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Tragar seemed to understand what was going on inside her head.

“Forgive me, my
Khalla.”
He took both her hands in his and looked into her eyes. “I didn’t mean to startle you—that is simply the traditional way a chosen mate readies his
Khalla
for breeding.”

“I don’t…don’t know how I feel about it,” Emily said nervously. “I mean, I know my body
needs
this but I just can’t…I mean, it’s
scary.”

“Of course it is.” Tragar stroked her cheek tenderly. “But you have my word that we will take things very, very slowly. I will not breed you until you are completely ready and you ask me to. All right?”

“All right. I guess.” Emily bit her lip. The memory of what Grayson had done was still there but she did her best to push it away.
Tragar isn’t like that—he loves me. He’ll never hurt me,
she told herself. “Well…” She took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. “I suppose we should get started. And since this is all ripped up anyway…” She nodded down at the torn white slip. “I should just take it off.”

Standing for a moment, she let the ceremonial robes and the ripped slip slide off her shoulders. They fell in a heap at the side of the bed, leaving her completely naked.

“Gods, Emily…” Tragar’s golden eyes grew hot with lust. “You’re so beautiful, my
Khalla.
How did I ever come to deserve such beauty?”

“You loved me,” Emily whispered, reaching out to stroke his rough cheek. “And you let me love you. So please, Tragar—make love to me now.”

“Slowly,” he murmured. “I ache to sheath my cock to the hilt inside your sweet, swollen pussy and feel my mating fist swell within you. But we must take things slowly, my
Khalla.”

Standing, he removed his black leather vest and unsnapped the tight black flight trousers he always wore.

Watching him, Emily thought he looked absolutely mouthwatering. There wasn’t a spare inch of flesh on him anywhere—it was all toned, tanned muscle. Before he could push down the trousers, however, something caught her eye.

“Come here,” she beckoned for him and he came to stand before her where she was seated on the edge of the bed. “Let me look at you,” Emily murmured.

“As my
Khalla
wishes,” Tragar rumbled, holding still so she could examine him. The deep puncture would in his side, which had been knitting together as she fed him her nectar, had now healed completely. There was only a faint, white scar left. It looked like an injury he’d gotten years ago—not minutes ago.

“Amazing,” she murmured, running her hands over his muscular flank. “I can’t believe you’re so completely healed.”

“You healed me, didn’t you? With your nectar.” He licked his lips. “I can still taste it—so sweet. You’re deep in need, aren’t you Emily?”

Biting her lip, she nodded. She hadn’t had any more of the deep, stabbing pains in her lower abdomen but she had a feeling they would come back if she didn’t start giving her body what it needed soon. Or letting Tragar give it to her.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please, Tragar, I do—I need you.”

“And I will give you everything you need,” he promised. “But slowly, as I said.” He looked at her hands on his tanned side. “Would you like to remove the rest of my clothing or should I?”

“I can do it,” Emily said eagerly. She tugged at the waistband of the black flight trousers and they slid down, revealing the long, hard length of his cock. At its base, she could see the ring of flesh he’d called his “mating fist” already swelling.

God, does he really expect to fit that monster in me?
she thought with dismay.
There’s no way—just no way.

Tragar must have seen the look of trepidation on her face because he lifted her chin and raised her eyes to meet his.

“Don’t worry about my mating fist, Emily,” he rumbled softly. “When the time comes, your body will open for mine without pain, I swear it. But for now, just let me get you ready.”

“Maybe I want to get
you
ready.” Emily wrapped her fingers around the hard column of flesh, enjoying the deep groan of pleasure her action brought from his throat. But she had only stroked him once or twice before Tragar was gently prying her fingers away from his shaft.

“I do not wish to spill my seed before it is time,” he murmured when she started to protest. “When you are fully in your breeding cycle, you will need every drop of cum I can produce deep in your pussy, my
Khalla.”

“I…I will?” Emily asked breathlessly.

Slowly, he nodded.

“It’s part of the breeding cycle of a
Khalla.
She needs the cum of her mate deep in her womb over and over again. And once my mating fist is locked inside you, tying us together, I will be able to fuck you and come in you as many times as you need me to.”

“I think I’m beginning to feel the need now,” Emily confessed in a soft voice. “I feel so…so
empty
inside, Tragar.”

“And I will fill you, my
Khalla.
But I must taste you first.” He went to sit at the head of the bead and leaned back against the flower covered headboard. “Come to me,” he murmured. “Come naked and unashamed and let me taste you.”

Emily’s heart was pounding hard with a mixture of desire and fear. But she knew the big Kindred would never hurt her and her entire body was burning for him. She craved his touch on her skin, his mouth on her swollen nipples and wet pussy, as she had never craved anything before.

She started at the foot of the bed and crawled sinuously on her hands and knees, loving the feel of his eyes on her ripe, swaying breasts. Her nectar had stopped flowing for now but she could still feel the fullness and knew there was more to give—if Tragar wanted it.

“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he growled hoarsely as she finally reached him and straddled his lap. “Let me look at you. So fucking gorgeous, my
Khalla.”

“Thank you.” Emily blushed at the compliment. She was still getting used to her new, slightly taller body. Her breasts and hips felt fuller and her waist was smaller somehow. Her hair was long and black—so long that it tickled the small of her back when she sat up tall to let Tragar drink her in.

She never would have believed that she could be so instantly comfortable with such drastic changes to her body but it felt right somehow…felt natural. It was almost as though she’d felt incomplete her whole life and now she was whole…or she would be once she was bonded to Tragar.

“Come here,” he murmured, gripping her hips and pulling her closer.

Emily moaned breathlessly as he ducked his head to rub his rough cheeks against the tender sides of her breasts. God, she was so sensitive that
everything
hurt—everything but his touch, that was. She couldn’t get enough of that.

“Are you well, my
Khalla?”
he murmured, looking up at her. “Your breasts look full and your nipples are swollen. Do you need me to ease your fullness?”

Emily bit her lip. “You don’t mind doing it anymore? I mean, I know I had to earlier to save your life—it was the only way even though they told me it was forbidden. But now—”

“Now I am the chosen mate of a
Khalla
and it is my wish to ease and pleasure her in any way possible,” he growled. “I do not care any more for rules or conventions. I only want to make you feel good and ease your pain.”

“Well…they are
really
full,” Emily whispered, pressing forward.

“Then let me help you. I want to suck your sweet nipples, my
Khalla.
Want to taste your nectar again.” The look in his eyes was beyond lust and Emily moaned softly as she pressed one aching nipple to his lips.

Tragar took her in gently at first, swirling his hot tongue around the swollen bud until Emily wanted to cry with frustration. He seemed to sense her need because he suddenly sucked hard and deep, drawing her nipple as far into his mouth as he could, pulling hard against the sensitive bud.

Emily gave a little cry and buried her hands in his thick black mane. God, it felt so
good—
so right to let him do this. She could feel her pleasure building already but she knew it would be a long time before she came. Though having her breasts and nipples played with and sucked had given her orgasms before, this time she sensed her body needed something deeper—something
more.

“I’ll give you more, my
Khalla,”
Tragar growled, releasing her tight peak and she realized she must have moaned her need aloud. He switched to the other nipple and sucked it deep and hard as well, easing the pressure of her nectar. Emily swore she could feel each deep pull of his hot mouth directly in her sensitive, swollen pussy.

And speaking of her pussy, it was aching now. She was so wet and hot her honey was wetting her inner thighs. The way she was straddling him, she could feel the hard shaft of his cock brushing against her outer cunt. Spread as she was, her pussy lips were wide open, her swollen little clit exposed and aching for contact with his thickness.

“Tragar,” she moaned, writhing on his lap. Pressing down against him, she rubbed hard against his shaft—only to moan and buck upwards again. God, it was too much—too intense! Though she ached for the intimate contact, she couldn’t stand it when it actually happened. Emily nearly cried with frustration—what was wrong with her?

“Emily?” Tragar had let her second nipple slip from between his lips and now he was looking up at her, concern in his golden eyes. “My
Khalla,
are you all right?”

“No.” Emily frowned and shifted on his lap again. She could still feel the heated length of his cock brushing her outer pussy lips but she didn’t dare come down and let him slide against her open folds again—yet that was the very place she needed him.

The big Kindred frowned.

“What is it, Emily?” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “Tell me and I’ll try to help you.”

“I want…I need…” Emily took a deep breath, feeling her face burn with an embarrassed blush. “I want to feel you—feel your cock rubbing against me. But when I tried, it was too much—too intense. But I need it so
badly.
Need contact with you, Tragar. I just don’t know how to get it.”

“Of course you cannot stand the feel of my shaft against you yet,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes. “This is the start of your breeding cycle. Your honey is just beginning to flow and your pussy is too sensitive.”

“What can we do, then?” Emily demanded. “Because we have to do something soon—I’m burning
up
inside!”

“It’s all right, my
Khalla,”
he rumbled gently. “Don’t worry. I simply need to prime your pussy with my tongue.”

“You mean taste me? Like you did before?” She vaguely remembered how frightened and uncomfortable the idea had made her in the past. But then when he had actually licked and kissed her pussy, it had felt so good…so right. She wanted that feeling again—no, she
needed
it. Needed to have his tongue deep inside her and swirling around her swollen clit.

“Exactly.” The big Kindred nodded, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “But in a different position this time.”

“How do you mean?” Emily asked, uncertainly. She had already gotten off his lap and was preparing to lie down on the side of the bed so that he could taste her as he had before. But before she could, Tragar was raising her up to her hands and knees and positioning her in the center of the bed.