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Well, maybe more than a
bit.
In addition to dipping low enough to show her nipples, the periwinkle blue gown only fell to the tops of her thighs and there were no panties to go with it. Basically, Emily felt like she was wearing an outfit picked out for a honeymoon. Something sweet and sexy at the same time—something a bride might choose to wear for her new husband.

Ha! As if Tragar would ever want to marry me!
She snorted to herself. The big Kindred had made it abundantly clear that he wasn’t the man for her, even if he was acting as her “chosen mate.” No matter what Saskia said about him loving her, Emily didn’t see it. She doubted he’d be getting down on one knee any time soon.

Which was one reason she felt nervous going to bed with him dressed like this.

“If only there was some kind of flower petal cape to cover it,” she muttered to herself, twisting to get a look in the 3-D viewer just inside the bathroom. “If only—ouch!”

A sharp, lancing pain—a feeling of unbearable fullness worse than anything she’d had during dinner—shot through her breasts and nipples, making her gasp and clutch at herself instinctively. Unfortunately her own touch was also incredibly painful. She cried out again, pulling her arms away from the tender peaks, and tears of agony came to her eyes.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? Hurst worse even than it did before.”

The deep voice startled her because she’d believed herself to be alone. Whirling, Emily saw Tragar standing there, a look of unmistakable concern in his golden eyes.

“I can stand it,” she said defiantly.

“Why should you?” he countered, surprising her. “Why not just let me help you?”

“You think you can?” Emily looked at him doubtfully.

“I know I can. We have to help your nectar flow.”

“But you already, uh, massaged me earlier and nothing happened,” she pointed out. Somewhere deep inside she knew that nothing had happened because of the star-silver shaft inside her. But still the hypnotic little voice in the back of her brain insisted that it shouldn’t come out.

“I know massaging didn’t help.” The big Kindred looked troubled. “Which is why…I think more extreme measures need to be taken.”

“More extreme? What do you mean?” Emily drew back from him fearfully.

“I need…forgive me,
Khalla
for this sacrilege, but I fear that I must suck your peaks in order to get your nectar flowing.” He looked ashamed, as though he was suggesting something deeply wrong but somehow necessary.

“Um…” Emily twisted her fingers together nervously. “But I thought…didn’t you tell me that sucking a
Khalla’s
nipples was forbidden?”

“It is.” He nodded gravely. “A better male than I would probably refuse to even think of such a thing. But I am not a good or deserving male—I only wish to help you. To save you.”

“To save me?” She looked at him uncertainly. “What are you saying?”

“That your nectar
must
flow one way or another,” he rumbled. “If not, it will become a poison inside you. Emily…” He cupped her chin firmly and looked earnestly into her eyes. “It
must
be allowed to flow.”

“Well…all right. But are you sure you don’t mind? I mean…you don’t think it’s kind of, well, gross?”

“To taste the nectar of a
Khalla?
To taste
your
nectar?” He looked at her as if he couldn’t believe she’d even asked such a question. “How could tasting the fullness of your breasts be anything but bliss?”

“Um…okay then. If you really don’t mind.”

“Emily,” he said seriously, catching her eyes. “What I am about to do is a forbidden fantasy. Sucking the nectar from the breasts of a
Khalla
is something every Beast Kindred male dreams of…yet knows he must never do. I will be committing sacrilege and yet it will be so sweet even damning my soul to the Seven Hells will be more than worth it.”

“Wow…all right then. But you really feel like it’s going to
damn
you? I mean, it’s that bad?”

He nodded slowly. “But do not concern yourself with that. I was damned long before I met you—damned by the sins of my past. It doesn’t bother me to add one more to my long list of transgressions, especially if it helps you survive.”

“In that case I guess we’d better get started,” Emily said as lightly as she could.

She didn’t share his conviction that allowing him to suck her nipples was deeply wrong so that part didn’t bother her. What
did
bother her was how much she wanted to feel his mouth on her again. As well as the fact that she didn’t
want
to flow like a freaking fountain, as he had described earlier. Still, there didn’t seem to be much choice about that. The aching fullness of her breasts was driving her crazy—she had to get it fixed even if it meant watering the lawn everywhere she went from now on—or at least until this stage of the
Tenrah
was over.

“Come then.” Tragar looked relieved that she was agreeing to this so easily. “Come back to the bed with me and let me try to ease your pain.”

“Okay.” Emily allowed him to take her hand and lead her back into the bedroom with its big flower covered bed. She expected him to sit her on the side of the bed and get down on his knees before her, as he had earlier. Instead, to her surprise, he toed off his high black boots and removed his vest. Then, wearing only his black leather trousers, he climbed into the middle of the bed and settled against the headboard, which was made of flowering vines.

“Come here,” he said and patted his lap. “Come to me, Emily.”

“Um…really? You want me to sit in your lap?” Because that seemed to be his meaning.

“It will be easier to reach you in this way,” Tragar said reasonably.

Easier for him to reach her but a hell of a lot harder for her to disguise what she was feeling when he put his mouth on her sensitive nipples…and to hide the star-silver shaft that was still lodged firmly inside her pussy.

He must not see it!
whispered an insistent little voice in the back of her brain that sounded strangely familiar.
He must not see it or he will want to take it out—and that must not happen!

Still, there didn’t seem to be much else she could do. Tragar was looking at her expectantly and she didn’t know how to say no.

I’ll just pull the hem of the nighty as low as it will go over my thighs,
she told herself uneasily as she climbed onto the bed beside him. Which would solve the problem of hiding the shaft, but
not
of hiding the inevitable orgasms that were sure to wrack her body the moment he started sucking her sensitive nipples.

Emily knew she shouldn’t care anymore—after all, by this time the big Kindred had given her more orgasms than she could count. But still, he’d always been touching her from behind while he tugged and pinched her nipples. The idea of facing him and showing him her “O face” while he made her come made Emily feel intensely vulnerable and uncertain. But again, she didn’t see a way around it.

“Okay,” she said, climbing carefully onto the bed. She scooted next to him.

“Come here.” Tragar patted his lap again. “Straddle me. I need you close,
Khalla.”

Emily had given up on trying to get him not to call her that—after all, there was no disputing what she was and what her body was going through. Biting her lip, she tugged the hem of the periwinkle blue nighty as low as she could and threw one leg over his lean hips. The movement jostled her full breasts and she gave a little moan of pain.

“All right. It’s going to be all right, my
Khalla,”
Tragar murmured, reaching out to cradle her full globes gently. His touch made her feel instantly better and Emily felt a little of the tension leaving her body.

“Thank you,” she said softly, settling into his lap. She could feel the big muscles of his thighs tense under her bare bottom as well as the familiar hard ridge of his cock. She didn’t move away from it though it made her cheeks burn to know she was the cause of his erection. “Um…how do we get started?” she asked, feeling awkward just sitting there.

“Sit forward a little and bring your breast to my mouth.” His deep voice was slightly hoarse and Emily couldn’t help noticing his golden eyes were half-lidded with lust. She started to raise up a little, to put her right breast to the level of his lips…but then she stopped.

“Why do you want to do this?” she blurted, unable to hold the question back. “I mean…why do you want to help me? Is it just because you’re a guy and you like boobs or what?”

“Boobs?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Um, breasts. Sorry.” Emily shook her head. “Forget I asked.”

“No, it’s a fair question,” he said unexpectedly. “One you deserve an answer to. I…” He cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable. “Earlier I told you that I was only helping you because of my reaction to your scent.”

“Because of biology,” Emily whispered. Her heart was pounding for some reason but she didn’t know why.

“Exactly.” He nodded. “I think that must have given you the idea that I didn’t care about you as a person.”

“Well, you didn’t
know
me as a person,” Emily pointed out.

“True.” He nodded again. “But even from the first—even before I smelled your sweet, hot scent—I knew something was different about you.” He frowned. “I watched you for over ten of your Earth days, you know, trying to understand what it was…why I was so reluctant to kill you.”

“You…you did?” She’d known he was hunting her…stalking like a predator stalks prey. But she’d had no idea that he had spent so long just watching and wondering about her.

“I did.” Gravely, he nodded. “I saw how patient and tender you were with the young ones in your care. And it made me think of…”

“Of…?” Emily urged gently, because the big Kindred had paused and seemed to be having a hard time continuing.

“Of my mate,” he said at last, heavily. “My mate and my son.”

“You’re married?” Emily drew back from him. “Or what do the Kindred call it—joined? You’re joined?”

“No longer.” His deep voice was harsh and there was a pain in his golden eyes that made her heart ache.

“Tragar…” she began but he shook his head.

“No more. I do not wish…I cannot speak of them.”

“Okay,” Emily said softly. Clearly something really bad had happened. Maybe he and his wife had gone through a bitter divorce and she’d taken his son away to someplace Tragar couldn’t see him?

“The past is irrelevant,” he said and cleared his throat. “The only reason I bring it up is to say that I saw a gentleness in you—a beauty I could not bear to wipe out of existence. And since then, since I have come to know you, I…” He cleared his throat again, clearly having difficulty choosing his words. “What I’m trying to say is that while the biological imperative to protect a
Khalla
is incredibly strong, it is not the only reason I am helping you.” He met her eyes. “I also…care for you. Far more than I ever expected I would.”

“Well…thank you. I, um, care for you too. When we’re not shouting at each other.” Emily smiled, finding herself unexpectedly touched by his stilted little speech. Clearly he wasn’t a guy used to dealing with emotions so making himself open enough to talk to her about what he was feeling—even a little bit—was a significant effort on his part.

“You are welcome.” He gave her a small sardonic smile. “Also, being a male, I
do
like ‘boobs.’”

“Tragar!” She slapped him on one broad shoulder but the sudden motion jiggled her overfull breasts and she gasped.