Devoured: Brides of the Kindred 11 (15 page)

“Of course I will,
mi’now.”
Far stroked her cheek tenderly
in direct contrast to Truth, who was currently licking and nipping the soft
flesh of her buttocks and upper thighs.

Becca gave a little cry when she
felt his sharp teeth graze her vulnerable inner thigh. Was this what it would
feel like to be taken by a
dr’gin?
To
surrender herself to the beast? If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine
that Truth was what he was pretending to be—a mindless animal bent only on
satiating his deepest hungers with her.

It was a frightening thought. So
frightening that when she felt him spread her pussy from behind with his
thumbs, Becca surged forward into Far’s arms, wanting the comfort of his broad
chest against her cheek.

“It’s all right, Becca,” the
light twin murmured, kissing her forehead. “Just relax and be open for Truth.”

“I am trying. He just…
oh!”
Becca gasped because just then she
felt the dark twin’s hot, wet tongue spearing into her pussy. He pressed deep,
penetrating her as though he was fucking her with his shaft instead of his
tongue. Becca moaned as she felt the hot, wet sensation of him sliding into her
channel. “Truth!” she whispered. “Please!”

He growled softly and she could
feel him lapping greedily, licking away the juices from her pussy and inner
thighs, bathing her swollen clit with his hot, wet tongue.

“Does it feel good?” Far asked
in her ear as his twin continued to lick her. “Do you like it when Truth licks
your sweet cunt,
mi’now?
Are you
making lots of honey for him to taste?”

“I…” Becca bit her lip. “I don’t
know,” she whispered even though she actually did. She had been told by Truth
and Far that she was what the Blood Kindred called a
numalla—
a female that made a lot of pussy honey. And though her
heart was pounding and she was nervous and uncertain, her body still responded
to her men. She could feel how wet she was getting—how wet Truth was making her
by tonguing her open and lapping her inner folds.

He lashed the sensitive button
of her clit with his tongue and then sucked it into his mouth and tortured it
sweetly until she gave a gasp and felt her entire body tighten.

“Oh…” she moaned, pressing back
helplessly to get more of the addictive pleasure of his mouth against her
naked, vulnerable pussy. “Oh, please…I think I’m close…so close.”

“Are you going to come soon,
Becca?” Far murmured, reaching under her to twist her nipples, which were
hanging down like ripe fruit. “Are you going to come while Truth licks your
pussy? While he tastes your sweet juices right from the source?”

“I…I…” Becca couldn’t answer but
she didn’t have to. Just as her pleasure reached a peak, Far captured her mouth
with his own. As Truth tongued and sucked her slick petals, making her come so hard
she saw stars, the light twin caught her soft moans in his own mouth,
swallowing them greedily as though he loved the taste of her pleasure every bit
as much as his brother did.

It seemed Truth could never get
enough of her but Becca didn’t know how much more of his mouth she could stand.
Just as she thought she wasn’t going to be able to take the intense pleasure
any longer, he stopped licking.

She broke the kiss with Far and
looked over her shoulder to see that he was breathing hard, his mouth and chin
shiny with her juices.

“Truth?” she asked uncertainly.

“Are you ready, Brother?” Far
asked, looking up at his twin. “Ready to claim our lady’s sweet cunt with your
cock?”

“Ready,” Truth echoed and it was
more of an animalistic growl than a word. “Spread wide, Rebecca. Need to get
inside you deep tonight.”

Becca tried to do as he said,
tilting her hips and pressing her ass back to give him greater access. At the
same time her heart began to beat so hard she could feel it pounding in every
part of her body at once. Truth had never been really rough with her—neither of
her men had. But she had a feeling that she was in for a deep, thorough fucking
tonight. The dark twin was like a beast in rut and the only thing he wanted—the
only thing he
needed
—was to plow deep
into her pussy and burry himself to the hilt before he shot his seed.

She felt the broad head of his
cock sliding over her slick folds and shivered in Far’s arms.

“It’s all right,” he murmured,
kissing her cheek. “All right, Becca. Just be open. Just relax against me and
let Truth fuck your sweet cunt.”

A sudden thought came to Becca.

“But if he enters me without
you, won’t he have pain?”

“He won’t mind,” Far murmured.
“In the state he’s in, it will only add to his pleasure.”

“But what about you?” Becca
asked as Truth’s broad crown breached her entrance and his thick shaft started
its inevitable slide to the center of her being. “Won’t it hurt you, too?”

The Twin Kindred had a very
specific type of bond. Their pleasures were doubled and their pain was halved
because they were able to share it. But it came with some drawbacks—such as the
fact that it was painful for one twin to be touching or penetrating their
shared female if the other twin was not touching or penetrating her at the same
time.

“I’m all right.” Far stroked her
cheek and kissed her mouth softly. “This is what Truth wants—what he needs. I
can stand a little discomfort to give him this.”

“But why should you?” Becca
murmured, having another idea. “If you don’t need to?”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…
this.”

As the dark twin’s long, hard
shaft finally slid home inside her, she bent her head and lapped gently at the
light twin’s cock.

Far gave a low, groan and
stroked her hair. “Oh,
mi’now—
that’s
amazing. But you don’t have to…”

“I want to,” Becca murmured,
looking up for a moment. Truth was holding still inside her, as though waiting
for this little exchange to end so he could start fucking her in earnest. “I
want all of you—both of you. Always,” she said simply. And then she bent her head
to the sweet task of sucking and licking the broad head of Far’s cock while
Truth pulled almost all the way out of her pussy and thrust back in again…

Becca didn’t know later how long
it lasted. She had fragmented memories—the deep thrust and pull of the dark
twin’s shaft in her pussy…the salty-sweet taste of the light twin’s precum as
she sucked and licked his cock and took as much of his thick shaft down her
throat as she could…the feel of big, warm hands all over her body and the sound
of all three of them moaning as they climbed the peak together.

At last, it was too much.

Becca felt herself coming
again—felt the orgasm crashing over her, tightening her nipples and making her
sex clench around Truth’s invading shaft. At the same time she could feel her
men reaching their peaks as well through the mental link they all shared.

She moaned around the thick
shaft she was sucking so eagerly and felt both of them pulse at the same
time—Far in her mouth and Truth in her pussy. And then they were coming—all of
them at once—coming together as one and claiming each other all over again.

Becca swallowed the first pulse
of Far’s seed and then let his thick cock slip from her lips to pump the rest
of his cream over her bare breasts. At the same time, she felt Truth pressing
deep inside her, filling her pussy with his cum. God but it felt good to be so
completely claimed by her two men—to have their love inside her, around her,
all over her! To know that they were hers and she was theirs.

They all collapsed in a heap and
lay panting against each other. Becca’s head was pillowed on Far’s chest and
she could feel Truth resting his own head in the curve of her side. It was
nice…cozy and she felt completely happy and fulfilled.

She moaned contentedly and arched her back
as she felt two sets of strong, masculine hands caress her. How could she have
ever been worried about being bonded to two such wonderful men for life? Kat
was completely right—it was amazing to have not one but two delicious Kindred
warriors utterly focused on your pleasure and satisfaction.

“We’re
glad you think so, Mi’now,”
Far sent through the
link all Kindred share with their bonded mates.

Becca gave him a lazy smile and licked her
lips.
“Oh, you heard that, did you?”

“We
most certainly did.”
It was interesting
that Truth’s mental voice was every bit as growly as his speaking one.
“And we’ll be happy to prove you right
again…as soon as we catch our breath.”

“I
agree,”
Far murmured.
“But this time it’s my turn to eat our lady’s pussy. As much as I
enjoy watching you taste her, Brother, I do like to lick her myself from time
to time.”

“Be my
guest,”
Truth sent, licking his lips.
“As long as our lady does not mind going
for…what do they call it? Round two?”
He looked at Becca questioningly.

“Round two it is, boys…” Becca felt a lazy
little smile tug at the corners of her mouth. “But first the two of you are
going to have to clean me up.” She gestured down at herself. “I’m afraid you
left kind of a mess here.”

Far’s black eyes went half-lidded with lust
and Truth growled approvingly.

“Our pleasure, my lady,” the light twin
said. “Our very great pleasure indeed…”

Chapter
Fifteen

“We should stop for the night. Or for the
day at this point since it’s almost dawn,” the big Kindred rumbled, throwing
Tess a glance from the driver’s side of the truck. “You look tired.”

“How could I be tired when you’ve been
doing all the driving?” she protested, shifting so that the ancient leather
seat didn’t press so hard against her wounded back. “Still can’t believe how
fast you picked it up.”

He shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling
with the motion. In the lights of the dash his gorgeous eyes seemed to glow
faintly.

“Kindred are good at piloting and
languages. At least that is what I’m learning aboard my new home, the Mother
Ship.”

“Have you not…” Tess winced as the seat
rubbed her hurt back again. “Not always been there then? Oh wait, of course you
haven’t. Your sister-in-law Becca told me all about the planet you came from.
What was it called again?”

“Pax.” His full, sensual lips got tight
and Tess got the feeling that she’d said something wrong. Should she not have
mentioned his home planet? But he’d given her an intro, talking about what he
was learning on the Mother Ship which was his new home…

Damn
it—I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or say. I still don’t even know why he
wanted to come along with me so badly. So he dreamed of me and I might have
dreamed of him—so what? Are we supposed to be best friends now?

She wasn’t even sure how the big Kindred
really felt about her. Back on the Mother Ship he had appeared to be attracted
to her—but that was when he thought she was a Pairing Puppet. Now, down here on
Earth, he seemed really remorseful about sending her back into Pierce’s waiting
arms—to the point where he just about killed himself to set her free. Then he
had been adamant about coming with her, even when she clearly stated she
didn’t
want any kind of relationship.

As if
he wants a relationship with you, Tess,
sneered a little voice in her head that sounded suspiciously
like Pierce.
Your dress size is in the
double digits and he’s all kinds of gorgeous. He could be with any woman he
wants. Besides, he said he’d taken some kind of vow. So even if he
did
want to be with you, he wouldn’t.
He’s only hanging around because he feels guilty about sending you back to
Pierce.

Shut
up,
she told the little voice grimly.
What do I care why he’s with me? The main
thing is…the main thing is…damn it…what is the main thing? I can’t even think
straight anymore!

She sighed and ran a hand through her
hair. It would be easier to think if her back didn’t hurt so much. The places
where the heavy metal buckle had hit hardest were aching and the cuts where it
had torn and ripped her flesh were stinging. Sitting in this ancient Ford Pickup
which had belonged to Di’s Uncle Jackson for hours on end wasn’t helping any
either.

He’s
right—we ought to stop. Just find some fleabag motel and get some rest for a
couple of hours. After all, we’re out of Florida
now—that should slow Pierce down—maybe even throw him off completely.

Not that she thought her ex would be that
easily deterred. When Pierce saw something he wanted, he went after it with the
ferocity of a rabid bulldog going after a bone. And right now, Tess was the
bone.

Good
thing I have a watchdog of my own to keep me company.
Although she didn’t really think Garron looked much like
a dog. No, if he was an animal he’d probably be a lion or, no…she frowned. He’d
be something else—something fierce but beautiful. Like a hawk maybe? Something
that dived from the sky in search of prey. If she closed her eyes she could
almost see him diving and swooping down from the clouds…

“Hey!” A large, muscular arm was thrown
across her chest, making Tess jump and gasp when it came in contact with her breasts
which were bare beneath the thin t-shirt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to grab you.”
Garron pulled back his arm immediately. “You were starting to pitch forward and
the seat harness didn’t stop you. I was afraid you would hit your head.”

“Oh, I…” Tess blinked her eyes. “I’m
sorry—I must have drifted off. And these seatbelts are old—I guess they’re not
working like they should be.”

“Neither are you.” He gave her a stern
look. “You can’t keep going like this. We need to stop for awhile so that you
can get some rest.”

Tess had to acknowledge he was right.
Though she hated to spend the time and money, she was dead on her feet and her
back was beginning to feel like it was on fire. It was a miserable
combination—dead tired and yet in too much pain to really sleep.

Maybe
if I take a nice cold shower and lay on my stomach in a dark room…

“That sounds perfect,” Garron rumbled and
she realized she must have spoken the thought aloud. “Now where can we find
such a room? Are the natives of your planet friendly—could we ask for a night’s
lodging at some of the domiciles we’re passing?”

Tess nearly laughed.

“Hardly. I mean, maybe once people were
that friendly but not anymore. We’re going to have to get a hotel room.”

“A
what
room?” He frowned.

“Look, over there—” Tess pointed to a sign
on the side of the highway which mentioned several hotels and motels as well as
a McDonalds and a Krispy Kreme. “Take the next exit. There are a couple of
cheap options—one of them will do.”

Garron put on the turn signal, crossed
several lanes of traffic, and exited smoothly without a word. It was nothing
short of amazing how quickly he’d picked up not only the way the truck
operated, but the rules of the road. Maybe, as he said, he simply had a genetic
aptitude for it.

Tess supposed that being genetic traders,
the Kindred
would
have to be able to
assimilate themselves into a new culture as quickly and smoothly as possible.
Presumably that included being able to get around in a new place. Probably the
big Kindred would have done just as well if she’d handed him the reigns of a
horse or the steering yoke of a plane or the controls to a freaking flying
carpet. He was genetically predispositioned to get along wherever he was—at
least his Kindred side was.

She wondered briefly about his other side—what
had Becca called it? Racoon? Rai’quse? Something like that. Should she ask him
about it? She remembered the way his lips had thinned when she asked about Pax.
Okay, well maybe not. But she really wanted to know, even though she probably
shouldn’t. The big Kindred warrior was intriguing to say the least.

“Are any of these establishments
acceptable?” Garron asked as they drove past the rows of strip malls, motels,
and fast food restaurants. “What about that one?” He nodded at a pawn shop.
We Pay Big $$$ for Gold—
the blaring neon
sign screamed in lime green letters. “They appear to be offering something for
gold. The buttons on my uniform shirt are gold plated…”

He glanced down at the deep blue shirt he
wore which seemed to be made of some thick, silky satin material. It did indeed
have gold buttons with a small insignia which Tess assumed was some kind of
Kindred symbol stamped on each one.

“No, that’s a pawn shop,” she said. “You
sell valuables there for money but I don’t expect you to sell the shirt off your
back. I have a little saved—can’t afford to get two rooms though, sorry about
that.”

Garron frowned. “I don’t like the idea of
you paying for me. I should have gotten some Earth money on the Mother Ship
before I came down but I was so frantic when I woke from my dream, I—” He broke
off abruptly, his face turning red. “Never mind.”

“Don’t worry about the money,” Tess said,
wondering what he had been going to say. “You’re doing all the driving—I really
appreciate that.”

“It still isn’t right.” He didn’t look
happy. “I came here to care for and protect you—not take from you.”

Tess didn’t know what to say to that.
There it was again—his insistence that he had to take care of her. What was she
supposed to make of that? And why did he care so much?

“Oh, here—a Holiday Inn.” She pointed at
the familiar green sign, relieved to be able to change the subject. “Pull in
and we’ll see if they have any open rooms.”

Garron obligingly did as he was told,
bringing the car right around to the front of the hotel.

“Good,” Tess said as she grabbed the door
handle and began to fight with it. “Now we’ll just go…go in and see if
they…have a room. Damn it!” she ended, giving up in frustration. “This door is
stuck again!”

“I’ve got it.” Garron was out of the truck
and around to the passenger’s side in an instant. He opened the rusty door
easily and held it open for her.

“Thanks.” Tess smiled at him, feeling a
little shy. Apparently the Kindred were naturals at being gentlemen too. “I
guess chivalry isn’t quite dead.”

He frowned as he gave her a hand down to
the pavement.

“
What
isn’t dead?”

Tess tried to think how to explain.

“Chivalry. It’s uh…an Earth concept. The
idea that a man should treat a lady with respect and do little things like…like
opening her door, carrying her luggage…stuff like that.” She could feel her
cheeks getting warm. “It’s silly, really—I was just thinking that you seem to
be a natural at it.”

“Thank you,” he said, lifting her heavy
duffel out of the back seat. “But I’m just doing what any male would do for any
female.”

“Uh…sure.” Tess nodded, thinking of how
Pierce had never done any of those things. Then again, it wasn’t like they had
traveled much. Her ex had liked keeping her locked away too much to indulge in
any weekend getaways.

She winced as she took a few steps for the
first time in several hours. The last stop they had made was at a gas station
to fill up Uncle Jackson’s fuel guzzling Ford and she had stiffened up
considerably since then.

“Tess…” Garron’s deep voice sounded so
worried she looked around at him.

“What? Is everything okay?”

“No. Your back…” He gestured, concern
written all over his face. “It looks worse—much worse.”

Tess tried to look over her shoulder with
very little success. She couldn’t see much but some dried blood and the motion
really hurt her back and neck. The pain went nicely with the knot of tension
she could feel growing in her gut. She knew her back looked bad—how could it
not? It felt like raw hamburger. But it wasn’t like he had to point it out all
over again.

“I’m not surprised,” she said grimly.
“This kind of thing gets worse before it gets better. Sorry if it grosses you
out—I’ll deal with it once we get in the room. In the mean time here—give me my
sweater out of the duffel.”

She shrugged carefully into the black
sweater. It wasn’t very comfortable but at least it covered the bloody blotches
on the back of her shirt. It also covered her breasts which was good—she felt
more exposed now that she was standing out in the cold night air.

“It’s not that it makes me feel ill, at
least, not for the reason you seem to think.” His voice was hoarse. “You talk
as though you’re used to it—to this level of brutality. I just…I don’t see how
that bastard could have…”

“He beat me with his belt, all right?”
Tess snapped. “The buckle end, which was a first. But it was
not
the first time he came after me. So
yes, I know what to expect. Can we please go get the hotel room now?”

She knew she sounded defensive but she
couldn’t help it. The big Kindred didn’t seem to be the “blame the victim” kind
of guy, but his words reminded her of people she’d met who were.
“Well why did you go back to him? What were
you thinking? Did you really believe him when he said he’d changed?”

You couldn’t explain to people like that how
trapped you felt—how isolated you were once you’d been cut off from your
friends and family, uprooted and moved halfway across the country to a town you
didn’t know, where you weren’t allowed to finish school or have any kind of
decent job. Not in a way they would understand, anyway.

“I’m sorry,” Garron said in a low voice.
“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No,
I’m
sorry.” Tess sighed. “It just hurts like hell and I’m really tired and
cranky right now. I left Pierce months ago and I guess I thought…thought this
part of my life was over.” She motioned at her back. “Guess I was wrong.”

“No.” His eyes flashed. “You were right.
Didn’t I tell you he’ll never touch you again?”

Sure—for
as long as you want to hang around. Until your guilt runs out or you decide you
were dreaming about somebody else and you want to go back to the Mother Ship.

Tess didn’t say any of it out loud. She
simply nodded and gave him a tight smile.

“Forget about me for a minute—how are your
hands?” she said as lightly as she could, trying to change the subject.

“Better.” He held them out, palms up, and
she was surprised to see that the abrasions he’d gotten while yanking the
anti-theft mesh out of the window were almost healed.