Saved by the Beast (Kindred Tales)

Makenna was beginning to feel desperate. Should she try again to get him to help her? But what if he pushed her away? If only she could feel his skin against hers—feel him touching her—where she needed it the most!

Surreptitiously, she reached for the baggy front of the shirt he had given her to wear and tugged the front of it down. After a moment, the neckline dipped low enough to let her breasts pop out. Biting her lip and hoping Bard wouldn’t notice, Makenna pressed them against his side.

The feeling of his bare skin against her aching nipples helped…but it wasn’t enough. She needed more—needed to get closer—to feel him touching her where she was throbbing and aching for him.

Hoping he was asleep, Makenna carefully pulled up the hem of the shirt, baring her hot, needy pussy. Then she shifted against him, as though she was moving in her sleep. His sleep trousers rode low on his hips, so she was able to press her pussy against his side. That felt good, but still not quite good enough.

Restlessly, Makenna shifted against the big male body beside her again. Goddess, if only she could get even closer. She needed to rub against him—needed to feel him parting her pussy lips and stroking her little pleasure button which was crying out for his touch…

Need made her reckless. Abandoning all pretense of sleep, she threw a leg over his and rubbed shamelessly against him, grinding her heated pussy against his side as she felt herself getting wetter and hotter by the minute.

Oh Goddess, it felt so good! But if only he would touch her on purpose…

14

Okay, this fucking has to be on purpose.

Bard had been lying there, trying really, really hard to ignore the way Makenna was shifting around in her sleep. He was also wishing that he’d tried to find her something different to sleep in—preferably a gown that came up to her chin and down to her ankles.

The reason for that was the fact that somehow the loose neck of the shirt had come down, baring her breasts which were currently pressed against his side. Then, after she shifted some more, it rode up and he could feel her pussy, hot and wet, a little lower down.

The feeling of her mostly bare body against his was doing all kinds of things to his own body—forbidden things, Bard told himself. He could feel his shaft stiffening in his trousers and tenting the front of them again and he was glad the room was dark—hopefully too dark for her to see if she woke up.

I should leave, he told himself. But what reason could he give her for leaving if she woke up when he got out of bed? Sorry, sweetheart but I have to go because your soft little body is making me too damn hard and I can’t stand it any fucking longer?

Right—that wasn’t going to work. He shouldn’t—

And then she threw a leg over both of his and began blatantly grinding her hot little pussy against his side. Bard’s eyes—which had been half-lidded as he considered his options—flew wide open in the darkness. Damn it, that had to be on purpose—she couldn’t be doing it in her sleep unless she was having the most erotic dream of all time.

“Okay, baby girl, that’s enough,” he said, his voice coming out low and hoarse in the darkness. “I can’t do this anymore.”

But when he started to move away and get off the bed, Makenna clung to him, making soft little sounds of need.

“Please!” she begged, rubbing against him. “Please, Bard help Makenna! Please, Makenna needs Bard!”

Bard would have left anyway, but something stopped him—something a regular man probably wouldn’t have noticed.

It was her scent.

As a Kindred warrior, he had a nose more sensitive than a bloodhound’s and he could smell not only scents but pheromones. He also knew that certain pheromones went with certain emotions.

He had noticed earlier that she smelled like a female in heat, but had tried to discount it to himself. Now the scent of heat—of female desire—had intensified into something else—it was a need verging on desperation. Add that to the pleading tone of her voice and the way she was begging him with her eyes and he began to think that she was having an actual physical problem she needed his help with.

“All right, baby girl, all right,” he soothed, lying back down and turning towards her. “What is it? What do you need?”

She looked at him with hope in her big, dark eyes.

“Bard helps Makenna?” she asked hesitantly.

He sighed deeply, feeling a complicated mixture of guilt and desire.

“I guess so. It kind of depends on what kind of help you need, baby girl.”

It was clear she didn’t quite understand his answer—which was too wordy for her extremely limited comprehension—but she got to her knees anyway. Slipping off the nightshirt completely, she moved closer until she was leaning over him, her full breasts almost in his face.