Page 25 of Kidnapped By the Beast
This stupid nectar—I can’t even touch myself. I’m broken. What if I never feel normal again?
She thought of asking Dr. Brandt for help…and then remembered how coldly he’d talked to her, telling her she was only here as his test subject. The memory made her burn with shame when she also remembered how much his touch had turned her on. No—forget it. She wasn’t telling him anything.
Hoping to cool down some, she stepped under the waterfall, letting chilly water cascade over her body. The spray dampened her feverish skin, slicking her hair against her shoulders. She tilted her hips and body into the flow, trying to let the chill ease her clit and aching breasts.
For a moment she thought it might work…but within seconds the ache returned, even deeper and sharper than before. The cool water only made her nipples tighten more painfully and her clit was still throbbing for release.
She came out trembling, her thighs sticky and blotted herself dry with a large towel woven from a soft, furry moss. After squeezing the water out of her hair, she went back into the bedroom. On the bed lay a folded garment she hadn’t noticed before. T’linga must have left it.
Lexi lifted it gingerly and groaned. It wasn’t a sleeping gown so much as…lingerie. The fabric was thin and translucent, softer and finer than silk—the color of moonlight through fog. The shoulders draped in wispy straps that left her breasts completely bare. The lower hem parted scandalously at the hips, leaving her pussy visible with every move. It was clearly made to showcase her body, not cover it.
“Perfect,” she muttered bitterly. “Alien Victoria’s Secret.”
Still, she slid into it, the silky fabric clinging to her overheated skin. Every step made her breasts sway and her thighs brush together, reminding her of how swollen and needy she was. Lexi tried to ignore the sensations.
Sleep—I just need some sleep, she told herself.
She crawled under the leafy sheets, pulling the covers to her chin, but there was no escaping the heat. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending buzzing.
Still, she tried to sleep…without success. She tossed and turned, the moss mattress rustling beneath her. She pressed her thighs together, then spread them, then tucked a pillow between them, seeking some kind of relief. None came.
Her nipples ached, her pussy throbbed, her clit begged for attention she couldn’t give it. Soon she was whimpering aloud, biting her lip to keep from crying out as the ache sharpened into near pain.
Suddenly, the curtain of flowering vines between her room and Dr. Brandt’s rustled.
Lexi froze, her heart leaping into her throat. Oh no! Had she woken him up! Was he coming in? Was he?—
The blossoms parted, and Dr. Brandt stepped in, his massive form backlit by the glow of his own chamber. He was shirtless, his broad, muscular chest on display in the pale purple moonlight that slid through the bedroom window. His golden eyes gleamed, sharp and assessing, as he looked down at her.
“Are you all right, Alexandra?” His deep voice was serious, threaded with concern. “I heard you cry out in pain.”
“I—I’m fine,” she lied quickly, her voice trembling. She pulled the leafy covers tighter over her body, though the transparent gown beneath might as well have left her naked.
“I doubt that.”
He didn’t believe her. Of course he didn’t. He came to the side of her bed and turned on a lamp carved from glowing crystal. Its warm light bathed them both, leaving no shadows to hide in. Then he pulled back the covers with a decisive hand.
“Wait—what are you doing?” Lexi demanded, attempting without success to keep hold of the leaf sheets.
“Lie still,” he said firmly, pulling them down. “I’m going to examine you again. You are definitely showing signs of nectar fever. Also, I can tell by your scent how hot and needy you are.” He inhaled deeply and frowned.
Lexi trembled, her blush spreading from her cheeks to her chest as he parted the flimsy gown, exposing her bare breasts completely. His golden eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as his gaze raked over her.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Such a lovely little Elite.”
Lexi’s breath caught in her chest. Natalie had told her once that the Kindred called women with especially full curves Elites. They were considered rare and desirable.
Did Dr. Brandt really think she was beautiful? Or was this just another one of his clinical observations, like commenting on nectar output?
Does he actually want me? Or is this just research?
She had no idea, the questions swirled in her mind as she bit her lip, heart pounding. She didn’t know what scared her more—the possibility that he didn’t want her…or the possibility that he did.
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BRANDT
Brandt sat at the edge of the mossy bed, looking down at Alexandra. The lamplight painted her curves in soft gold, her bare breasts rising and falling with every shaky breath. Gods, she was beautiful. Too beautiful. It was wrong to think this way about her…wrong to feel the tug of desire in his chest and groin. He had sworn never again to call a bride.
