Cursed: Brides of the Kindred 13 (33 page)

“I find you posterior incredibly attractive too,” he said in that low, strained voice. “I know you think your behind and hips are too large but I find them very…what is the word you humans use? Oh yes, sexy. I like the way they fill my hands when I grasp you there, as I did last night while you were drinking from me.”

“See?” Charlie demanded, looking at Nar’sa. “What’s
that
if not spoken admiration? I mean affirmation. Or whatever.”

“These thoughts you are speaking are simply the ones from the top of your mind,” Nar’sa said.

“Now we need you to dig deeper,” Ta’no continued for her. “You must each confess a fantasy you have had of the other.”

“A fantasy?” Charlie looked at their counselors in disbelief. But inside she was feeling just a tiny smidgen of relief. She hadn’t allowed herself to fantasize about her partner—not even a little. And now she was profoundly glad she hadn’t. But she couldn’t help wondering, had Stavros fantasized about her? Looking at him, she had a feeling she was about to find out.

The big Kindred’s jaw was clenched and his hands were balled into fists at his sides. He had a look on his face like he was fighting something—some urge—with all his might, but Charlie was certain that soon he would lose. Suddenly, she felt sorry for him.

“Stav…” She touched him lightly on the knee. “It’s all right—whatever it is, you can say it. I know this is awkward and weird but I won’t be offended.”

It was as though her words burst a dam inside him. Or maybe the impulse to speak the truth was simply too strong and he couldn’t help himself anymore.

“Charlotte,” he said in a low voice, looking into her eyes. “I fantasize about you giving yourself to me. Coming to me naked, as you were last night, and baring your neck for my fangs. I want…” He swallowed hard but seemed compelled to continue. “I want to sink my fangs into your throat and fill your sweet, wet pussy with my shaft at the same time.”

“You…you do?” Charlie’s hand crept to her throat unconsciously. She couldn’t help seeing what he was saying in her head…couldn’t help imagining herself naked and open for him, offering her throat for his bite, feeling his fangs pierce her skin as he thrust into her long and hard below.

Slowly, he nodded. “I do. I want to feel you clench around me while you come over and over and then I want to come inside you. I want to fill you with my seed as I inject my essence and make you mine.”

“Oh…God,” Charlie breathed. The hot, dirty words and the intense way he was looking at her were definitely having an effect on her body. Her nipples suddenly felt tight and achy and her pussy was hot and wet, throbbing with desire like a second heartbeat pulsing between her legs.

“And now you know what I fantasize about,” Stavros growled. “You may hate me for it if you wish but I could not help telling you.”

“I…it’s all right. Really,” she assured him. “I…you didn’t offend me.”

“Good—this is good progress.” Nar’sa’s voice made her jump. For a moment she’d forgotten that there was anyone else in the room with them. “And now Charlotte,” their councilor continued. “You may tell Stavros what you have fantasized about him.”

“Oh, I don’t fantasize—about anyone,” Charlie said quickly. “I mean, I just don’t. It’s not…not a thing I do.”

“That is all right,” Ta’no said serenely. “If you have no fantasies, then a dream will do.”

“Oh, I’ve never—” Charlie stopped short. That dream—the one she’d had her one night aboard the Mother Ship!
Oh no—but that was so embarrassing!
she moaned to herself.
I can’t tell that out loud—I
can’t.
And then she heard herself begin.

* * * * *

“I had a dream about you the night before we left,” Charlotte said, looking at him. “I…an erotic dream. I didn’t plan it or wish for it…it just…just
happened.”

“Of course you didn’t plan it.” Stavros could see the tightness in the set of her slender shoulders and the distress on her face. Clearly she was dreading telling him this and just as clearly she could not stop herself. He wanted to reassure her as she had reassured him. “Charlotte…Charlie,” he murmured, touching her arm lightly. “It’s all right—say what you have to. I will not be upset.”

“No, but
I
will,” she whispered miserably. “I can’t…I don’t want to…”

“Just say it,” Stav urged her. “Say it and get it over with.”

Charlotte nodded, biting her lip. “I…we…in the dream we were taking a class together. Just like we are now. But for some reason we had to undress each other as part of it.”

“Mmm-hmm?” Stav nodded, motioning for her to go on. Though he knew it made her uncomfortable, he couldn’t help wanting to hear what she had dreamed about it.

“And so…and so…” Charlotte took a deep breath. “And so the instructor—who was this little green man with these long antennae—told us to take off each other’s shirts. And so…so we did. I mean, I took off your shirt first and then…then you took off mine. And then he said we had to rub…” She cleared her throat self-consciously. “Rub oil all over each other’s chests.”

“And did we?” Stav asked softly.

She nodded. “I did you first and then you…you came around behind me and you cupped…cupped my breasts.”

“I did?” Stavros shifted on the truth-saying couch, trying to make more room between his legs. Hearing her say such things in her soft, sweet voice made his cock throb with need.

“You did,” Charlotte affirmed. “You…you rubbed oil all over my…my breasts and you pinched and…and twisted my nipples.”

“Did I hurt you?” Stavros asked warily. He knew some females got off on pain and he did a little himself—at least he had gotten off on the pain he felt when Charlotte bit him. But he didn’t like the idea of hurting her and not just because her pain would be his as well.

But to his relief, Charlotte was shaking her head.

“Not…not hurting me exactly. More like…teasing me. In the dream it felt really,
really
good.”

“And then?” he couldn’t help asking.

“Then you…you wanted to kiss me. There I mean.” She nodded down to her chest.

“I wanted to suck your nipples.” Stav could hear his voice dipping down to a low, sexual growl but he couldn’t help it. The idea of taking the tight pink points he could see pressing against the thin fabric of her robe into his mouth made his cock ache fiercely.

She nodded. “At first I…I wasn’t sure. But the instructor told me to let you do it. So you did. And I…” She took a breath. “I could feel your…your fangs as you did it, as you sucked me. They were so sharp and long but they never even scratched me.”

“You must have been relieved,” Stavros said neutrally. He had heard from other Blood Kindred that human women often feared their fangs. It wasn’t surprising, really. But to his surprise, Charlotte was shaking her head.

“No, I…I was disappointed.” She looked up at him, meeting his eyes. “I
wanted
you to bite me.”

Stav’s heart seemed to stop for a moment in his chest. “You…
wanted
me to?”

She nodded. “Yes, but you didn’t. Instead the instructor said it was time to finish undressing each other. And so I took off your trousers and you …you took off my slacks but not my panties.”

“Why didn’t I take them off?” he growled softly.

“Because they were the kind that weren’t supposed to come off. Don’t ask me why…” She waved one hand in a gesture of dismissal. “It was a dream, remember?”

“So what happened next in your dream?” he asked.

Charlie frowned. “I’m trying to think… Oh—then the panties started getting too tight—they were squeezing me.”

“Just like your night dress last night,” Stav exclaimed.

She nodded. “Weird, huh? You even…” She blushed. “Even bit them off with your fangs like you did last night.”

“Hmm…” Stavros nodded. He well remembered getting her out of the wet gown, how he had ripped it open and the soft globes of her breasts had come tumbling out. He had felt those soft mounds against his chest several times now but he had yet to cup them in his hands or suck the sweet, pink tips into his mouth. Gods, how he wanted to taste her there! The only other place he would rather taste was her pussy—the source of the sweet honey she’d rubbed all over his shaft last night as she bit him. He looked at Charlotte. “Then what happened?” he asked in a soft growl.

“Then you…” She bit her lip and looked down at her hands which were clenched in her lap. “You said you wanted to see how hot and wet my pussy was,” she said in a rush.

“Gods…” Stav felt his entire body clench with longing. “And did I?”

She nodded. “You put your fingers…”

“I penetrated you? Put my fingers deep in your pussy?” he asked, seeing that she was having a hard time finishing.

“Yes.” Charlotte’s cheeks were bright pink now, a testament to her embarrassment. “And you…you fucked me with them. It felt…” She blushed even harder. “It was really good.”

“Gods,” he groaned hoarsely again, flexing his hand into a fist. He could just imagine slipping his fingers deep into her sweet, wet channel, pressing until he felt the end, feeling her clench around him as she called his name and begged him to fuck her deeper, harder, faster… But as embarrassing as Charlotte clearly found this admission to be, there was clearly more to come. He could see it on her face. “And then?” he asked.

“And that…that was it.” Charlie lifted her chin but wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Then I woke up.”

“No you didn’t,” Stav said softly. “I can see it in your eyes, Charlotte—the dream didn’t end there. What happened next?”

“I…I…” She made as if to get off the couch but clearly she couldn’t. “Hey—why am I stuck here?” she demanded.

“The truth-saying couch senses what your mate has sensed,” Nar’sa answered softly. “That there is more to your tale. Until you tell it all, you will be unable to leave the couch.”

“But I don’t
want
to,” Charlie protested, looking nearly panicked. “I mean…I can’t…I just
can’t.
”

“You’ll
have
to—the couch will make you,” Stav told her quietly. “It is working on you now—I can see it on your face.”

“I…I won’t…” She shook her head firmly and bit her lip. He felt a sharp pain go through his own lower lip and a thin trickle of blood ran down her chin.

“Charlotte…” He looked at her worriedly. What admission could be so bad that she would rather hurt herself than let it out? “Please,” he murmured, brushing her hot cheek lightly with his knuckles. “Please don’t hurt yourself anymore. Just
tell
me.”

Plainly Charlotte couldn’t hold out against the compulsion of the truth-saying couch much longer. “I…I…” Her mouth worked helplessly. “All right but it’s…really embarrassing and you probably won’t like it.”

“Just tell me,” Stav urged again. “What did I do next in your dream?”

“I…you…you wanted to kiss me…to taste me. Down there.” She nodded between her legs, her cheeks flaming red, plainly miserable at the embarrassing confession. “I wasn’t sure. That’s not…something I’ve ever been able to enjoy much. Or that any guy I’ve ever been with has ever enjoyed doing. But you wanted to do it and you were already on your knees in front of me and the instructor was telling me to open for you and I couldn’t help it,” she finished in a rush. “Oh, God…” She buried her face in her hands. “I can’t believe I just told you that.”

Stavros couldn’t believe it either.
“That’s
what you were so embarrassed to tell me?” he asked incredulously.

“Human guys…some human guys don’t like to do that,” she said defensively. “I don’t know what Kindred like—I don’t
care
what Kindred like.” Her eyes flashed defiantly. “But it’s not something I’ve ever dreamed of before and I don’t know why I dreamed it when I dreamed of you. It’s just…it’s embarrassing.”

“I do not know why human males would not want to taste their females,” Stav said seriously. “But Kindred do not just like it—with us it is a need.”

“A what?” She looked at him uncertainly.

“A need,” he repeated. “We
need
to taste our females between their legs—need to mark their pussy with our scent. Need to give them pleasure and make them come…”

“God!” He had been holding her gaze with his as he spoke but now Charlotte tore her eyes away, her cheeks flaming. “I can’t believe we’re talking about this.”

“I just want you to know you don’t have to be embarrassed to tell me your dream,” he murmured. “Tell me, Charlotte, in your dream did you enjoy being tasted?”

Slowly, she nodded. “I…I did. I knew I shouldn’t but it made me so…”

“Aroused?” he finished for her gently.

“Yes.” She looked away. “But it was just a dream. I mean I would never…”

“I would.” Lifting her chin gently, he looked at her until she reluctantly met his eyes again. “It would be my very great pleasure to taste your pussy, Charlotte,” he murmured. “But for now, I will settle for this.”