Hidden Rage: Kindred Tales

If he had ever had a doubt about keeping her, it was erased from his mind in that instant. He was never letting her go, Dragon told himself as he watched her moaning and writhing on his lap, her red hair wild and silky around her shoulders and her eyes squeezed shut with a passion so deep it was almost pain.

He was never going to release the little feela—she was going to be his forever.

35

Bobbi didn’t think she’d ever had such a passionate sexual experience in her life. Looking into the big Kindred’s eyes and moaning his name while he made her come was almost too much—too intense for her. It was next-level pleasure, especially compared with her ex, who had wanted to do everything in the dark and then had rolled over and gone to sleep directly afterwards.

The orgasms that ripped through her were likewise incredibly strong and intense. Was it because she was so damn attracted to him? Because yes, she really was, even though she’d been trying to ignore it, she admitted to herself. Yes, he was her kidnapper and yes, she had only let him touch her out of necessity. But the feelings between them when they got intimate were electric and she didn’t think it was just because of the drug she’d been given.

His hands on my body feel so good…so right, she thought, as she rubbed against him desperately. And for someone who had never touched a mammalian female before, Dragon was certainly a quick learner. Kat had told her that Kindred seemed to have some kind of sixth sense about how to bring a woman pleasure, but Bobbi hadn’t credited it much. Now, she believed whole heartedly that her friend had been right.

Her ex-fiancé hadn’t been able to find her clit with two hands and map, as the saying went. And when he did find it, he was too rough and seemed to touch her the wrong way at least ninety percent of the time.

Dragon, on the other hand, had found his way to the magic spot on his very first try with no trouble at all. And once there, he seemed to know just how to touch her to bring her the maximum amount of pleasure. His fingertips against her heated flesh weren’t too rough—he seemed to understand how sensitive she was there, how little it took to get her where she needed to go.

Bobbi appreciated that immensely. It meant she was free to just sit back and enjoy herself without having to keep directing him or trying to help him get it right. He just seemed to know exactly what to do to make her come—and come she had—so hard she’d seen stars and fireworks exploding in front of her eyes.

And now, as the pleasure faded and her heart—which had been galloping in her chest—began to slow, she let herself collapse against him.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, slumping forward and laying her head on his broad shoulder. “That was…so intense.”

“Was it enough?” His deep, rumbling voice still sounded worried. “Did the orgasm help you?”

“That wasn’t so much an…an orgasm as a whole-body meltdown,” Bobbi panted. She was aware that his long fingers were still inside her, but she couldn’t move at the moment—she was too spent. Also, he smelled really good and she always had the urge to cuddle after sex. She snuggled closer. “For a beginner, you’re really good at that,” she murmured, rubbing her cheek against his chest.

“I only did what you told me to,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but you did it so well,” Bobbi sighed happily. “Mmm, and you’re so big and warm…” She turned her face up to see that he was looking down at her. “Sorry—do you mind me doing this?” she asked. “I, uh, tend to get cuddly after sex.”

“Do I mind? Of course not.”

As though to prove it, he put his free arm around her and drew her close to his chest, which felt amazing.

Bobbi sighed happily and snuggled even closer. She was aware that she probably shouldn’t be doing this—snuggling with her kidnapper, that was—but she couldn’t seem to help it. Didn’t want to help it, if she was honest with herself. It felt wonderful to be held in his big, muscular arms and cuddle with him after he’d just given her two such intense orgasms.

“I suppose you should, uh, take your fingers out of me,” she murmured, shifting around in his lap a little bit. She was aware that under other circumstances she would be embarrassed right now, but the post-sex haze was still fogging her brain and she just felt too good to let herself get upset. She just wanted to melt against his big, warm, hard body and let her brain simmer in the feel-good chemicals the orgasms had released.

“Suppose I should,” Dragon murmured. Slowly, he withdrew his long fingers. They were glistening with her juices and he surprised her by popping them into his mouth.