Hidden Rage: Kindred Tales

“Rub your scent all over me? You mean like pheromones?” Bobbi asked. “But how would you do that?”

“Like this.”

Lifting her arm, he started at her wrist and rubbed his mouth and cheek in a long line all the way up to her elbow. The dual sensation—soft lips and scratchy whiskers—sent a chill racing up Bobbi’s spine.

“You want to do that—to rub yourself against me—all over my…my body?” she asked, somewhat breathlessly.

Dragon nodded, his eyes blazing.

“Every night, starting with tonight. I need to Mark you as mine.” His voice had gone deep and growly again and his eyes were blazing.

Bobbi stared at him, her heart hammering in her chest. Was she about to see the creature from the alley? Or was it just Dragon, being his usual possessive self?

“You…you really think that will help to keep me safe?” she asked in a trembling voice.

He nodded firmly.

“Beyond the shadow of a doubt. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier.”

Bobbi didn’t know either…and she also had no idea how this was going to go. But he seemed really determined to do it and honestly, anything that could keep her safe and warn the Saurian males with their scaly skin and needle-sharp, predator’s teeth off her, would be a welcome relief.

“All right,” she said, nodding. “I…I guess it will be all right.”

“Good,” Dragon said and got to work at once.

He did her arms first, and then her back, telling her to lay on her stomach so he could pull down the sheet she had wrapped around herself and cover her with his scent. He started at the curves of her buttocks and rubbed against her in long, sweeping strokes that made her shiver helplessly—mainly because he wasn’t only rubbing his mouth—which presumably had scent glands around it like a cat’s—against her.

No, he wasn’t just rubbing…he was kissing too. Bobbi realized it when he paused between her shoulder blades and gave her a soft, hot kiss on the sensitive skin of her back.

“D-dragon!” she protested—but not too much. He had been known to want to kiss her all over before and he liked to spend hours kissing her mouth, too. Once she had shown him the powerful pleasure of locking lips, the big Kindred had been a quick convert to the oral arts.

The one exception had always been her inner thighs and between her legs, of course. Bobbi would allow the big Kindred to kiss her anywhere else but not there. It was too dangerous—too close to tasting, as far as she was concerned. And, up until now, Dragon had always observed her rules.

But not tonight.

“Spread your legs for me, feela,” he growled softly, looking up from his position kneeling beside the couch. “I must Mark you and spread my scent everywhere.”

“Even…even there?” Bobbi nodded down at her pussy mound, which was barely covered with the drying sheet at this point.

“Especially there,” Dragon said sternly. He shrugged. “But I can Mark your breasts first, if you like.”

Bobbi bit her lip uncertainly. She was pretty sure she knew what would happen if she let him “Mark” her breasts. The rubbing would turn to licking and the licking would turn to sucking. Which wasn’t normally a problem—she actually loved the way the big Kindred seemed to know exactly how to suck her nipples to get her all hot and bothered.

But he had never followed it up with a trip down south, so to speak. And if he got her all hot and wet…well, who knew what might happen?

“I…I guess that’s all right,” she said, though she had never been less sure of anything in her life.

“Good. Lie back and let me mark you, little one,” he commanded.

Bobbi did as he said, laying back against the fluffy cushions he had lined the couch with. She didn’t bother trying to cover her breasts, in fact, she found herself thrusting them up for him, almost offering herself to the big Kindred. What else could she do?

“Gods, I love your soft ripe mounds,” Dragon growled. He pressed his face between her breasts and she moaned and shivered as his rough cheeks made contact with her tender slopes. Then, just as she had imagined he would, the big Kindred began kissing and licking her breasts.

“Dragon,” she protested breathlessly. “Do…do you really think that’s necessary?”

“What—this?” Locking his eyes with hers, he leaned down and sucked one of her tight nipples between his lips. He drew it deeply into his mouth, making Bobbi arch her back and sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. He seemed to tease her forever—sucking hard one moment and kissing gently the next. And then he took his time with her other nipple as well, sucking and licking and Marking her thoroughly, everywhere on and around her breasts.

“Oh, God!” she gasped, when he finally let her nipple slip from between his lips. “You’re, uh, certainly being very thorough with this ‘Marking’ business.”