Bonded by Accident

Surprising herself, she reached up on tiptoes and pulled him in for a kiss. Their lips met and the big Kindred kissed her back hungrily, devouring her mouth as his hands roamed over her body from her hair to her breasts, to her hips to her ass which he squeezed possessively as he pulled her tight against him. The rock-hard bulge that branded her belly through their clothing left little doubt that he truly was in need.

He’s got fangs, Brandi thought to herself as she felt the sharp little points with the tip of her tongue. He must be a Blood Kindred. I wonder if he’s going to bite me?

The thought held a tiny zing of fear which only fed her excitement. God, she was so hungry for this! Hungry to be with a man again—even a stranger.

But he doesn’t feel like a stranger, insisted a little voice inside her head. I feel like I know him. Where have I seen him before?

Brandi didn’t know and didn’t care. The fact was, she somehow felt more comfortable with this massive alien male than she had with any of the guys she’d tried dating in the past three years. Being with him just felt right somehow in a way she couldn’t explain or deny.

All she knew was that she wanted him—needed him—and he seemed to need her too.

“Gods, baby, your mouth is so sweet,” he groaned in her ear when they finally broke the kiss. “Wanna suck your sweet nipples too. Take off your shirt and let me see them.”

Brandi fumbled with her stretchy pink blouse—a nice one she’d bought on sale the last time her tax returns had come in. She hadn’t had much call to wear it until now but she was glad she’d put it on this morning—it was easy to get off.

The shirt came over her head, leaving only her lacy white bra in the way. The big Kindred was in such urgent need he didn’t even wait for her to take it off. He simply pulled the straps off her shoulders and peeled the white lace down, baring her breasts.

Then, for some reason, he stopped.

“Gods…” he murmured, just looking.

He was staring at Brandi’s bare breasts in a way that made her nervous. Did he not like what he saw? Her nipples were too big and puffy, she thought uneasily. She’d always believed so—it had made her self-conscious when she had to change for gym class in school so she always tried to hide them. They—

“Look at how beautiful you are, baby.” The big Kindred interrupted her worried thoughts in a hushed, almost reverent voice. “Look at these sweet, suckable nipples.”

He traced a line with one fingertip around the wide pink band of her areola and Brandi couldn’t hold back a moan.

“You like that?” He looked at her, his mismatched eyes glowing with desire as he pinched her tight pink nub, sending sparks of desire through her entire body and making her moan again. “You like to have your nipples played with, baby?”

As a matter of fact, Brandi did—although she would have been embarrassed to admit it under other circumstances. But it suddenly occurred to her that she was pretending to be a sex robot—she could act as kinky and horny as she wanted.

“Yes,” she whispered, covering his big hand with her own. “Yes, I love to have my nipples played with…and sucked.”

His eyes were half-lidded with desire, the gold and green burning into her.

“I think I can help you with that,” he rumbled. “Let’s go sit on the bed and get more comfortable.”

Brandi let him lead her to the bed but before he sat down, she put out a hand to stop him.

“Wait—your shirt. Take it off,” she demanded.

He was wearing a satiny dark green shirt that brought out his eyes, which widened slightly at her words.

“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” he growled. “I fucking love that. Okay, baby—I’ll strip for you.”

Rapidly, he unbuttoned the green shirt and slid it off, revealing the most mouthwatering chest Brandi had ever seen in her life.

Oh my God, he looks like something out of a superhero movie! His pecs were hard and his abs were chiseled—not to mention his biceps were huge.

“Wow…” Brandi breathed, reaching out to touch him.

He rumbled a laugh. “Sounds like you like my chest almost as much as I like yours, baby. Come on—I want to suck those sweet, puffy nipples of yours.”

Before she knew it, Brandi found herself on the bed with him, lying on her back with the big Kindred bending over her. Taking her breasts in his hands, he rubbed his rough cheeks against them, like a cat marking its territory. A low, rumbling groan came from his broad chest.

“I’ve been dreaming about these,” he growled and then leaned forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth.