“Why did you do that?” she asked, frowning a little.
He finished licking his fingers clean and she saw that his eyes were half-lidded again.
“Wanted to taste you,” he said hoarsely. “Gods your juices are sweet, little one.”
Bobbi felt her cheeks heating in a blush and she remembered what Kat had told her about how Kindred males loved going down. They crave it like us curvy girls crave chocolate cake! she’d said, giggling. Could it be that she was right?
“Thank you,” Bobbi murmured, trying to push the thought out of her mind. She’d never had very good results with that particular sex act. “Um…and thanks for helping me, er, come too,” she added.
“Did it work?” Dragon looked at her intently. “Show me your hands.”
Bobbi lifted a hand—her left one—to let him see it. To her relief, the red stain of the aphrodisiac drug had faded from her fingers, leaving them looking normal again.
“Looks good—don’t you think?” she asked, looking up at him. “I don’t see any more red anywhere.”
“It does look good,” he agreed, but he didn’t sound completely convinced, Bobbi thought.
She frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well…it’s just that sometimes it takes a while for the drug to work its way out of your system,” he told her. “So if you start feeling the need to come again…”
“I know where to find you,” Bobbi murmured drowsily. She shivered a little and pressed closer to him. “Is it getting colder in here?”
“Not yet but it will be soon, when the room chills for the night.” He looked at her anxiously. “I think I’d better give you some more of my blood before we go to sleep.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Bobbi yawned. It had been a long, fraught day and the two intense orgasms had relaxed her completely. She thought she would have agreed to almost anything at this point.
“Come on.” Dragon rose, holding her against him.
“’Kay.” Bobbi wrapped her legs around his trim waist and her arms around his neck. She pressed her face to the side of his throat, breathing in his warm, spicy aroma.
She dimly remembered telling herself at the beginning of all this that she would let him help her come and then get away from him as quickly as possible. But she couldn’t seem to summon the strength to do that now. It felt too good to be held in his arms—too right to be close to him—to try to escape now.
I probably wouldn’t even put up much of a fight if he actually tried to breed me, she thought sleepily. In fact, she could imagine herself opening her thighs for the big Kindred and welcoming his thick shaft into her slippery pussy. The pleasure he’d given her had gotten her all warmed up and ready for him. And think how delicious it would feel to have that big, thick shaft inside her…
Then she realized what she was thinking.
Don’t forget about Bonding Sex, whispered a warning little voice in her head. Don’t forget about being stuck here forever if you let him do that to you!
All right, she’d be careful, Bobbi promised herself. But she still didn’t want to move away from the warmth of his big body. She thought the dose of blood he’d given her that morning must be wearing off and she didn’t object when he climbed into the sleeping pit with her and covered both of them with the fur blanket.
“I need to give you more of my blood,” he rumbled.
“Mmm-hmm,” Bobbi agreed. “But why don’t you take off your trousers first—it’s not comfortable sleeping beside you with them on,” she complained sleepily.
“I don’t know if I trust myself to be completely naked with you after watching you come like that,” Dragon growled. “I’m still fucking hard and you feel so warm and soft.” He shifted restlessly beside her. “In fact, I think I’m going to have to go stroke myself off in the bathing chamber before I can get to sleep with you beside me.”
“No, wait—don’t go,” Bobbi protested, when he sat up, as though to lift himself out of the sleeping pit.
“Sorry, little one, but I have to,” he rumbled regretfully. “I don’t trust myself around you otherwise. You’re too fucking tempting.”
“Well, if you really feel like you have to jerk off, then stay here and let me help,” Bobbi told him.
He frowned.
“How do you mean?”
“I mean…let me help.” She let her hand drift to the crotch of his leather trousers, where a thick bulge was in evidence. “You made me come, let me return the favor,” she murmured.
Part of her was saying this was a bad idea—that she would only be leading the big Kindred on and giving him the wrong idea. But she had always hated selfish lovers—the kind of person who just lays there and lets their partner do all the work without stirring a finger to reciprocate. Her ex had been like that—it was one reason she’d left him.