Burning for Love (Kindred Tales)

“James, please,” she whispered, shifting her hips. “Please…pull it out of me. Can you?”

“I think I can,” James said doubtfully. “But I am afraid it might hurt you to remove it.”

“Just get it out,” Ka’rissa pleaded. “Please—I just want the awful thing out of me!”

“All right.” James took a firm grip on the short metal handle. “I want you to take a deep breath and then blow it out when I tell you to. At the same time, I want you to try and let your body go limp. Don’t tense up—that will only make it harder. Just try to relax. Do you understand?”

Ka’rissa nodded.

“Yes. I’ll do my best.”

“You’ll be fine,” James assured her, hoping he was telling the truth. “All right, are you ready? Good, then take a deep breath…and blow it all out.”

As she exhaled he gripped the metal phallus she had called “the plug” firmly and pulled the thick, cruel thing out of her.

Ka’rissa cried out as it finally slipped from her channel and tears leaked from her eyes again. Tears that steamed when they touched her hot cheeks, James saw with concern. Clearly her heightened emotions were causing her Heat to rise again.

“It’s all right, now sweetheart. It’s all over now,” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “You were so brave—I am so very proud of you!”

He took a moment to examine the thing he had removed from her. It was shaped rather like a spear with four ridged, blunt blades and it bulged out in the middle, becoming so broad at its widest point that he wondered how in the world it had been put into her soft, virginal pussy in the first place.

“It feels so good to have it out of me,” she whispered to him. “But, oh James—I am so sore.”

“Of course you are, sweetheart.” Gently, he spread her thighs and examined the bruised and reddened area between her legs. She looked like someone had beaten her inside and out—what she needed was healing.

Should he take her to the Med Center? But at the thought of someone else examining her, touching her, a wave of possessiveness swept over him. No Med Center then—but how could he help her?

As the question entered his mind, his body acted on it at once. As he had once before, he felt fangs growing in his mouth as his Blood Kindred DNA came to the forefront. And then, for the first time, he tasted the slightly sweet flavor of Essence.

Essence was the pale blue liquid exuded from a Blood Kindred’s fangs which allowed him to heal his mate. The moment James tasted it, he knew what he had to do.

It was something he had been longing to do from the first moment he had met her.

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Rissa couldn’t believe how much she still hurt, even though James had pulled the awful plug out of her. She ached inside—a deep, grinding ache that made her feel battered and bruised and so tender she could barely stand to move. Yet, move she must—her hips twitched restlessly as she sought to ease the ache.

“Hold still, sweetheart.” James was still kneeling over her as she lay in the middle of the big bed with her filmy white peignoir pulled up to her waist. He put his big, cool hands gently on her hips, as though to keep her from moving. “I’m going to help you feel better,” he told her.

“You are?” Rissa felt her eyes widen. “How, James? Do you have some kind of Kindred medicine?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. Though, probably not the kind you think.”

He took a breath and looked into her eyes. “Ka’rissa, I’m going to heal you with my mouth. My mouth and my tongue.”

She shook her head.

“I…do not understand.”

Briefly, he explained about his Blood Kindred DNA and how that kind of Kindred produced healing compounds with his mouth and fangs.

“So…you’ll lick me?” Rissa whispered. She nibbled her lower lip. Somehow, despite everything they had been through and done together, this act still felt forbidden. Also, did he really want to do this? It was certainly something that Lady Mildew—and probably most of the Court—would consider a “dirty” act.

James seemed to see the questions and doubts in her eyes, because he leaned over and stroked her cheek gently.

“Ask,” he murmured. “Whatever you’re wondering, go ahead and ask me, sweetheart.”

The gentle way he talked to her—so natural and human and not robotic at all now—gave Rissa the courage to do as he said.

“James,” she whispered. “I appreciate you wanting to heal me. But, well…are you sure you want to…to lick me there?”

“Princess,” he growled softly. “If you know anything about Kindred, you’ll know I have wanted to lick your sweet pussy almost from the first moment I met you. It’s not just that we desire to taste our mates—it’s a biological need.” He stroked her cheek. “Though of course, right now, what I need most is to heal you. Please, Ka’rissa—let me do it. Let me heal your soft little pussy.”