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  “I don’t believe it will be painful to you at all,” he said. “But if you like, I can touch you first before applying any pressure.”

  “But that’s all I did was just touch myself. And I…” Emily shook her head. She hated to be a coward but the pain had been really sharp and awful. “I just…don’t know.”

  “Emily, look at me.” Tragar lifted her chin, raising her face so that he could look into her eyes. She was surprised to see the gentleness in his golden gaze. “I won’t hurt you,” he rumbled. “Please trust me.”

  “I…” For some reason she felt strangely breathless. “All right,” she said at last. “I…I trust you. You can try.”

  “Thank you.” He held her gaze a moment longer before releasing her chin and stroking his knuckles gently over her hot cheek. “I’ll go slowly,” he promised. “I’ll barely touch you at first, I swear it.”

  “All right,” she whispered.

  He nodded again and reached forward slowly to cup her right breast in his large left hand. They were facing each other and she couldn’t help stiffening at first. But her full globe settled naturally into his big palm and for right now, all she felt was the warmth of his skin against hers.

  Just wait though, whispered a little voice in her head. He hasn’t even tried to touch your nipple yet. Just wait until he—

  “Ohhh…” The soft sound fell out of her as he lifted his thumb and traced very, very lightly around the very outer edge of her newly puffy areola.

  “Are you all right?” He looked up, catching her eyes as he continued to move the pad of his thumb gently around the edge of her swollen pink peak.

  “Yes, it…it doesn’t hurt,” Emily admitted. Actually, she was having a different kind of sensation from his light touch—one she didn’t want to admit even to herself. “You…you can try a little more, I guess,” she whispered, mesmerized by the sight of her breast being cupped in his large hand.

  “Like this?” His thumb moved inward, tracing another circle—this one right around the tight bud of her nipple.

  “Y-yes.” Emily bit her lip at the way he was touching her—almost but not quite caressing the nipple itself. His gentle stroking had started a strange, new pulling sensation low in her abdomen—and a deep ache between her thighs.

  “May I touch your peak?” he murmured. “Do you feel ready to let me try?”

  “Yes, I…yes, do it.” Emily nodded and watched as his thumb stopped circling and skimmed lightly over the tight pink bud of her nipple. “Oh!” she gasped as a jolt of pleasure went through her.

  He pulled back his thumb at once.

  “Did it hurt?”

  “No, I…” How could she tell him his touch had given her the exact opposite of hurt? That it gave her extreme pleasure instead? It was too embarrassing. “I’m fine,” she said instead, trying to make her voice sound normal instead of breathy and out of control. “I…you can go on now, I guess. I mean, you can squeeze as long as you’re really, really careful.”

  “I will but…” He cleared his throat. “If you’ll forgive me, the test is more accurate if performed with both peaks at once.”

  “Oh, you want to…to do both?” Emily bit her lip. But he was already palming one of her breasts and tracing her nipple lightly with his thumb. She supposed it couldn’t hurt to let him touch both at once. “All right,” she said at last. “Just…take it slow, all right?”

  “Of course.” He brought up his other hand and slipped it under the heavy globe of her left breast. “Beautiful,” he murmured hoarsely, under his breath.

  Emily had an idea he was talking more to himself than to her but she still couldn’t help blushing. God, was she really doing this? Sitting here with a strange alien male she hadn’t even known a day ago and letting him stroke and caress her bare breasts? Not only that—an alien male who was sent to kill you, pointed out a little voice in her brain. But that seemed beside the point now. Unless he was intending to kill her with pleasure which seemed like a distinct possibility.

  “Oh.” She couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her as he circled both nipples at once, stroking her sensitive points with his thumbs and watching for her reaction. He seemed to understand that her exclamation wasn’t one of pain because he didn’t withdraw but only looked up to catch her gaze.

  “I’m going to squeeze you now, Emily” he murmured. “Very gently at first but then harder if you can take it. We need to be sure if your nectar is flowing yet or if it’s just coming in.”

  “All…all right,” she whispered breathlessly, wishing the uncomfortable pleasure between her legs would go away. Instead it only grew as he took her tight nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ignore the heat and wetness gathering there and the way her pussy felt so hot and swollen as he began to squeeze.

  Emily thought she was prepared in case the pain came back but as the big Kindred applied pressure to her tight peaks, the last thing she’d expected happened. A pleasure every bit as sharp and bright as the agony she’d felt earlier with her own touch flared through her.

  “Ah!” she gasped as the whipcrack orgasm raced through her body. “Oh, God!” She jerked forward, pressing her breasts against his hands involuntarily, as though her body was begging for more. Her pussy was suddenly on fire with need.

  The orgasm was such an unfamiliar sensation that at first Emily didn’t even know what had happened. She’d been completely sexless ever since the rape. She’d tried never to think about sex or watch sexy movies or read even mildly spicy romance novels. Touching herself—which she had sometimes indulged in during college before that awful night with Grayson—was out of the question. She just didn’t want anything to do with any of it.

  But now the big Kindred had given her the first orgasm she’d had in years and just from squeezing her nipples. It was a sharp, quick pleasure that was over almost as soon as it started but his touch on her breasts had definitely made her come.

  “Emily?” He was looking at her with concern in his golden eyes but didn’t quite release her nipples. “What happened?” he asked softly. “Was it painful?”

  “No, just…” She took a ragged breath, trying to still her pounding heart. She could still feel the aftershocks from the intense pleasure running from her tight nipples to her pussy. Her pussy which suddenly felt incredibly wet and swollen. “Just unexpected,” she finally managed to gasp out.

  He raised an eyebrow at her, clearly wanting to know what was going on. But Emily wasn’t about to tell him she’d just had her first orgasm since college just from him pinching her nipples. She pressed her thighs together tightly, hoping he wouldn’t guess.

  “Um…what about the test?” she said, trying to gather her scattered thoughts and get back to the point. “What happened?”

  “See for yourself,” he rumbled, releasing her nipples to her mingled regret and relief.

  Emily looked down and saw a small bead of cloudy amber liquid perched at the tip of her right nipple and another, slightly larger one perched on the left. It looked a little like honey that had started to crystallize.

  “Oh my God,” she said unsteadily. “What…what does that mean?”

  “It’s not as bad as I feared.” Tragar studied the small beads of liquid thoughtfully. “There isn’t much nectar and it is thick and not too clear.”

  “And that’s good because…?” Emily asked, still looking at her breasts.

  “When you are fully into Scintil the nectar should run clear and flow easily,” he rumbled. “I have heard stories of Khalla whose breasts ran like fountains with their sweet nectar.”

  “What?” Emily shook her head in disbelief. “You’re telling me that soon I’ll be shooting this stuff everywhere? That I’ll be flowing like a fountain?”

  He looked at her, his golden eyes half-lidded with some emotion she was afraid to name.

  “It’s thought to be very beautiful by our people, Emily. Flowing nectar demonstrates a Khalla’s fertility