Taming Two Warriors (Kindred Tales)

Vorn thought that made a lot of sense. You had to show love in a way the other person could appreciate it. Though it seemed kind of sad that humans had to be taught this principle. Kindred didn’t have to worry about finding out their partner’s love language because when you had a deep and intense mental and emotional bond to your mate, you didn’t have to ask—you just knew what they wanted or needed at any given time.

“Now, I want you to pair up with at least one other person,” Jodi told the class. “And try to find out each other’s primary and secondary love languages. Here’s a hint if you’re paired with a guy,” she went on, “Almost all of them crave physical touch, if you know what I mean.”

The class broke out into laughter and Vorn smiled himself, liking the easy way she handed herself and managed the class. Truly, she was a formidable female and fiercely intelligent too.

As the students worked, Jodi came over to where he was sitting, “auditing the class” which is what she’d told him to say if anyone asked what he was doing there.

“Well?” She raised her eyebrows, arms crossed over her full breasts. “What do you think? Are you enjoying the class?”

“Yes, I am,” Vorn said honestly. “The love languages thing is fucking interesting.” He gave her a level look. “Though I think it’s safe to say that males aren’t the only once who crave physical touch.”

Jodi flushed, her cheeks going red. But she lifted her chin and refused to look away.

“If you’re referring to my love language, don’t bother, Kindred. I have a fiancé, remember?”

“As if you’d ever let me forget,” Vorn growled. “When do I get to meet this idiot who won’t go down on you?”

“Shhh!” Jodi hissed, looking around to make sure none of her students had heard him. “I told you, you don’t get to meet him. We’re having lunch at the Panera on campus after this class but if you want to come you have to promise to stay at a different table and don’t talk to me or interfere in my conversation with James.”

“Your wish is my command, Mistress,” Vorn growled sarcastically. “The Goddess forbid I should bother you while you’re eating pastry with the male who won’t eat your pussy.”

“Stop it, will you?” Jodi snapped under her breath. “What makes you think that even matters to me? Lots of guys don’t go down. Why is it such a big deal?”

“It might not be if your primary love language was ‘words of affirmation’ or ‘thoughtful gifts,’” Vorn remarked, throwing her own lesson back at her. “But you and I both know that’s not true, sweetheart. And if you’re with a male who isn’t even trying to speak your language, then you’re with the wrong male.”

“Oh, and I suppose you would be the right male?” Jodi demanded, glaring at him.

The thought startled Vorn. He hadn’t known the curvy little Earth female for long, but she’d gotten under his skin from the first minute he’d met her and stayed there. It hadn’t occurred to him to think of Claiming Jodi as a mate because he’d gone into the situation knowing that she was taken. Now that she’d put the idea into his mind, though…

No—no way. We’d drive each other crazy! he thought. But still, the idea of Claiming her, of bonding her to him through a night of passionate sex with his shaft and mating fist buried deep in her soft pussy, suddenly filled his mind.

Not that he was about to let Jodi know that.

“I never said I was the right male for you, baby,” he rumbled. “But at least I’d go down on you and eat your sweet, creamy little pussy until you came as much as you needed to.”

“You…you…” Jodi’s cheeks went hot pink with embarrassment and Vorn gave her a slow grin.

“How do you like those words of affirmation, little girl?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

Jodi didn’t answer—she just flounced off to the other end of the lecture hall and began teaching again, pointedly ignoring him the whole time.

By the time Mid Meal rolled around, she still wasn’t talking to him so Vorn followed her silently to the dining establishment she had named and wedged himself into the human-sized booth across the restaurant from hers. That way he could be out of the way and still hear everything she said to her fiancé without actually saying anything to either one of them, though he doubted Jodi knew that.

She probably thought she was far enough to speak privately to her fiancé but Vorn knew that no matter how loud the lunch rush got or how far she was from him, he would still hear her—he was that fucking attuned to her, unfortunately.

Jodi ordered some food and then came back to the table with it and put it down—a salad for herself and some kind of soup and sandwich thing for her fiancé, wherever he was. Vorn was having a sandwich himself and it was a pretty good one, as human food went, though there wasn’t enough meat.