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  “Just want to rub my cheek against you, that’s all,” Rone reassured her. “It’s a Kindred thing—we have scent glands around our mouths that help us mark our mates. I won’t go further than you want me to—I promise. Not until you’re ready.”

  “Well…I guess that would be all right,” Kate said. “If…as long as you don’t pull down my panties.”

  “Not until you’re ready.” He kissed her knee again and then scooted forward and pressed one scratchy cheek against the tender flesh of her inner thigh.

  Kate bit back a moan, enjoying the rough feel of his face against her sensitive skin.

  Rone nuzzled against her, rubbing against her inner thighs a long time before he finally pressed his cheek to the lace of her panties.

  Kate felt her hands clench into fists of tension in the quilt on either side of her as his hot breath bathed her pussy through the thin material. Part of her was incredibly nervous having him here, between her legs—having any man there, really, after what that bastard Greg Compton had done.

  But that was completely different, she reminded herself. I’m willing this time and I haven’t been drugged or pushed down on the bed. I’m safe and I’m in charge—Rone said so. He said he wouldn’t hurt me—he promised. He promised and I believe him. Besides, he’s being so gentle…

  Looking down, she watched as Rone rubbed his cheek against her pussy mound and inhaled deeply, as though drinking in her scent.

  “Gods, baby,” he growled hoarsely. “You smell so damn good. I’ve missed your scent so much, missed pressing my face between your legs to breathe you in.”

  Kate tried to laugh. “You…you have?”

  “Hell yes.” He looked up at her, his silver eyes drowning deep. “Your scent is like a drug for me—completely fucking intoxicating. I could breathe you in all day and go down on you all night.”

  “But…but not quite yet, all right?” Kate’s heart was still racing and her mind was still fighting to push away the past, to forget the bad experience she’d had.

  “Not yet. Not until you’re ready,” Rone promised again. “But do you think you could at least let me kiss you? Through your panties, of course,” he added quickly. “That way I wouldn’t be touching your bare flesh—just kissing you here…” One long finger traced lightly over the white lace. “With your panties between us.”

  “Well…all right,” Kate heard herself agreeing. “I guess that…that would be all right.”

  “Thank you, Lalli. You honor me with your trust.”

  Holding her eyes with his, Rone leaned forward and laid a soft, open-mouthed kiss over the crotch of her panties.

  Kate bit back a moan as she felt his hot breath against her enflamed flesh, separated from him only by the thin lace. God, she could feel herself getting hotter and wetter all the time! In fact, she was afraid of what she might see if she looked down. Even now, she could feel how wet the lace of her panties was getting—could that really be because her body was reacting to his? Was she really going to make a lot more…honey just because he was near her?

  It seemed entirely possible—especially since she could feel all the rest of herself reacting to the big Kindred’s touch too. Her nipples were so tight they ached and her pulse was pounding, the blood rushing in her veins, making her feel hot and breathless and needy all over.

  “Such a sweet, soft little pussy,” Rone murmured, placing another soft kiss on her panty-covered slit, right over her throbbing clit. “Gods, I’ve missed this part of you so much, baby…missed being between your thighs and giving you pleasure…”

  “But don’t…don’t you only want to do this because it feeds the Beast?” she protested breathlessly. “I mean, you don’t have a choice with the hunger do you? You have to do it.”

  “I have to? Yes, I suppose in a way.” He shrugged. “But it’s more than that, baby—I want to. I need to.” He kissed her again, this time placing his mouth right over her clit, which was throbbing under the thin lace and then looked up at her. “I crave you so damn much…crave the feeling of your thighs wrapped around my head, your little hands pulling my hair, the sound of your sweet voice moaning my name when I bring you to the edge with my tongue…” He shook his head. “I can’t explain it any better than that. I just need to taste you.”

  “I…I think I’m beginning to understand,” Kate whispered, daring to reach out to him and run a hand through his thick, black hair. Rone made a soft growl of pleasure in the back of his throat and for a moment she almost felt like she was stroking a tiger or a panther—some animal that would be completely deadly to anyone else but which was safe for her. Considering the Beast the big Kindred kept within, she supposed the analogy wasn’t that far off although she still wasn’t sure what might happen if the Beast came out. She stroked Rone again, trying not to consider that possibility.

  Though she’d been trying not to remember the past, she couldn’t help thinking that this experience was the exact opposite of what had happened to her in college. Not just in terms of being forced or being willing—it was Rone’s whole attitude towards what they were doing.

  Back in college, her attacker had actually acted like he was doing her a favor. He’d believed that licking between her legs for a few minutes would make her instantly horny—grateful and ready to have sex with him—which was, of course, the ultimate goal.

  For Rone, this was the ultimate goal—just being able to taste her and give her pleasure. He clearly loved everything about it from the feeling of her thighs against the sides of his face to the scent and taste of her pussy—which was something Kate had been self-conscious about ever since that awful night in college.

  But watching the way he breathed her in and feeling the soft, hot kisses he gave her through the white lace of the panties made Kate feel completely confident that he liked this. No, more than liked it—he loved it. Needed it. He made her feel beautiful…precious and desired and perfect despite all the imperfections she saw in herself. Kate liked that feeling—liked it a lot. It made her feel more relaxed and open—less fearful of what was happening between them.

  She wondered if Rone could somehow sense the shift in her mood because he looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded with desire.

  “Lalli,” he murmured hoarsely. “Do you think you could let me kiss you without your panties now?”

  Kate’s heart began jack-hammering in her chest again. She was feeling more and more comfortable with this act but letting go of the final barrier between them was still difficult.

  “Just…just kiss me?” she managed to say.

  “I promise.” He stroked her thighs soothingly. “I won’t spread open your pussy and taste you until you tell me you’re ready. Okay?”

  Kate bit her lip, hesitating for a moment. But the sincerity and desire in his silver eyes decided her.

  “All right,” she said, lifting her hips so he could slide the jade green and white lace panties down her legs. “I guess…oh!”

  The little gasp of embarrassment was drawn from her when she looked down at herself and saw what the panties had been apparently keeping in check. She wasn’t just wet—she was soaked. Under the neatly trimmed thatch of red curls at the top of her mound, her pussy lips were shiny with her juices. Not only that, but they were spreading open to show her inner folds, especially her clit which was clearly on display and begging for attention.

  Attention Rone was obviously eager to give. A soft, hungry growl came from his throat and his fingers tightened ever so slightly on her thighs as he gazed at her.

  Mortified, Kate desperately wanted to shut her legs. She knew he’d told her that she would get extra wet but this was ridiculous—she was overflowing everywhere.

  “I…um…” She shifted uncomfortably. “Maybe I should…should clean up some.”

  Rone looked up at her, a little smile playing around the corner of his mouth.

  “That’s exactly what you said the first time you let me go down on you. Listen baby, please don’t worry—this is beauti