Page 51 of Stolen Slave

“You kept them?” she asked, smiling.

“Of course, my pretty female. I’ll find a way to add them to your chains so you can wear all of them at once.”

I stepped closer, and she immediately parted her legs to allow me between them.

“Perfect.” I ran my hands up her sides and trailed my fingers over her chest mounds.

The light scent of her arousal bloomed.

“We will place a chain there, then,” I said, picking up a length and setting it against her chest mound so it teased the skin I’d just touched.

She glanced at the chain then back at me. Her expression questioned me, but I couldn’t detect any hint of fear or concern.

“Look at how far you’ve come. You respond so well to my touch now.”

I trailed the chain over her skin and watched the dark center of her chest mound pebble. When I gently rolled the hard flesh between my fingers, her lips parted.

The scent of her arousal thickened in the air around us.

“I wish to speak with you and ask what more I can do for you, my pretty female.”

As I spoke, I set the chain aside to free my other hand and leaned in closer. She reached for me, her small hands settling on my shoulders and teasing a path to my neck.

Her exhales warmed my skin. The first flick of her tongue against my chest nearly brought me to my knees. She groaned and pressed her chest mound into my hand more firmly. Only then did I realize my hold had tightened.

“Forgive me,” I murmured roughly, releasing her.

She caught my hand and brought it to her other chest mound.

“Please do it again.” She coaxed my fingers to clasp the hardened nub, and I pinched it firmly. Her hips bucked against my torso, and she tipped her head back to look at me.

“I really want you to kiss me, Khorahn.”

Although the translator supplied the word, it wasn’t one I was familiar with. In my effort to determine what she meant, I almost missed the slight pressure she applied to the back of my neck. Realizing she meant to draw me closer, I complied.

Her pupils grew larger at my nearness, and her gaze dipped to my mouth.

“Please don’t eat my face,” she said a moment before she pressed her lips to mine.

I held still, uncertain until her tongue stroked over my bottom lip. I grunted in shock.

She meant to taste me?

“Kiss me,” she murmured against my mouth.

I needed no further encouragement to mimic what she’d done to me. Her soft moan echoed in the workroom, prompting me to do more. I tasted her mouth tentatively at first, focusing on her responses to everything and only repeating what evoked any positive response.

Her fingers clutched my short hair, keeping me in place as she ground her wet breeding sheath against my ambal. She tested my restraint, and I began to understand how some males thought this level of response was an invitation for more.

It was maddening, and I struggled to think beyond the primal need to mate her. Quickly. Roughly. The need to hear her cries of pleasure consumed me.

Gripping the work surface on each side of her, I eased back. She followed, making sad little mewling sounds.

“Be at ease, little one. I will not leave you. Let me help you find the release you need.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

KHORAHN

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