Twisted: Brides of the Kindred 23 Read online

  “Oh, I…I guess so,” Nikki heard herself say. They were getting deeper and deeper here but somehow she couldn’t seem to stop herself. It’s just one kiss—only one, she reminded herself desperately, but she no longer knew if she believed that.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” Malik murmured, still stroking her thighs soothingly. “I’ll never hurt you—I only want to bring you pleasure. I only want to bring you back to me.”

  Nikki could scarcely believe this was happening—was she really about to let an unknown client go down on her in the middle of showing a listing?

  But he’s not unknown, whispered a little voice in her head. If what he’s saying is true, you do know him—intimately.

  Well, if she didn’t she was about to. Because no matter how wrong it was, she was going to let him do this, she realized. She just couldn’t make herself stop.

  “All right,” she whispered. “You can…can kiss me that way. You can spread me open and taste me…Malik.”

  His soft growl of approval seemed to rumble through her entire body.

  “As my Mistress pleases,” he murmured as he finished taking off her panties. Then he spread her legs even wider and ducked his head to press between her thighs again.

  Nikki felt his thumbs spreading her outer pussy lips and then his hot mouth was pressing against her, invading her inner folds to kiss her deeply, as though he was kissing her mouth.

  She moaned and her hips did that little involuntary jump again and suddenly her clit was pressed right against his tongue. Malik made a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl and then his muscular arms were winding around her thighs, splitting her even wider.

  Nikki gasped and arched her back as he lapped upward, starting at the entrance to her pussy and dragging his hot tongue over her tender folds, licking her swollen inner cunt and stroking her aching clit as he tried to capture every drop of her honey.

  “Malik!” she gasped and somehow found that her fingers were buried in his long, wheat-colored hair as she pressed up to meet him. Oh God, was she really doing this? Was she lying on a strange bed with her legs spread wide, riding his mouth, writhing against his tongue?

  It seemed that she was and it further seemed that she couldn’t stop.

  “Malik!” she cried again. “Oh God, yes…yes, please!”

  Suddenly she heard him speaking to her—but not with his mouth, which was busy at the moment—with his mind. At least that was what it seemed like, as she heard his deep, growling voice in her head, not with her ears.

  “Does my Mistress approve of the way I pay obeisance to her sweet pussy?” he growled softly. “Do you like it when I lap your hot little clit?”

  At any other time, Nikki would have demanded how exactly he was doing this—how was he talking inside her head? But at the moment, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to talk back to him the same way.

  “God, yes, Malik—don’t stop!” she begged, through the strange mental connection they seemed to have. “Right there…right there. I’m so close!”

  “Here?” He tongued the side of her throbbing clit again, sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body, making her toes curl.

  “Yes!” Nikki’s fingers tightened in his hair but he seemed to like it. Pressing forward, he lapped more forcefully, rubbing his hot, wet tongue over the sensitive spot again and again until Nikki felt like she was about to come out of her skin. His tongue seemed to be vibrating somehow, sending shivers of desire and need all through her, pushing her higher and higher until she felt like she was going to explode…

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he sent. “Come for me—want to feel you coming against my tongue. Let your honey come down so I can taste it straight from the source.”

  The combination of his hot, relentless lapping and the dirty words in his deep growling voice being projected directly into her brain was too much for Nikki. With a cry, she felt her orgasm sweeping towards her like a tidal wave. She knew it would be a pleasure so great it might drown her but she didn’t care—she only wanted to come. Only wanted to give Malik exactly what he asked for—her honey straight from the source.

  So close…oh God, she was so close…

  And the two long fingers found her pussy entrance and he was entering her, pressing deep to fuck her as he lapped and sucked relentlessly, pushing her over the edge of orgasm as her pleasure crashed over her like the pounding surf.

  “Oh…Oh!” Nikki cried. Her back was arching, her pelvis tilting to give herself to him completely. Every muscle in her body felt tight with need and she was coming…coming so hard she could hardly breathe.

  With the pleasure, came the memories—a veritable flood of them. Waking up in Mistress Hellenix’s bizarre spa, being afraid that Malik would hurt her but then realizing that he would help her instead. Flashes of him kneeling before her and flashes of her kneeling before him, taking him in her mouth. The salted caramel taste of his cum…the way he had kissed her afterwards, as though searching for the taste of himself in her mouth.

  Then she saw him tied before her at the Banquet of Pain—the way he had opened himself for her, the intimacy of fucking him. Then later, the intimacy of letting him fuck her—take her—bond her to him. They had been together such a short time but they had shared their souls…

  “That’s right, sweetheart—we’re bonded. You’re my mate,” she heard Malik murmur through their link. “I have crossed both time and space to be with you again. I love you, Nicole!”

  “Oh Malik…I love you too!”

  She dragged him up and fastened her lips to his, moaning as he kissed her mouth with the same fervor he’d used on her pussy, pressing his tongue deep inside her, feeding her the secret taste of herself as he crushed her to him, delirious with hunger for her.

  At last they broke apart, panting.

  “You came back for me!” Nikki gasped, looking into the now-familiar silver eyes. “But I thought you were supposed to dissipate or disappear or dry up and blow away after you used the time device?”

  “Our bond kept me anchored to reality,” he told her, running his hands restlessly up and down her back as though to reassure himself she was really here, really real. “But I found myself back on Uriel Two of ten years ago with nowhere to go and nothing to do.”

  “But your family—” she began.

  Malik shook his head. “My family wouldn’t have known me, even if I had tried to contact them. Besides, I was already there—the past me was, anyway. And he hadn’t gone through any of what I had gone through in the ten cycles I worked and waited to restore my home world. He was with my old lover—Havlah.”

  “The girl you tried to bond with but couldn’t?” Nikki asked.

  He nodded.

  “In that timeline—this timeline, I suppose—he was able to bond her to him. She was expecting a child.” He shook his head. “I just…didn’t belong there. I don’t belong anywhere but with you.”

  “I’ve been so sad these last few weeks,” Nicole confessed. “I didn’t understand why but now I know it’s because I was missing you—longing for the other half of our bond.”

  “I’ve been going nearly crazy with need for you, too,” Malik told her, in a low, rough voice. “Gods, sweetheart—I’m so glad you were able to remember!”

  “Me too.” Nikki hugged him close again. “And to think I almost left! I just felt so crazy—all these thoughts were popping up in my head and your bonding scent was making me so…” She blushed.

  “So aroused?” he growled softly. “I understand, sweetheart—your scent does that to me too. Gods, I’ve been so hungry for you.”

  “I feel the same.” Nikki was about to suggest that they renew their bond right there when she heard the front door open and someone called,

  “Hello? Nikki are you here? I hope you don’t mind but I have someone else who wants to see the listing.”

  “Crap!” Nikki hissed. “It’s Missy from my work.” “Quick—where are my panties?” she sent through their