Hidden Rage: Kindred Tales

She lay open on the couch like an unwrapped present, purring with pleasure as Dragon ran his big, warm hands over her body—exploring her, Claiming her all over again. And when the big Kindred once more dipped his head to lick between her thighs, she welcomed him in, stroking his hair as he lapped her much more gently this time, giving her almost a long, extended kiss until she came again for him with his name on her lips and her heart pounding.

She was his, Bobbi admitted to herself. She was owned by the big Kindred now, in almost every way.

The question was—would she ever be free again?

49

The next morning Bobbi woke up feeling amazingly good. She yawned and stretched, reaching for Dragon…only to find his side of the sleeping pit was empty.

“Hey, Dragon? Where are you?” she called sleepily, looking around. They had been up late, pleasuring each other—though mostly it was Dragon pleasuring her since he couldn’t seem to get enough of tasting her pussy. Kat’s remark about Kindred loving to go down like curvy girls loved chocolate cake had occurred to Bobbi more than once, as she welcomed him between her thighs and moaned as he explored her over and over.

All in all, it had been a late night and she was surprised he was up early. The glows in the corners of the room were still dim, meaning that morning wasn’t far advanced yet.

“Here I am.” He looked over the lip of the sleeping pit and smiled at her. “Are you ready to get up, sleepy head?”

Bobbi smiled at the tender little nickname coming from his lips. He was so big and tough looking she was certain none of his crew would believe he could be so sweet and gentle when it suited him.

“I’m ready,” she said, holding up her arms like a little girl asking to be picked up. “Why are you up so early?”

“I just have a few things to tend to before First Meal,” Dragon told her as he picked her up and set her back down outside the pit. He frowned slightly. “And I couldn’t sleep anymore—I kept dreaming.”

“Were you having that dream about those people again?” Bobbi guessed as she wrapped a fur blanket around herself and settled on the couch. “The Kindred couple we both saw when we shared that dream the first night after you took me from Avria Pentaura?”

She almost said “the first night we were together,” but the fact remained that they were together only because he had kidnapped her. She didn’t want to lose sight of that, no matter how much she was beginning to care for the big Kindred.

“As a matter of fact, I was. I…dream of them almost every night,” Dragon admitted in a low voice. “And every time I dream of them, the dreams get clearer and clearer. The place they’re in, for instance, it has wall tiles that are two different colors.”

“The tiles near the ceiling are blue and they shade down to purple near the floor, right?” Bobbi asked.

He gave her a surprised look.

“Well, yes. How did you know?”

“I’ve been dreaming of them, too,” Bobbi told him. “Not every night, but pretty often. And you’re right, the dreams are getting more vivid.”

“I almost feel like I know them,” Dragon murmured. “Or like I knew them a long time ago.”

“Dragon, do you think…” Bobbi began and then stopped, biting her lip.

He frowned. “Go on. Do I think what?”

“Well, do you think maybe you did know them?” Bobbi asked softly. “I mean, you told me your parents were killed here and that you don’t remember them at all. But the place they’re staying in the dreams looks like a Saurian building. I mean, with all the tiles inside and the way the furniture is shaped. Do you think…” She cleared her throat, trying to be delicate. “Do you think the people we’re dreaming of might actually be your parents? And you might be Tolor, their little boy?”

“Gods…” Dragon got a startled look on his face and sank heavily onto the couch beside her. “Gods,” he muttered again.

“I mean, maybe I’m wrong,” Bobbi said quickly, but he shook his head.

“No. No, you’re right. I see it now—I just wonder that I didn’t before.” He ran a hand through his hair. “What made me remember?”

“Maybe seeing another mammalian—seeing me,” Bobbi suggested.

“You could be right.” Dragon gave her a guarded look. “You’ve awakened a lot of things inside me, Bobbi. More than you know. And memories of my past aren’t the strangest by far.”

Bobbi held her breath for a moment. Did she dare? Yes, she decided, she had to go for it.

“Are…are you talking about what I saw in the alley yesterday?” she asked carefully. “The…the thing that was you and wasn’t you at the same time?”