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  “Then after I’d gotten her all warmed up, I would move down to her nipples,” Lathe murmured. “Some females like it when you just lap and tease around the nipples with your tongue. Others like it when you suck them hard—deep in your mouth. You have to experiment—see what makes her moan. What makes her wet.”

  “Wet?” Ari asked nervously. She couldn’t help feeling guilty—she herself was wetter than she’d ever been before, with her juices coating her inner thighs. Listening to him talk in the dark about how to make love to a woman while she touched herself was sending her closer and closer to the edge.

  Have to be careful, she thought. What if he figures out what I’m doing?

  But somehow she couldn’t seem to stop.

  “Yes, wet,” Lathe growled. “I love a female whose soft little pussy gets extra wet for me. We Blood Kindred even have a name for a female like that—we call her a numalla.”

  “Numalla?” Ari repeated breathlessly.

  “Mm-hmm. It means, ‘liquid pussy’,” Lathe told her. “There’s nothing better than getting between a female’s thighs and finding her all wet and slippery.”

  Just like I am now. Ari’s fingers moved faster in her pussy and her hips jerked slightly—it was so hard to hold still as her pleasure was building. But somehow she knew she had to try.

  “I love lapping up all the sweet honey on the outside of her pussy…cleaning her with my tongue and marking her with my scent,” Lathe went on in a soft, growling voice. “Then spreading her soft little pussy lips wide and licking her inner folds…putting my tongue deep inside her and tasting her honey straight from the source.”

  “Oh!” Ari gasped and her hips jerked again. Goddess she was so close…

  “Are you touching yourself?” Lathe murmured in her ear.

  Ari’s hand froze between her thighs and her entire body seemed to throb—hot and guilty.

  “I…I…” She bit her lip, not knowing what to say. Would he be disgusted by her? Kick her out of the bunk to freeze? Get angry because he thought she was another male who was pleasuring himself so close to him?

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Lathe murmured, clearly guessing at her consternation. “It’s all right, little one—you can stroke yourself as I talk to you. Just be certain to catch your seed in your hand when you come so you don’t make a mess on the blanket.”

  “Oh…I…” Ari wasn’t sure what to do. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was certain the big Kindred could hear it. Goddess, it was so embarrassing to be caught like this!

  “You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he murmured. Could he read her mind? “It’s all right to feel aroused…to bring yourself pleasure. I’m not upset with you, Ari.”

  “I want…want to hear more about how you, uh, pleasure a woman,” Ari managed at last, trying to get off the subject of the way she was touching herself. “You said you like to…to taste her?”

  “As a Kindred, I have a biological need to taste my lover—to lap and suck her pussy and give her pleasure,” Lathe told her, his voice rough with desire. “There’s nothing better than being on your knees, your face buried between your female’s thighs while you tease her sweet clit with your tongue and lap up her juices.”

  “Oh…” Slowly, Ari’s fingers began moving again, tracing the throbbing button of her own clit as the big Kindred spoke. “And…and after that?” she asked softly.

  “After I’ve brought her to pleasure and made her come with my mouth several times, only then is it time to fill her with my shaft,” Lathe murmured.

  “And how…what position would you take?” Ari whispered.

  “That depends, little one. On if we’re making love…or having bonding sex.”

  “B-bonding sex?” Ari asked. It seemed like he had said something about that before but she didn’t understand what he meant.

  “Bonding sex is the way a Kindred male bonds a female to him for life,” Lathe explained. “It’s deeper than regular sex—a step beyond making love.”

  “And how do you do this, uh, bonding sex?” Ari asked breathlessly. “Say if…if I was a female. How would you bond me to you?” She knew it was dangerous to ask but she couldn’t help it—the words came out of her mouth before she could stop them.

  “Hmm…I would need to be on top of you,” Lathe growled. “Face-to-face and inside you—deep inside you, little one.”

  “You…you would?” Ari managed to say. Her fingers flew, stroking her throbbing clit. “Why…why would we have to be face-to-face?” she breathed.

  “Because I’d need to look into your eyes as I thrust my cock deep inside you,” Lathe growled.

  He was bending over her, looking into her eyes now. Ari’s heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might break out of her body and race away.

  “More,” she managed to whisper. “Then what?”

  “I’d take my time with you,” Lathe promised, his eyes and fangs gleaming in the dim light of the single glow. “I’d spread you wide with my cock and fill you over and over until I knew you were right on the edge, little one.”

  “And then?” Ari panted. Goddess she was close…so close…

  “And then I’d sink my fangs into your neck, biting you and filling you with my essence at the same time I filled your pussy with my cum,” Lathe growled. “And that’s how I’d bond you to me. If you were female,” he added.

  It was on the tip of Ari’s tongue to say, “I am female,” but something held her back. Her secret wasn’t just her sex—it was her life. She was beginning to feel very close to the big Kindred but she’d still known him less than forty-eight hours. If he reacted badly to her deception or if the wrong person found out she was female…well, that would be the end for her here in BleakHall.

  Instead what came out of her mouth was, “Bite me again!”

  Earlier, she’d thought that she couldn’t ask this of the big Kindred because she had no excuse to ask him to bite her. She still didn’t have an excuse but Lathe didn’t seem to mind.

  His big hand stroked up to caress her throat and he turned her head gently to one side, baring her neck for him. He leaned close, his hot breath stirring her hair.

  “Come for me, little one,” he growled softly in Ari’s ear. “Come while I sink my fangs deep in your flesh.”

  Ari felt the four sharp points against her vulnerable skin and then pleasure flooded her again and she was coming…coming so hard all she could do was gasp and moan as the big Kindred shot his essence inside her, invading her and owning her in the most intimate way she’d ever known…

  “Ah!” she gasped as the pleasure seized her and shook her like a rag doll. “Oh, Lathe…oh Goddess, yes…yes!”

  It was the most intense orgasm Ari had ever had and it seemed to go on and on. But at last Lathe withdrew his fangs from her neck and the pleasure ebbed a little, leaving her panting for breath.

  Slowly, she became aware of herself again. Her pussy was still throbbing and she was so wet and sticky between her thighs she felt as though she’d spilled a bottle of warm lotion over herself. What a mess!

  “Goddess,” she whispered. “I…I need to go clean up.”

  “No—don’t leave the bed. You’ll freeze,” Lathe objected.

  “But…” she bit her lip. “You said about…not making a…a mess on the blanket…”

  “Here—give me your hand. The one you used to touch yourself.”

  He held out his own large hand and Ari felt she had no choice. Slowly, she pulled her hand from beneath the thin blanket. Goddess it was embarrassing how wet and sticky her fingers were!

  “See?” she said. “I really need to go wash up. I—”

  But before she could finish, Lathe had taken her hand in his and brought her fingers to his mouth.

  “Gods, little one…your scent is so sweet,” he groaned softly.

  Then, with long, slow, deliberate strokes of his hot, wet tongue, he cleaned Ari’s fingers and hand, lapping away all of her juices as though he enjoyed th