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“You’re tasting my nectar for the first time, that’s all,” Lan’ara assured him. “My body makes it just for you. Do you like it?”

Nate licked his lips again.

“Tastes kind of like honey—sweet and delicious.” He frowned. “Uh, do you want me to suck it out of you?”

“It brings me intense pleasure to have your mouth on my breasts,” Lan’ara told him truthfully. It was true—she loved the feeling of his lips wrapped around the tight point of her nipple and the hot way he sucked her. She stroked his hair. “My nectar is just for you, Nate. If you want it, please take it.”

“God, baby—I do want it. I want you,” he admitted hoarsely.

“Then suck me,” Lan’ara said simply. Arching her back, she offered her bare breasts enticingly. “Take what you want, my human…my mate. Take what you need.”

With a low growl, Nate took her at her word. Leaning down, he sucked her nipple back into his hot mouth and drew hard on it, drawing the sticky nectar from her breast.

Lan’ara threw back her head and moaned with the deep sensation. With each suck and swallow of the Healing Nectar, she felt her reservoir being depleted. But at the same time, his lust filled her and she could feel the suction of his mouth all the way down in her pussy, which was wetter than she could ever remember.

“Nate!” she moaned, carding her fingers through his hair again. “Oh Goddess, yes! Drink of me! Take what you need! That feels so good!”

Nate’s lust redoubled at her words and he finished with her first breast and latched on to the other. Big, warm hands cupped her full mounds and he kneaded restlessly as he sucked. Each deep pull was like a bolt of pure desire deep inside her and Lan’ara had to press her thighs together to control the pleasure that was building there.

But even the lust raging between them wasn’t enough to counteract the draining of her energy as he sucked the Healing Nectar from her breasts. She could feel herself getting weaker and weaker, but she didn’t want to tell him to stop. With each swallow of the nectar, more of the painful fracture in his mind was healed. She could feel her life-force pouring into him, mending the pain and erasing the hurt…filling in the cracks.

“Nate,” she whispered, arching her back to offer him more. “Don’t stop…don’t stop. Take more…as much as you need.”

THIRTY-FOUR

NATE

Nate’s cock was so hard it ached. He sucked her tight nipple as deeply into his mouth as he could and the sweet nectar poured down his throat. It tasted like warmth and honey and sunshine. With every swallow he felt more whole, more complete. It was almost as though years of pain and trauma were being erased—as though Lan’ara was healing him by offering her body in this deeply intimate way.

She moaned softly and carded her fingers through his hair, which only made him harder. God, he loved the taste of her—the feel of her sweet, curvy body pressed against his own much larger frame.

I’m getting fucking addicted to her, he thought, but it didn’t seem like a bad thing. The beautiful Kindred woman wanted him—even with all his scars and his painful past, she cared for him…maybe even loved him. How could that be wrong?

It took him a few moments to realize that her fingers had stopped moving in his hair. A moment after that, he registered the fact that she had stopped moaning encouragement.

Letting her nipple slip from his lips, he rose up a little to look down into her face.

“Lan’ara? Baby, are you okay?” he murmured. He cupped her cheek but she didn’t answer him.

Concerned, Nate turned her face towards the firelight. To his horror, it looked like she had fainted…or maybe she was having some kind of a seizure. Her eyes were rolled up and her breathing was light and shallow.

“Lan’ara?” He patted her cheek, panic creeping into his chest. “Lan’ara? Please, baby—are you okay? Come back to me!”

But she remained unresponsive. What should he do? Nate remembered how Teetsook, the Forest Dweller as Lan’ara had called him, had told him he had to feed her positive emotions.

For a moment he cupped her cheek again and tried to think happy thoughts. But hadn’t he just been filled with lust and desire only a moment ago? Lan’ara herself had told him that his sexual desires were some of the most intensely positive emotions he had. If giving her those deep feelings didn’t help her, how were thoughts of baby rabbits and rainbows and shit like that supposed to do anything?

I have to get her help—something is wrong here. Really fucking wrong!

“Just hang on, sweetheart—going to find someone for you,” Nate told her. Though who he could call for help, he had no idea. After all, he was on an alien planet and he knew hardly anything about their social structure here. Still, he had to try.

Quickly he pulled on a pair of the loose white trousers and stepped outside the hut. It was nighttime and the area around the hut was deserted, the stars winking overhead like silent jewels. But then he saw a glow down on the beach—someone was there and had built a fire. Maybe they could help—or at least tell him who to call for help.

With no other option, Nate ran for the beach. A few long strides brought him to an old woman with wrinkled, pale green skin sitting beside a driftwood fire.

“Hey—excuse me! Can you help me or tell me who to call for a medical emergency?”

She looked up at him, frowning disapprovingly.

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