Switched: Brides of the Kindred 17 (22 page)

One of the nice things about the Mother Ship
was the bathing pool that each guest suite came equipped with. It
was a bathtub big enough to swim in, especially for someone Kate’s
size and the water in it was lightly scented and deliciously
warm.

Rone called for dim lighting and a soft,
golden glow filled the bathing room. He managed to strip them both
without letting Kate go and then descended the broad marble steps
with her still in his arms.

“
Let me know if it’s too
hot,” he told her as they slipped noiselessly into the steaming
water.

It
was
a little on the warm side but
Kate didn’t mind. The dream always left her feeling chilled to the
bone—the hot water lapping around her felt amazing.

With a sigh, she rested her head against
Rone’s broad chest.

“
Mmm, this feels so good.
You were right, honey—it’s exactly what I needed.”

“
What you need is to be
taken care of.” Rone reached for a big, puffy sponge which exuded a
natural, sweet smelling foam. It was yet another creature the
Kindred had found and modified to their uses. As Kate understood
it, the sponge creature had used to exude the foam as a natural
defense against predators. Now it had been genetically modified to
release the delicious smelling essence whenever it was squeezed.
Its scent reminded her of coconuts and strawberries and something
else she couldn’t quite name. Cinnamon? Vanilla? Kate didn’t know,
she only knew she loved it.

She purred with pleasure as Rone stood her
in front of him and began washing her. Her long, curly red hair was
already up in a bun at the back of her neck because she didn’t like
to sleep with it loose, so he started at the nape of her neck.
Stroking the sponge gently over the hollow of her throat and the
curve of her shoulders, he kneaded tense muscles as he went,
murmuring soothing words that made her relax almost as much as the
hot water and the tender massage.

“
Gods, you’re so
beautiful,
Lalli,”
he murmured hoarsely as he soaped her arms and then the sides
of her breasts. He was so big she felt completely surrounded by
him, encircled as she was by his long, muscular arms. It was a
wonderful, safe feeling she never wanted to end.

She drew in a little breath as he continued
to wash her—her full breasts were floating in the water, the hard
nipples just above the surface. Though Rone soaped the rest of her,
scrubbing gently with the sponge, he was careful to avoid the taut
pink peaks.

Kate knew her mate was trying to be
respectful—Rone hadn’t meant for this bath to turn sexual—he was
more interested in making sure she was warm and comfortable. But
she couldn’t help it—his big hands on her body turned her on,
making her feel hot and restless as he stroked gently over her more
sensitive areas.

“
It…it’s okay,” she
whispered breathlessly. “You can wash me there—wash my breasts if
you want to.”

“
Not trying to cop a feel
as you humans say,” Rone protested. “I just wanted to make you feel
good.”

“
It does make me feel good
to have your hands on me,”
Kate sent
through their mental link.
“Go ahead and
touch me—I want you to.”

“
If that’s what you really
want, baby, I’ll be more than happy to.”

With a soft, hungry growl, Roan abandoned
the sponge and cupped her breasts in his big, warm hands. Kate drew
in a ragged breath as he plucked gently at her nipples, sending
sparks of fire from her sensitive peaks to the cleft between her
thighs.

“
Rone…” she moaned aloud,
pressing back against him. She could feel his long, hard shaft
branding her lower back and wished she could get him between her
thighs. But he was so much taller than her it was
impossible.

“
No, not exactly
impossible,”
he sent and she realized he
must have heard her through their link.
“But I don’t need to be between your thighs yet—I haven’t
finished washing you.”

Kate gave a soft gasp as one of his big,
warm hands dipped below the surface of the water and cupped her
pussy.

“
All right, baby?” she
heard him murmur in that deep, soft voice of his. “You like to feel
me stroking your soft little pussy?”

“
Yes,”
Kate whispered, hardly aware if she was speaking aloud or not
as she nestled herself more fully into his broad palm. “Yes,
I
love
it.”

“
Should I wash you inside
too?” His deep voice held a teasing note. “Want me to spread that
sweet little cunt of yours and wash deep inside your pussy,
baby?”

Kate squirmed in his arms.
God, she
loved
when he talked dirty to her!

“
Yes,” she moaned
breathlessly. “Yes,
please,
Rone!”

“
All right then, just
relax and let me wash your soft little pussy,” he
murmured.

Kate tried but it was hard to relax in his
hand, hard not to buck her hips up to meet him, begging mutely for
more. She didn’t have to beg for long—using two long fingers, Rone
spread the outer lips of her pussy and a warm rush of water
caressed her inner folds.

“
Oh!”
Kate writhed helplessly against his hand. She was so
sensitive down there lately—the lightest touch seemed to set her
off. Rone seemed to know it too—he barely touched her, lightly
caressing around the swollen button of her clit with the tip of one
finger.

Sensations shot through
her until Kate felt like she couldn’t breathe. God, how did he
always know just how to touch her? If he kept this up she was going
to come…come so
hard
.

But I don’t want you to
come on my hand.
Rone’s mental voice was a
low, lustful growl.

“
Rone!” she protested
aloud as he slowly withdrew his hand. “Why did you stop? I was
so
close.”

“
I know how close you are,
baby,” he murmured. “And believe me, I’m going to get you there—I
promise.”

He went to the side of the bathing pool and
began to arrange some towels.

“
What are you doing?” Kate
asked, wading over to him.

“
This.” Gently, he took
her by the waist and lifted her as though she weighed no more than
a doll. He deposited her carefully on the folded towels so that she
was sitting on the edge of the pool with just her legs in the
water. Then he wrapped another dry towel around her shoulders to
keep her from getting cold.

“
Rone?” Kate looked at him
uncertainly as he got into position between her thighs. Being a
Wulven Kindred, he needed to taste her often and spent a lot of
time pleasuring her with his tongue but it was almost always in the
bedroom. Kate didn’t mind—they even used the Tasting Swing
sometimes so that she could hang comfortably suspended while Rone
went down on her for hours. But somehow, despite all their
adventures into oral love, they had never done it in the
bathtub.

“
That’s because we never
had a bathing pool before,”
Rone sent,
kissing her inner thigh and looking up at her.
“Let’s take advantage of it.”

“
All right.” Kate smiled
and stroked one hand through his thick, wild black hair. Her mate
was so big that even with her sitting above him on the lip of the
pool he still had to crouch to get to her. Not that he appeared to
mind.

“
Lalli,”
he murmured, running his tongue gently up the
inside of her thigh.
“Just relax and let
me taste you…let me make you feel good.”

“
All…all right,” Kate
whispered, spreading her legs a little wider for him. She watched
as he got to her pussy and rubbed his cheek against the light
thatch of red curls at the top of her mound.

“
Mmm…” The sound was a
growl of pure pleasure. “Love your scent, baby…you smell so
good…taste so good…”

“
I…I’m glad you like it.”
Kate felt a sudden surge of need—the feeling that she
had
to have him touch
her. Tightening her grip on his thick hair, she pulled him closer,
urging him in.

Rone seemed to love her aggressive gesture
because he looked up at her with an expression of pure lust.

“
That’s right, baby—show
me where you need me. Put me in just the right spot to give your
sweet little pussy pleasure.”

In answer, Kate tugged him again and pressed
her hips up demandingly.

“
Less talk, more
action,”
she sent through the link, only
half joking.

Rone didn’t waste any more words. Instead,
he spread her outer pussy lips with his thumbs and dived in,
tasting her pussy in one long, slow lick that started at the bottom
and ended at the very top of her slit.

“
Ah!” Kate gasped as his
hot tongue dragged over the sensitive bump of her clit. “Oh
God…Oh,
Rone!”

He lapped her again, taking his time,
savoring her flavor and then began dragging magical circles around
her clit, making Kate jump and moan with each circuit he made. She
couldn’t believe how hot it was, sitting on the edge of the pool,
looking down as he moved between her legs, watching as he lapped
and sucked and tasted her swollen pussy.

It was the sight almost as much as the
pleasure of his tongue on her that pushed her over the edge.
Suddenly the pleasure that had been building inside her came to a
peak and she gasped and tightened her grip on his hair.

Rone knew exactly what her gesture meant.
Gripping her hips in his massive hands, he pressed his tongue deep
inside her, eager to taste her honey as it flowed from her
well.

“
Oh…
Oh!”
Kate’s back arched and her toes
curled as she pressed up to meet him, riding his face shamelessly,
giving in to the pleasure completely. And through it all, Rone
stayed with her, his mouth still busy between her thighs, his big
hands holding her steady as she bucked and writhed under
him.

Kate moaned as the orgasm
flowed through her and over her and Rone’s long, hot tongue lapped
away her juices. Oh God,
this
was what she needed and she knew Rone needed it
too. Wulven Kindred hungered for their mates, craved their taste
almost to the point of desperation. The big Kindred would spend the
whole night between her thighs if she let him—but Kate was suddenly
exhausted.

As the pleasure finally ebbed, she sagged
back on her arms, her energy completely spent.

Rone felt her movement and looked up, his
mouth and chin shiny with her nectar.

“
Kate? Baby, are you
okay?”

“
Fine…” Kate’s voice was
faint with fatigue. “Just really…really
tired
all of a sudden.”

“
It’s the pregnancy,” Rone
murmured. “Commander Sylvan said it would make you really tired
carrying three babies at once—especially during the first
quadmester.”

“
I’m sorry…”Kate felt a
yawn coming and couldn’t stop it. “I wanted…wanted to make
love.”

Rone raised an eyebrow at her.

“
What do you think we’ve
just been doing?”

“
Yes, but you didn’t get
to…to…” Kate gestured at him and yawned again.

“
Yes I did—twice.” He
grinned at her wolfishly. “You always forget that I come when I
taste you.”

“
Oh…that’s right.” Kate
yawned again. “Honestly, I can hardly keep my eyes open now. What’s
wrong with me?”

“
You’re pregnant—thrice
expectant,
Lalli.”
Rone dried himself off and made her stand so he could blot
all the water off Kate as well. Then he lifted her gently into his
arms and tucked her head against his chest. “Some fatigue is to be
expected. But are you warm and comfortable now? Do you think you
could go back to sleep?”

“
If you hold me.” Kate
looked up at him, feeling her heart surge with love. “As long as
I’m in your arms I’ll feel safe enough to sleep.”

“
Of course, baby—I’ll hold
you all night,” he promised gently. Cradling her to him, he took
her back to bed and placed her gently between the sheets. As he
slipped in beside her and pulled her close to his big body, Kate
felt herself relaxing as all the fear and worry the dream had
brought to her slipped away.

But her last thought before she drifted off
was of the prophesy. Where was the one who “Jumps True?” What was
he doing and would he come in time to save them from the threat she
felt growing…or would he be too late?

Chapter Ten

“
You want to put hot wax
where
again?” Kerov demanded, looking at the bored female technician
in disbelief, wondering how he had gotten into this mess in the
first place. Oh right, it was Frankie’s best friend, Lacy, who had
been the cause of it all. She had given him the impression that he
was keeping a medical appointment for Frankie. To his horror, he
was beginning to find out this wasn’t so.

He had thought it
was odd when they got to the facility called “Wax me Beautiful” and
he was led into a small back room barely larger than a closet.
There was nothing there but a padded exam table covered in sterile,
crackling paper and a small pot full of bubbling yellow liquid.