Hidden Rage: Kindred Tales

The thought brought tears to her eyes. She had gone out looking for adventure, but this was more than she had bargained for. For the first time since she had been dropped off by the Kindred shuttle on Avria Pentaura, she just wanted to go home. She—

Suddenly a big hand was rolling her over and glowing bronze eyes were looking into her own.

“All right—that’s it. You’re going to freeze if I don’t warm you up,” Dragon growled in the darkness.

“W-wait! Wh-what are y-you—” she began, but before she could finish the question, he had unrolled her from the blanket and stripped the silky shirt off her head, leaving her completely naked. Then, before Bobbi could protest, he pulled her right up against his broad, bare chest and wrapped his long, muscular arms around her.

“H-h-hey!” she exclaimed, wiggling against him. “Y-you c-can’t just—”

“Be quiet,” he growled. “I can and I will—you’re freezing and your teeth are chattering. You’re clearly too delicate for Saurous.”

“Well, m-maybe you sh-should have thought of th-that before you k-k-kidnapped me,” she shot back, her teeth still chattering, despite all she could do to stop them.

“Quiet,” he commanded again. “I brought you here to keep you safe. There are worse ways to die than freezing to death, you know. Not that I’m going to let you freeze,” he continued and began rubbing her back and shoulders briskly with his big, warm hands.

Bobbi wanted to protest some more, but she had to admit, he was warming her up. He put out heat like a furnace and he didn’t seem to mind when she pressed her cold face to his chest, even though the tip of her nose felt like an ice cube.

She inhaled deeply, noticing the warm, spicy scent of his skin again. God, he smelled good! She shouldn’t notice that—or care about it—but she couldn’t seem to help herself. She took in another deep breath—the dark, spicy scent reminded her of campfires in a forest at night. It was making her feel slightly dizzy but also much warmer than before.

His hands on her back and arms and shoulders were working wonders, too. She could feel the life returning to her numb limbs as he rubbed them. Soon, she was feeling better—her body stopped shaking and her teeth stopped chattering. By the time Dragon pulled the patchwork fur blanket over both of them again, she was getting almost toasty.

“Better?” he rumbled, his deep voice seeming to vibrate her whole body because they were pressed so closely together. Well, their top parts, anyway. Bobbi still had her knees partially up, so though her breasts were pressed against him, she was avoiding contact with anything lower.

“My fingers are still cold,” she said, which was true.

“Let me see them.”

Big, warm hands enfolded her own—his were so much larger than hers, Bobbi almost felt like a child. Dragon bent down and breathed softly on her icy fingertips. His breath was warm and smelled faintly of some exotic spice she couldn’t name. Cinnamon? Cloves? Cardamom? It was a little like all of them, but not exactly like any of them somehow.

“Better now?” he asked after several breaths and rubbing her hands between his own.

“I…I think so,” she said cautiously. “You can let go of me now,” she added, feeling awkward. “So we can, er, sleep apart.”

“So you can start freezing all over again? I don’t think so,” Dragon growled, pulling her closer.

“But you can’t expect me to sleep like this!” Bobbi complained. Her bare breasts were pressed against the broad planes of his chest, which was awkward to say the least, since they barely knew each other.

“Here…” He turned her over on her side, so that her back was to his front. Then he draped one heavy arm over her to draw her close. “Maybe you’ll like this better.”

“I do not like it bett—Hey!” Bobby exclaimed, jerking when something hot and hard poked her in the ass. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Sorry,” he growled. “Can’t help it when you’re so close.”

“Then let me go!” she protested.

“Not a chance.” Dragon’s deep voice was flat in the darkness. “But here…” He shifted his hips back considerately, so that the hard length of his enormous shaft—which Bobbi had been eyeing nervously earlier while he undressed—was no longer poking her. “Better?” he asked again.

“I guess so,” she grumbled. She was still tucked neatly against him—the tiny spoon to his huge spoon—but at least his dick wasn’t poking her in the ass anymore. “Just keep your distance,” she warned him, though it wasn’t like she could do anything if he decided not to. She was helpless in his arms—he was so much bigger than her, what possible recourse did she have if he tried something? Still, she wasn’t about to show weakness if she could help it. “I mean it—keep some space between us,” she said sternly.