thighs and taking my time, lapping
your pussy with my tongue until you moan and pull my hair. I want to feel your
juices all over my face…want to feel you quivering against my mouth.”
    “I…I
don’t…I wouldn’t…” She crossed her legs involuntarily.
    “And
finally,” Thrace
continued recklessly. “After you’d come all over my face half a dozen times,
I’d take you.”
    “Take
me?” She frowned. “Take me where? How do you mean?”
    “I
mean I’d fuck you. Penetrate you.” He
was hard as a rock now, nearly crazy with need as he looked at her exposed
flesh and spoke aloud what he’d been dreaming of doing for so long. But his
final words seemed to shut something