Page 37 of Kidnapped By the Beast
What would it feel like if it were my cock inside her instead of my fingers?
His mind immediately pictured the forbidden image. Alexandra spread beneath him…her thick thighs trembling…her soft body arching upward. Her full breasts bouncing with each thrust, nectar spilling from her swollen nipples as he fucked deeply into her…her lush lips parted to release those desperate little moans she couldn’t hold back when she was about to come…
He groaned under his breath, his cock jerking hard.
Stop it. Don’t think of her like that. She’s your assistant. Your test subject. She’s?—
But the images wouldn’t stop.
He pictured flipping her onto her knees, his hands reaching around to cup her full breasts and tug her tight peaks while he slid his cock into her from behind. Her tight heat gripping him…her ass still red from his spanking…her cries and gasps as she called his name. He imagined his hips pounding against her full ass, his balls slapping against her tight clit as he filled her over and over…
Or rolling her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head as he sank into her slowly, watching her eyes widen as inch after inch disappeared inside. Her legs would be spread wide as he bottomed out, his cock buried to the hilt in her hot, clenching pussy as she took every bit of him, even the knot—especially the knot. She’d gasp and arch her back, her nectar gushing as she came on his thickness, milking him with the same desperate intensity she’d shown when his fingers were inside her.
Brandt’s breath came ragged, his chest rising and falling. His cock was so hard it hurt, pressing against the loose fabric of his sleep trousers. He ought to go change but he couldn’t bear the thought of putting on his tight black flight leathers—the pressure would be unbearable.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
You swore to the Goddess, he reminded himself. You took an oath when your wife died. No bride…no mate…no woman ever again. You cannot break that vow—not even for Alexandra.
But even as he thought it, her flushed, tear-streaked face rose before him. Her sobs when he spanked her. Her moans when he fingered her. The way her body had betrayed her so completely.
And he couldn’t help the filthy thought that tore through him like fire.
If she squeezed my fingers that tightly…how tight would she squeeze my cock?
Brandt groaned and dug his nails into his thighs, fighting for control. Science. Duty. The Bacillus. That was what mattered. Not his hunger…not the way she made him feel alive for the first time in years.
But his body didn’t care about science. His cock throbbed, his balls heavy with seed and his thoughts black with lust.
He forced himself to ignore his desire and got up to get things ready—Alexadra was ripe to be milked and he must do his job and continue his research.
But he knew, deep down, this was only the beginning.
19
LEXI
Lexi clutched her robe like it was armor, tugging the flimsy fabric tight across her breasts as though it could shield her from the bright, humming lab. The bioluminescent walls glowed faintly, casting everything in an eerie violet light, and the moss-padded table in the center of the room looked far too much like an altar.
“Take it off,” Dr. Brandt commanded, his deep voice resonant. “The robe has to go—I need you bare for milking.”
Her heart lurched. She’d only just put the robe back on—she didn’t want to be naked again!
“No! I don’t want?—”
He didn’t wait to hear her protest. His big hands caught the sash and pulled. The robe fell open, sliding off her shoulders to puddle around her feet.
Lexi gasped, her arms flying up to cover herself, but the big Kindred caught her wrists easily and tugged them down. His golden eyes blazed as he looked at her.
“No hiding,” he said sternly. “I must see everything while I milk you. I need access to your entire body, Alexandra.”
Humiliation and heat warred inside her, her nipples hard, her thighs quivering.
How can he just act like I’m his? Like I belong to him—his property to strip, bare and trembling before him?
Before she could protest again, Dr. Brandt bent and scooped her up. She squeaked, her bare breasts pressing against his broad, bare chest. His warm scent surrounded her, making her body react.
Oh God, why does he have to smell so good?
