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  “Is by sucking,” Bron said flatly. “The males have to suck their female’s nipples to draw it out. Otherwise it can cause permanent damage and pain.” His golden eyes made the same journey Sorin’s had earlier, lingering for a moment on the erect points of Kayla’s nipples pressing against her thin robe.

  Kayla shivered, wishing that she’d worn something less revealing. Though her guys were obviously making an effort not to look, the subject matter of their conversation was definitely making things awkward. She wondered if they were remembering how it felt for one of them to palm her breasts while she sucked the other. Then she pushed the embarrassing thought away quickly.

  “Thank goodness I didn’t have that symptom,” she said as lightly as she could. “Is that all?”

  “Nope, afraid not.” Bron growled.

  “The breast inflation sometimes comes with a feeling of emptiness,” Sorin went on. “A need to be filled so intense it can be painful.”

  “Filled with?” Kayla lifted an eyebrow.

  “Cock, of course,” Bron said bluntly. “Sorry, but it’s true, Brother,” he added, seeing Sorin frown. “It doesn’t always happen but it’s not uncommon. That symptom has been the cause of a lot of recent bondings, by the way. It’s really reduced the number of unmated males aboard the Mother Ship.”

  “I’m sure it has,” Kayla murmured. For a moment she had a mental picture—of herself with full breasts and an aching pussy, needing to be filled and emptied at the same time. Sorin was sucking the nectar out of her ripe nipples while Bron was filling her, his thick shaft stretching the inner walls of her pussy to the limit…

  No! Stop that! she told herself. Where had such a thought come from, anyway? She needed to get her mind out of the gutter and back to business.

  “So that must be all, right?” she asked, trying to cover her confusion by asking further questions. “I mean, there can’t possibly be more.”

  Bron and Sorin exchanged a look and Bron shook his head.

  “Some females also experience the need to have their pussies licked,” he growled.

  Sorin frowned again at his friend’s blunt choice of words.

  “They experience a sharp pain that only male saliva can soothe,” he explained to Kayla. “Which means their males need to spend a long time between their female’s thighs, soothing the ache away with their tongues.”

  Kayla had another mental image—lying on her back with her legs spread while Bron and Sorin took turns tasting her as she moaned and opened herself to them…

  No! She really had to stop thinking this way! What was wrong with her?

  “Not that the males in question are complaining,” Bron remarked. “Since Kindred need to lick pussy anyway.”

  “Bron…” Sorin frowned at him.

  “Well, it’s true,” Bron growled defensively. “I’m not saying anything Kayla doesn’t already know. It’s a biological need for most Kindred to spend quality time between their female’s thighs.”

  “Actually, I didn’t know that.” Kayla pressed her thighs together even more tightly. “Why is that a biological need?”

  Sorin shrugged. “No one really knows. But some people speculate that we evolved that way to help tie a woman to us when we bond with her.”

  “A happy female with a well-licked pussy probably isn’t going anywhere,” Bron pointed out.

  This time Kayla and Sorin both exclaimed, “Bron!”

  “Sorry, but you know it’s true,” he growled. His eyes flicked down between Kayla’s thighs—which were tightly crossed—and he cleared his throat and looked away.

  “I think we’re getting off topic,” Sorin remarked. “Of course, lots of females experience combinations of symptoms—they have different needs at different times and with differing frequencies.”

  “Which means we’re all pretty much fucked,” Bron said.

  “Literally,” Sorin added dryly, which caused the big Beast Kindred to bellow laughter.

  Kayla laughed too but inside she felt a deep apprehension. What if the lust attack she’d experienced—the “needing” as Bron and Sorin were calling it—wasn’t just a one-off? What if she had another one and had to choose which of them she wanted to help her?

  It would be tantamount to choosing one to mate with over the other, she thought, feeling like a cold hand was closing over her heart. Which would be the end of our friendship. Oh, please don’t let me have another attack!

  “So what we need to do next is—” Sorin began but he was interrupted by a loud gurgle from Kayla’s stomach.

  “Oh my God.” She put her hand to her abdomen, her cheeks hot with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry! I just…haven’t eaten in two days. Ever since we…” She trailed off, still blushing.

  “Haven’t eaten in two days?” Bron demanded. “What are you trying to do—starve yourself to death?”

  “Why would you punish yourself like that, leelah?” Sorin asked quietly. “Because of what happened in the lab?”

  Kaylah bit her lip.

  “I just…wasn’t hungry. Besides, guys—it’s not like I’m going to fade away to nothing anytime soon.” She made a gesture that took in her full hips, large breasts, and big behind. She was always meaning to lose some weight but somehow it never quite seemed to happen. “I have too much junk in the trunk all ready.”

  “If you’re trying to say you’re too big, stop right there because it’s not fucking true—you’re just right,” Bron growled, frowning.

  “You’re what the Twin Kindred call an ‘elite,’ Kayla,” Sorin explained. “You shouldn’t try to change that.”

  Kayla had heard this term thrown around from time to time but she didn’t really know the Kindred meaning.

  “What’s an elite?” she asked, frowning.

  “A female with full, luscious curves given to her by the Goddess.” Bron made a gesture in the air, describing an over-full hourglass with his hands. “In other words, fucking gorgeous.”

  “I have to agree,” Sorin remarked. “Elites are uniquely beautiful females.”

  Kayla arched an eyebrow at the two of them.

  “Hey—you two never felt free to comment on my, uh, assets before.”

  “Well, you never tried to starve yourself to death before!” Bron exclaimed. “Come on, Sorin—let’s fix her something to eat before we get her packed.”

  Kayla put a hand on her hip.

  “I can do my own cooking and my own packing, thank you very much.”

  But when she stood up, she nearly fell over, she was so dizzy with hunger. Her stomach growled again and Bron frowned at her.

  “Looks like at least part of you disagrees with that,” he remarked. He and Sorin stood, looming over her on either side.

  Kayla reflected, not for the first time, that she wished she could have known some Kindred in high school. Back then she was too tall and couldn’t find a date among her shrimpy senior class for prom. But Bron and Sorin made her feel positively petite.

  “Come on, Kayla,” Sorin remarked, smiling at her. “I’ll cook for you. Do you have any unfertilized avian embryos in your cold unit?”

  Kayla burst out laughing. “You mean chicken eggs? Yes, I think I have some.”

  “Make some for me too.” Bron put a hand to his rippling abdominals, which were visible through the thick, silky crimson uniform shirt he wore. “I’m starving.”

  “You’re always starving, you ox,” Sorin said, but he was grinning when he said it.

  “How do you know ‘ox’ but not ‘chicken’?” Kayla demanded, laughing. She could feel the lightness in the room—the return to their normal friendly, teasing routine. It made her so happy she could almost cry again.

  “And I’m not a male bovine,” Bron put in.

  “No, you just eat like one,” Sorin snapped back.

  “Oh, you two!” Kayla laughed again and reached up to smack Bron playfully on the back of his thick neck which was exposed, since he had pulled his shaggy hair into a loose knot at his nape.