Taming Two Warriors (Kindred Tales)

For Melli, it was like a slow re-awakening of her entire body. After the attack, she had felt as though the sexual side of her was dead—that Jason Sykes had killed it on that one awful night and she would never feel any kind of sexual desire again. But Liosh was showing her that the part of her that craved sex wasn’t dead—it had only been deeply asleep. And slowly…patiently…he was waking it up.

It started with the kissing. His mouth tasted faintly like spearmint, Melli thought—which happened to be one of her favorite flavors. Maybe it was his essence she was tasting—the pale blue liquid which came from his fangs that his body made just for her.

It was like his scent—fresh and clean and yet warm and comforting, too. She loved it—loved tasting him while he tasted her, their mouths meshing and tongues entwining. Liosh kissed her and touched her as though she was precious—priceless—and he never went further than she wanted or pushed for more than she was ready to give.

The way he treated her made Melinda feel not just loved but cherished—protected and cared for in a way she had never been before, not even as a child. And little by little, she began to want more.

After they had been kissing for a while, she had begun to want him to touch her. Not under her clothes—not yet—but Liosh seemed to understand that. For when she moved one of his big hands to cup her breast, he stroked her lightly over her t-shirt, stimulating her nipple gently through the thin cotton of her shirt and the material of her bra, making Melinda arch against him as the surprising sensations of sexual pleasure that had been so-long absent from her body began to return.

The next night she hadn’t worn a bra at all and when she invited Liosh’s big hands to go roving, the sensation of his warm fingers sliding around her sensitive tips with nothing but the thin, worn cotton between them made her gasp in pleasure. He had done that for what seemed like hours, slowly stroking her nipples as he kissed her deeply, until Melli was practically writhing in his lap in pleasure and need.

God, it felt so good to be touched like that—caressed and pleasured so slowly and carefully! It was almost as though Liosh knew exactly what speed she needed to go sexually and kept himself strictly in line to avoid frightening or triggering her.

When he had first proposed trying to heal her, Melli had assumed he meant to try immediately, and she had been rather dreading the frightening intimacy of his mouth between her legs.

Now, she found she was looking forward to it.

Only the night before, they had been talking about it as Melli got used to the idea of letting him taste her.

“Tell me,” she’d asked, after they had been kissing while Liosh slowly stroked her nipples through her t-shirt. “How are you going to, er, heal me without uh, cutting me with your fangs? I mean, not that you won’t be careful, I’m sure, but they seem so long and sharp and that’s kind of a delicate area.”

In fact, she knew how long and sharp they were—she had been tracing them with her tongue only a moment before—a dangerous but extremely pleasurable pastime.

Liosh had given her a smile.

“Don’t you believe I can be careful with my fangs by now, Talli? Maybe you need a demonstration.”

“A demonstration?” Melli’s breath seemed to catch in her throat and she felt a little surge of anticipatory pleasure. “What…what exactly do you mean?”

“Well, maybe I can show you how gentle I can be with certain…delicate areas,” Liosh suggested.

“What…what areas?” She was a little afraid—but a lot intrigued. Was he finally going to try healing her now?

“Not where you’re thinking—not yet,” Liosh had told her, making her feel both relieved and disappointed. “But what about if I kissed you here?”

His long fingers had traced the hard point of her right nipple, a questioning look in his eyes.

Melli had trembled with need under his touch but she knew she finally felt ready to feel his tongue on her.

“Yes,” she whispered and she had lifted her shirt and taken it off, baring her breasts for him.

Liosh’s pale blue eyes went half-lidded as he drank in the sight of her sitting topless in his lap.

“Gods, Talli, your breasts are so beautiful,” he said hoarsely. “Thank you for trusting me enough to bare them.”

“You…you’re welcome.” Melli had smiled at him tentatively. After the attack she had felt ugly…disgusting. But the way Liosh looked at her made her feel like a goddess—beautiful…desirable…worthy of worship.

And that was exactly what he had proceeded to do. Slowly, gently, he had worshiped her breasts with his mouth, lapping carefully around the hard points of her nipples, drawing out her pleasure until she was panting and moaning before finally sucking the ripe peaks into his mouth. And though Melli felt the sharp points of his fangs bracketing each tender peak as he sucked and pleasured her, Liosh had never once even scratched her.