“Have to get in deep to bond you to me, little girl,” he growled softly. “Have to be in you all the way, so I can fill you with my seed and make you mine.”
“Yes—make me yours,” Danni begged. “That’s what I want, Bravik—that’s all I want—for us to belong to each other forever!”
“Forever,” Bravik echoed softly. “Hope you still feel that way when we get home, little girl.”
Then he slipped his hand between her legs and began circling the aching bud of her clit with his thumb, sending sparks of pleasure though Danni’s entire body. At the same time, he began a slow, pumping motion with his hips which seemed to thrust his thickness even deeper into her pussy.
Danni moaned at the deep penetration, throwing her head back as she rode him to ecstasy, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders as she pumped her hips to match his rhythm. She could feel her pleasure building, growing like a tidal wave threatening to drown her. And yet, she didn’t care—she wanted to be overwhelmed—wanted to drown in the feeling of the man she loved inside her, tying the two of them together for life—or death—she honestly didn’t care which as long as Bravik never left her side.
“Gods, little girl,” he groaned. “Getting close. Can you come for me while I make love to you? Can you come all over my cock while I fill you up?”
“I…I’m close,” Danni admitted, tightening her grip on his shoulders and looking into his eyes. “So close, Bravik. Just keep…keep touching me and filling me. Don’t stop, please!”
“Won’t stop until we’re bonded,” he promised hoarsely. “Lean forward, little girl—let me kiss your neck.”
Danni leaned forward eagerly, brushing her long hair out of the way to give him clear access to the vulnerable side of her throat. She knew that he would need to bite her and inject his Essence in order to bond her to him and she wanted it desperately—wanted to feel his fangs sinking into her neck the same way his thick shaft was sinking into her pussy.
“Gods, baby—you feel so good around me,” Bravik growled hoarsely, his thumb still circling her clit as he nuzzled the side of her neck. “Can’t wait to make you mine forever.”
At that moment, Danni’s pleasure exploded and her orgasm rushed over her in a warm wave of love and need and desire as she ground herself against the big Kindred, taking him as deeply into her pussy as she could.
“Bravik!” she gasped, her body tensing all around his. “Oh God, Bravik—I’m coming! You’re making me come so hard!”
“That’s exactly what I was waiting for, little girl,” he rumbled. “Gonna come now. Gonna fill your tight little pussy with my seed.”
And then Danni felt his sharp fangs sink into her neck and a hot spurt between her thighs at the same time as the big Kindred allowed her orgasm to trigger his own.
As her inner muscles spasmed around his thick shaft, she moaned in breathless pleasure. The Essence he was pumping into her system caused another orgasm and then another and another, as spurt after spurt of his seed pumped into her pussy. It seemed to be exactly what her body needed and she cried out as she felt him filling her up.
“Bravik! Oh, God, Bravik, yes—yes!”
“Gods, little girl—love you! Love you so damn much!”
Danni was just realizing that the deep voice had come from inside her head— which must mean that she and Bravik were truly bonded—when a new voice interrupted them. A hollow voice that echoed in the huge chamber of the Mother Stone like the deep gonging of a bell.
“You must go,” it said. “The both of you must leave this place and never return again.”
Forty-Two
“What the fuck?” Brav pulled his fangs from Danielle’s throat and looked around, ready to kill the bastard who had intruded on their bonding. “Who said that?” he demanded.
Danielle was looking around as well, her eyes wide with anxiety. She was still riding him—his Mating Fist lodged firmly in her soft little pussy—and by all rights, that was exactly how things should stay for at least the next several hours. Bonding with a Kindred who had a Mating Fist was not a short process. But now she was looking around in fear, one arm covering her bare breasts and the other hand trying to hide the place they were joined.
“There!” she exclaimed, jerking her chin to the right. “Him—he said it.”
“Who?” Brav demanded. Looking in the direction she had indicated, he saw an old male. Correction—an old glowing male. His wrinkled, wizened features and ancient, stooped body were outlined in blue and he seemed to be gliding over the sands without even moving his feet.
“Is…is he some kind of a ghost?” Danielle whispered, clutching herself more tightly.
“More like a hologram—an old-style one,” Brav reassured her. He put up a hand to stop the old male in his tracks. “Get back, I’m warning you! Who are you and what are you doing here?”