Enticed by the Satyr (Kindred Tales)

“You’re a virgin,” he murmured, cupping her cheek in one big, warm hand.

Mia shook her head quickly.

“Oh, no—I didn’t say that. I haven’t been a, uh, virgin since the night of my senior prom. The first time Hank, uh—”

“I don’t care how many times that ex-mate of yours hurt you.” His eyes flashed red briefly. “If you’ve never been properly pleasured, then you are a virgin—at least by the laws of the Monstrum Kindred.”

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. When he drew back, he held her eyes with his.

“I hope that you will let me be your first—the first to properly pleasure you and make love to you, lovely one. But not tonight,” he added when Mia opened her mouth, uncertain of what might come out. “You’ve had enough excitement for tonight. I think we should get you dressed and take you back to your suite.”

“You do?” Mia looked at him uncertainly. “But, um…what about you?” she asked. “Don’t you want me to…to touch you or…or suck you?”

She wasn’t sure what she might find under the tight leather trousers he wore, though she was fairly sure it wouldn’t look like anything between a human man’s legs. But it seemed wrong to leave him wanting when he had pleasured her so gently and thoroughly and been so nice about letting her cry on him afterwards. There was still a damp patch on his uniform shirt, made by her tears, that she felt self-conscious about.

But Storn only shook his head, his horns glinting in the moonlight.

“No, lovely one, don’t concern yourself with me. I will pleasure myself later as I remember your cries and moans and your soft, wet, smooth pussy. For now, I simply want to get you safely home so you can get some rest. If we stay here much longer, I’ll give in to my desire to taste you. And if I taste you, I’ll want to bond you to me…” He studied her face for a moment. “But I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet.”

“I…I don’t think so, either,” Mia admitted. “I mean, I’m not even really divorced yet and we haven’t known each other very long. Er, outside of dreams, anyway.” Which she could now remember in a hazy way.

“Exactly.” He nodded gravely. “And you’ll need to get used to my lower half—you’ll have to accept my shaft and the way it differs from a humanoid shaft before you can be comfortable letting me bond you to me.”

Mia swallowed nervously, because her mouth was suddenly dry.

“Is it…very different from a, uh, human man’s, er, equipment?” she asked in a voice she wished sounded less shaky. It was easy to forget that he was so different—so alien—while he was still dressed. But how would she feel when his trousers came off? How would he look? And what would he feel like in her hand or her mouth or her pussy?

Just the thought gave her a forbidden thrill deep in the pit of her stomach and her pussy clenched tight between her legs.

“I am quite dissimilar to a human male, I imagine. Though how dissimilar will be for you to say,” Storn said gravely. “I hope you can accept my differences, Mia. But we’re not going to find out tonight,” he added. “Tonight, I’m going to see you back to your suite.”

Mia supposed he was right. It was getting really late and Kaylee would probably start to worry about her. Also, she needed time to think about everything that had happened, time to understand how she felt about dating a man who had Storn’s unique physical qualities. It was better to put a pin in things for tonight.

But still, she couldn’t help feeling a tiny bit disappointed when she thought about sleeping alone in her bed. She hadn’t known Storn outside her dreams before this evening, but already she was beginning to feel like she needed the big Satyr Kindred—beginning to feel like she wanted him in her life forever.

13

“Mia—what happened to your face?” Kaylee gaped at her the minute Mia walked into the music room. “Is that makeup? Did you cover everything up?”

Without waiting for a reply, she rushed across the room and put her hands on Mia’s arms as she leaned forward to study her face. It wasn’t surprising that she was startled by Mia’s appearance—she had left the suite early while Mia had slept in a bit, worn out from the excitement of the night before.

“Oh my God—you’re healed, you’re really healed!” Kaylee exclaimed, scanning Mia’d face. She frowned in confusion. “And you look freaking ten years younger, too! How did you manage that?”

“Do I?” Mia touched her fingertips to the left side of her face, which was now every bit as healthy and smooth as the right side. She supposed she had noticed there were fewer wrinkles around the corners of her eyes and mouth that morning, but she had gotten so caught up in looking at how completely she was healed, it hadn’t made much of an impression.