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  She had tried to protest but the alien instructor had stepped in and assured her that it was perfectly normal for her partner to “massage” her breasts with his mouth. Feeling helpless, she had allowed Stavros to bend her over his arm, the better to reach her nipples. He had sucked first one and then the other into his mouth, teasing them with his tongue and nipping gently to make her moan and writhe.

  And all the time Charlie could feel his fangs bracketing her tender peaks. Oh my God, he’s going to bite me—he’s going to bite me! her dreaming self thought but though there was a little fear in the thought, there was actually much more anticipation. The idea of opening herself for his body and fangs made her incredibly hot to the point where she had moaned in protest and disappointment when he finally released her without so much as a single nip.

  Then it was time to remove the bottom part of their clothing. Stavros went first and she blushed to see how big he was—long and thick and throbbing, his cock stood up against his flat belly, almost as if it was beckoning to her.

  “Now it’s my turn to make you naked,” he growled in her ear.

  Charlie would have been nervous but somehow she knew that this would be all right because she had on panties that wouldn’t come off so he could only remove her outer slacks. When he did, her panties stayed on as she had expected. But in the irritating way of dreams, they began act strangely. They shrank smaller and smaller until they were cutting into her hips and giving her pain.

  “Ouch!” her dreaming self exclaimed. “I don’t understand this—the package didn’t say these were shrinking panties when I bought them.”

  “Don’t worry,” dream Stavros murmured. “I can make it stop.”

  He had dropped to his knees in front of her and ripped the panties off with his fangs. Then he looked up at her.

  “Let’s see how hot and wet your pussy is.” His deep voice was thick with lust. Before she could protest two long, thick fingers slipped inside her and thrust hard and deep, making her moan…making her melt.

  “Oh God!” Charlie gasped as he continued to fingerfuck her. “Oh please, Stavros!”

  “Does it feel good? When I touch you this way? When I put my fingers deep inside your hot pussy?” the dream Stavros demanded, his eyes burning.

  “Yes,” she moaned in the dream. “Oh God, yes.”

  “Then you’ll like my tongue there even better.”

  Even in her sleep, Charlie had suddenly felt nervous. She had never felt very comfortable with this act and even in a dream that uncertainty carried over.

  “I don’t know…” she began.

  But the instructor was telling her she must open to her partner—it was an important part of the class. And anyway, Charlie couldn’t have stopped the big Kindred even if she had wanted to— he was already nuzzling between her thighs, his breath hot against her bare pussy.

  Even in the dream, Charlie knew she ought to push him away. Instead, she found herself burying her hands in his hair and pulling him forward. Stavros lifted her leg over his broad shoulder and buried his face between her legs, kissing and licking and sucking her tender pussy until Charlie moaned and pressed against him, trying to give him greater access to her inner cunt.

  Oh God, I shouldn’t…shouldn’t let him do this, she thought in the dream. And then, just as she was about to come, he pulled back and bared his fangs.

  “Oh, please…” dream Charlie moaned. “Please…please do it. Please bite me.”

  With a hungry, lustful growl he struck, his long, sharp fangs piercing her flesh. Her back arched and as the orgasm ripped through her, she knew she never wanted this to end…

  Charlie shook herself, trying to get rid of the disturbing images. She had always had very realistic dreams, including some horrible nightmares as a kid that made her wake up screaming. But this dream…it had been almost like she was actually there experiencing it in real life. It had been so real, in fact, that when she first woke, she had reached down between her thighs, searching for Stavros. He wasn’t there, of course, and when she woke up more completely, she was ashamed to admit how disappointed she was to find it was all a dream. Which was ridiculous, of course. There was no way she wanted to do such things with him in real life, she told herself uneasily.

  After the strange nighttime encounter with her dream partner, Charlie had spent the rest of the night soul searching. Along with seeing a familiar face from her past in the Council room, the dream had been a wake-up call and she’d had to admit that she had allowed herself to get entirely too comfortable with Stavros. No matter that they were on the same side, at least for now, he was still a Kindred and Kindred were the enemy. She couldn’t afford to forget that. She needed to be a whole hell of a lot more professional and a lot less lovey-dovey with her new partner if she was going to get through this without compromising herself any further.

  “That was really brave,” Mei-Li said. “To volunteer like that.”

  Charlie smiled at her. Despite her feeling about the Kindred themselves, she liked their wives. Besides Kat and Becca and Mei-Li there were a pair of sisters called Sophia and Olivia and their cousin Lauren who all seemed genuine and sweet. Not only were they nice, Lauren had also brought a massive tray of cupcakes along with her. Charlie was nibbling a delicious strawberry one, certain it would go straight to her hips and ass. But it tasted so good, she just couldn’t put it down.

  “It’s not brave to prefer doing something to sitting around waiting to have your planet ruined and your emotions stripped away,” she said matter-of-factly.

  “Still, we really appreciate it, doll,” Kat said, smiling at her as she rocked little Shad. Most of the other babies were napping in one of the bedrooms but as Kat explained, the silver-eyed baby almost never slept. “We heard there was no one else who could go and you stepped up,” she said.

  “She didn’t just step up—she barged into the Council room and told them she was going,” the girl named Sophia said. She smiled at Charlie. “Commander Sylvan is my husband and he told me all about it.”

  “There you go.” Her sister, Liv, nodded. “That takes courage in my book.”

  “Yeah, well…” Charlie sighed. “It’s also the kind of thing that got me a reputation as a ‘ball-busting bitch’ back home in Asheville—at least with the guys down at the PD. But sometimes it’s the only way to get what you want.”

  “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about being called anything like that—at least not around the Kindred,” Sophia said thoughtfully. “I know Sylvan really admired your bravery. He said it took a lot of nerve to do what you did.”

  Charlie raised one eyebrow incredulously.

  “You’re telling me there’s a whole race of beings who are mostly male and they’re not the least little bit chauvinistic?”

  “Not much,” Becca said. “They might see you as physically weak because compared to them, you are. I mean, they’re all so big and muscular, you know? But you don’t have to worry about them assuming that you’re mentally incompetent just because you have girly parts.”

  “Amen to that,” Kat said dryly. “A brain and a vagina are not mutually exclusive.”

  “And the Kindred know that,” Liv said.

  “It helps that they worship a goddess—the Mother of All Life,” Sophia remarked, selecting a salted caramel cupcake. “Females are sacred to them—they see us as people to be revered and protected.”

  “And respected,” Liv said firmly.

  “Hmm.” Charlie took another nibble of her cupcake. She was beginning to get a whole new picture of the Kindred and it was in direct contrast with everything she’d believed for years. “You know, Stavros did say something like that to me when I was cuffing him up. About how females were sacred to them.”

  “Cuffing him, huh? Kinky.” Kat grinned at her.

  Charlie felt her cheeks getting hot again.

  “It wasn’t like that. I was apprehending him—he was my prisoner.”

  “And then he got loose and you were his