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  “Harper, sweetheart…” Shad gave her a level look, his pale eyes burning. “I know this feels strange and wrong to you but we don’t have much time. You need to let me help you.”

  “By sucking this weird nectar stuff out of my breasts?” Harper looked at him incredulously. “How can you even want to do that?”

  “I want to because it’s you—part of you,” he said gently. “I want to do anything I can to keep you from hurting, Harper.”

  Harper wanted to hang back—to protest again that this was gross and he shouldn’t want to do it. But as Shad settled back on the bed, his broad shoulders against the curving headboard of the round bed, she realized she had no choice. Still, a large part of her was nervous.

  “What about after you, uh, suck them—suck me, I mean?” she asked in a shaking voice. “And your body breaks down the nectar to make the, uh, antidote. What about the body fluids part? Which, um, fluids are you planning on using to cure me?”

  “You’re thinking of the girls in the tent—of the way they let those males use them,” Shad growled.

  Harper nodded, her cheeks hot. She could still see Bianetta thrusting herself on the strange male’s cock while he sucked her full breasts. She supposed they must keep their new girls in some kind of isolation until the four hour window had passed although Pie-lo had certainly been willing to sell her early. God, if Shad hadn’t come along just when he had…

  “I won’t make love to you—won’t fill you with my seed.” There was iron in the big Kindred’s voice when he spoke which drew her out of her unhappy thoughts. Harper had a feeling he was telling himself as much as her. “But there are other things we can do to make certain the cure gets from me to you,” he continued.

  “What other things?” Harper still hung back, uncertain. If he wasn’t going to make love to her, what was he planning to do?

  Shad patted his lap. “You’ll see. Time is running out, Harper. Unless you want to be stuck like this for the rest of your life, you need to come let me help you now.”

  When he put it like that, Harper knew she didn’t have a choice.

  Biting her lip, she turned to face him.

  “That’s right,” he murmured softly. “Straddle me, sweetheart. Makes it easier for me to reach your breasts.”

  “All right.” Harper threw a leg over his lean hips and muscular thighs and then settled in his lap, facing him. She made certain, though, that she was supporting most of her weight on her knees. She didn’t want to rub up against him like a cat in heat—especially when she didn’t have any underwear on under the green robe.

  Despite her precautions, she felt awkward and ashamed, sitting there with her huge breasts thrusting into his face but Shad didn’t seem to mind.

  They’re so big now and they ache, she thought miserably. I look like a freak—look deformed! How can he want to do this?

  “It’s all right, Harper,” Shad murmured, as though reading her thoughts. He stroked her hot cheek lightly. “You’re beautiful—always so beautiful to me. Don’t be afraid.”

  “I…I’m not afraid,” Harper said. “I’m just…ashamed.”

  “Don’t be,” he said firmly. “This isn’t your fault and we’re going to fix it right now.”

  His words seemed to soothe Harper’s humiliation. It was just a bad situation that had to be gotten through, she told herself. She tried to ignore the throbbing in her pussy and made sure she wasn’t pressing against him as Shad began.

  Lightly, he palmed her heavy globes, his thumbs making idle circles around her blackberry-dark nipples.

  “Slowly at first,” he murmured to her. “Gently.”

  Harper had to bite back a moan as he leaned forward and kissed the slope of one breast and then the other. Though she tried to keep herself clenched below the waist, she could feel her pussy opening—spread by her wide stance as she straddled him. She looked down at herself, making sure she was covered with the green robe. God, he was already driving her crazy and he hadn’t even sucked her nipples yet! And still Shad took things slowly.

  “I…I thought you were going to suck them,” she blurted at last when he continued to lay soft, open-mouthed kisses all over her swollen breasts without actually touching her aching nipples. “You’re driving me crazy, Shad!”

  “Forgive me. I wanted to get you warmed up first.” His deep voice came out low and hoarse.

  “I’m plenty warm,” Harper assured him and it was nothing but the truth. She could feel her pussy juices beginning to slide down and dampen her outer thighs. It was embarrassing and arousing at the same time. “Please, Shad,” she whispered, not wanting to beg but not being able to help it. “Please, I need…need you to start.”

  “Of course, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to tease you. Let me help you now.”

  Looking into her eyes, he planted his hands firmly on her ass and drew her closer to him. Then, still holding her gaze, he swirled his tongue around Harper’s aching right bud and sucked it deep into his mouth.

  “Oh…oh!” Harper moaned, clutching his broad shoulders as he began to draw the nectar from her. It felt so good—so right—like she could feel the hard suction of his mouth not only on her nipple but right between her thighs in her aching pussy.

  Now she understood the willingness of the girls at the nursing tent to let complete strangers drain their breasts. The need to be emptied and the pleasure each suck brought was so strong it overcame almost any other hesitation she might have felt. Instead, she pressed herself forward eagerly, silently begging Shad to take her even deeper and suck harder.

  After the first necessary swallow to allow his body to process her nectar into an antidote, Harper had expected him to take a break to spit out the pale purple nectar. Instead he swallowed again and then again, and continued to suck.

  Oh God, how could he stand it, she wondered hazily. Did he actually like the taste?

  You certainly liked the taste of the sex-milk—maybe it tastes the same, whispered a little voice in her brain. Harper shoved it away and tugged reluctantly on Shad’s thick black hair.

  “Wait,” she made herself say. “You’ve probably had enough to, uh, make the antidote. Don’t…don’t you want to, uh, spit it out now?”

  Shad released her nipple and shook his head.

  “It’s delicious,” he murmured. “You’re delicious, sweetheart. All of you.”

  “Sweetheart” was nice but Harper wished secretly that he would call her “Kallana” again. Then she decided that was a really bad idea if they ever wanted to go back to keeping their distance, as Shad had put it, after this was all over.

  “I still don’t know how you’re going to cure me,” she whispered as he nuzzled her heavy breasts again. “I mean, how exactly—”

  “Gently,” Shad murmured. Holding her eyes with his, he sucked her tight nipple deep into his mouth again. He sucked it deep and hard, drawing the nectar from her, and then swallowed deliberately.

  “Oh my God,” Harper whispered unsteadily. She shifted, wishing her pussy didn’t feel quite so needy and swollen but there didn’t seem to be anything she could do about it. With each deep pull of her breast into his mouth, she got hotter and wetter.

  Shad didn’t stop either. He continued to drink her nectar and soon it was beginning to feel like a mini-orgasm each time he sucked her nipple. But though her pleasure was building faster and faster, she still hadn’t reached that elusive peak.

  Harper squirmed in his lap and found she couldn’t hold herself up above him anymore. With a low moan, she sank down and rested her open pussy against his leather-clad pelvis. The rigid lump under his tight black trousers let her know that the big Kindred was getting as turned on as she was.

  A low groan vibrated her nipple and then he released her for a moment to speak.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he growled hoarsely. “Let yourself down on me. Just relax and let me suck your sweet peaks.”

  “All right,” Harper whispered. She tried not to wi