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“I’m just spreading your seed inside me,” Lan’ara said innocently. “My pussy was thirsty for a drink of your cream. Perhaps you’d like to give her another drink soon?”

“I’d love to sweetheart, but you’ve got to give me a chance to recover,” Nate told her. “I’m not a kid anymore, I’m afraid. I need a few minutes to—hey!”

His exclamation of surprise was due to the fact that Lan’ara had reached between his thighs and started stroking his shaft. Almost at once, it began to rise to her touch and came back to full, throbbing hardness.

Nate looked at her in wonder.

“How did you do that?”

“It is a gift the Goddess has given her Kindred daughters—we are able to bring our fated mates back to readiness with a touch in order to give each other more pleasure,” Lan’ara murmured. “Does it please you?”

“Fuck yes, it pleases me!”

Nate rolled over and pulled her closer for a long, searching kiss. When he pulled back, Lan’ara could see the desire in his eyes…and feel his renewed lust blazing through him like a wildfire.

“Let’s see if we can give that thirsty little pussy another drink of my cum, sweetheart,” he growled. “What do you say?”

“I say ‘yes,’” Lan’ara breathed.

She pulled him in for another kiss and they started again…

TWENTY-SEVEN

DAVRIK

“Go on, pick anything you want. Don’t be shy,” Davrik urged as Sonya perused the menu at the upscale restaurant which was located inside the same building that housed The House of a Thousand Flowers.

There were several such establishments as well as many different shops, a spa, an entertainment center, and a Zero-G swimming facility complete with an indoor beach, all located in the same skyscraper. That way the clients could take their favorite ‘flowers’ out on dates without ever having to leave the watchful eye of the security crew.

Davrik had always loved taking his baby girl out to dinner and afterwards they often went shopping. His Sonya had loved “retail therapy”—as she called it—and while he knew many human males despised shopping with their mates, he actually enjoyed it. He loved watching her try on different outfits and seeing the joy on her face when she found just the right one.

Likewise, he enjoyed watching her try new and different foods. But tonight, she seemed indecisive.

“Really—anything you want,” he urged her.

Sonya shook her head as she perused the holo menu hovering in front of her face.

“I just…can’t decide. I mean, I’ll be honest—I can’t read the menu.” She looked up at him with a shrug. “The slaver gave us all a shot of some nasty green stuff that made us able to understand alien languages, but it didn’t enable us to read them. So this menu is literally Greek to me.”

Davrik wished that he’d thought to bring a Translation Bacteria pill with him, but in his eagerness to see Sonya it had slipped his mind. He had some back in his ship of course—every Kindred long-range shuttle was equipped with them—but he didn’t want to leave her side long enough to go get one. The damn proximity and intimacy bracelet might start going off and burn her again! Or another male might try to harm her.

Plus a part of him was afraid that if he even blinked his eyes, she might disappear. After years of being without her, having Sonya in his life again—even if she wasn’t “his” Sonya—was the best feeling in the world. It was like he’d been holding his breath for the past five years and finally he could breathe again.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, waving away the menu, which immediately disappeared when his fingers passed through its light display.

Sonya looked up at him shyly and he knew the answer. She didn’t completely trust him—not yet—but she was learning to. Last night—their first night together—had been a huge stepping stone on that journey.

Davrik had known she would expect him to touch her sexually when he got her ready for bed. But he also knew she wasn’t ready for that—she might not be ready for a long, long time. He didn’t know what kind of trauma she’d endured and until he did—until she felt safe enough to tell him—he wasn’t going to rush things.

So he had taken things slowly. Sonya had told him that she’d already had a shower earlier that day, so he didn’t insist on bathing her. Instead, he simply helped her out of her dress and put her quickly into a lovely but modest nightgown which he had chosen from among her clothes.

Choosing his baby girl’s outfits both for bed and everyday wear, had always been one of Davrik’s joys. Sonya had always claimed that he had a fashion sense better than any designer and she trusted him to dress her every day. She was always getting compliments from colleagues at work about her good taste in clothing.

With his own Sonya, Davrik had often chosen daring or revealing clothing for her to sleep in because she loved showing her body off to him and he loved taking the clothes off her, kissing and tasting her thoroughly, and making love to her slowly afterwards. However, the choice of a modest nightgown that covered this new Sonya from her neck to her toes had been deliberate on his part.

She wasn’t ready to show him herself yet—wasn’t ready to let him take her or taste her. And that was all right—she was worth waiting for. After all, he’d been waiting five long years to see her again—he could take some time to make her comfortable now, Davrik thought.

So he had chosen a modest nightgown and slipped it on her quickly. And though he had spent the night in her bed, he hadn’t yet touched her sexually. In fact, the two of them had slept back-to-back. In that way she could maintain a close proximity to him, which kept the damn bracelet from burning her, without feeling like she had to service him or have any kind of sexual contact with a male she barely knew.

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