Hidden Rage: Kindred Tales

“I will unless you start shivering again,” he told her. “If your temperature starts going down, I’m bringing you in close and you’ll just have to deal with it, feela.”

Bobbi wanted to protest or try to wriggle away from him—but her body didn’t want to do it. Not just because he was keeping her warm—because of that warm, hypnotic scent that seemed to hang around him like a cloud of pheromones.

Maybe he is putting out pheromones, Bobbi thought sleepily. Hadn’t she heard something aboard the Mother Ship about Kindred using their scent to attract their mates? But wasn’t that after they were already Joined? Or was it before? She couldn’t remember—she only knew that the big Kindred’s warm, spicy scent drew her like a magnet and though she tried to make herself move further away, her body literally refused. In fact, if anything, she wanted to snuggle closer.

She stopped herself from doing so with an effort, reminding herself that she hardly knew the big Kindred holding her so close. This ought to be beyond awkward and yet…somehow…it wasn’t. It felt almost…almost right. Which was a crazy thing to think. What woman in her right mind would want to be pressed naked against her equally naked kidnapper—no matter how big and handsome he was?

Do I have Stockholm syndrome? Bobbi asked herself. What’s wrong with me, wanting to be close to him and let him touch me like this?

She had no answers. She only knew that being pressed naked against the big Kindred’s muscular body made her want to get even closer, rather than running away like she ought to. It was crazy and wrong…but that was just the way it was.

Worry about it tomorrow, she told herself. At least he’s not trying anything. For tonight, just get some rest and you can think about ways to escape when you wake up.

So thinking, she finally drifted off to sleep.

17

Dragon fell asleep worrying about the little feela in his arms. She as so small and delicate—so obviously unsuited for the cold. How could he keep her warm when he wasn’t with her? He had duties to perform, of course—the rival Clans would have no fear of the Crimson Blades if he and his crew weren’t patrolling the borders of their territory.

He had planned to leave her locked in his rooms during these times—it should be safe enough because he and Zerlix were on the same crew and so would always be together. He could keep an eye on his Big Brother and make certain the Saurian male wasn’t trying to sneak back to the family compound to get to Bobbi.

But what good would it do to keep Zerlix away from her if she was freezing to death without Dragon there to hold her and keep her warm?

How can I keep her safe and warm? How can I protect her from the cold and from Zerlix and still do my duties all at the same time? he wondered uneasily.

Now that he was holding her close, he felt even more protective of her—more unwilling than ever to let her go or give her up. She felt so right in his arms with her soft, curvy body pressed against his own much larger form. And her sweet, feminine fragrance seemed to do things to him—things the sour stench of the Saurian Pleasure Girls never had.

She makes my body react like none of them ever did, Dragon admitted to himself. Was it just because she was mammalian or because she had such a wild, exotic beauty? Or maybe it was her feisty temper, which he liked. Saurian women were typically too frightened and submissive to do anything but accept what was done to them but this girl—his little feela—rose up and declared her defiance. She fought him every step of the way…which only made Dragon want her more.

She made his shaft hard, too—her big, soft breasts, ripe nipples, and wide, curving hips affected him as the flat chests and scaly hides of Saurian females never had. The soft, pouting outer lips of her sex—her pussy, he thought—because she had more than just a vaginal slit—were lovely. He only wished that he could see more…explore her with his tongue and fingers…

I want to bring her pleasure, he thought, drawing her a little closer to his chest. She protested sleepily, but didn’t try to pull away. I want to touch her and taste her…explore her and own her. I’ve never had those desires before.

All this time he’d believed himself to be asexual but that wasn’t true at all. He had just been waiting for the right female—for the little feela—to come along…to awaken him so that he could Claim her forever…

She is MINE, a dark, wild voice whispered inside him. I will wrap her in my wings and keep her safe from any who dares to touch her—MINE!