Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
What, and start a Clan war? I thought, trying to push the guilt away. No matter how much Jessina and I wanted each other, we couldn’t push the boundaries that far—we couldn’t put so many other lives on the line just so the two of us could be happy.
That was what I thought, anyway, until I got back to my quarters and saw the state she was in.
51
JESSINA
It wasn’t long after Turk left that things started getting really bad again. It wasn’t just my breasts—they were still only half full, since he’d sucked them recently. No, this time it was my pussy—and it wasn’t just the Emptiness, though that was excruciating enough.
My clit was also swollen and throbbing with Need. It was so tender and sensitive, I couldn’t bear to touch myself—not even very lightly. This worried me a lot. Having Turk touch me and make me come while he sucked the nectar from my breasts had been the only thing that made me feel better. If he couldn’t even touch me now, what was going to happen? How much worse would I get?
Already I could feel my temperature climbing again and I worried that I might burn up from pure Need before Turk came back. Though I wasn’t sure how he could help me, I still longed to have him at my side. I guess that’s part of having a Fated Mate—you crave their company all the time. At least, I knew I was craving Turk.
It seemed like forever but it was probably only about half an hour before he came back to his quarters. He was carrying a tray of questionable looking food but he put it down in a hurry when he saw the pain in my eyes.
“What is it, baby?” he asked anxiously. “It’s getting bad again, isn’t it?”
I nodded.
“Turk, I just feel so…so empty inside. And I’ve gotten so sensitive between my legs.”
“Let me see.” He knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed and beckoned for me to scoot down the bed to him.
“All right, but don’t touch me,” I warned him. “I can’t even touch myself now. It hurts too much!”
As I spoke, I got into position and parted my thighs. Indeed, I could hardly stand to keep them closed—even pressing them together sent bolts of pain through my swollen pussy.
Turk’s bronze eyes went wide when he saw the state I was in.
“Poor little bird,” he growled softly, caressing my inner thighs, though he was careful not to touch between them. “You really are in a bad way, aren’t you?”
“I am.” I nodded and blinked at the tears that were stinging my eyes. I didn’t want to cry, damn it! But it really was painful.
Turk looked up at me.
“Will you let me try something?”
“Try what?” I asked uncertainly.
“Will you let me try kissing you? Licking you?” he asked.
“Kissing me?” I asked, frowning. “You mean you want to try to, uh, kiss it better? I’m not a child anymore, Turk—that won’t work on me.”
“I know you’re not a child.” His eyes traveled over my naked body, spread out on the bed for him like an offering and his voice went hoarse and low. “But I think it might help. My fangs can make a healing venom—I’ve been using it on your nipples when they get too tender. And if your body recognizes me as your mate—”
“Oh, I see what you mean!” I felt my heart jump in my chest. Was he finally ready to admit we were Fated Mates who could heal each other with a kiss? Or at least a lick?
“I think it might help,” Turk said. “And my tongue is a lot softer than my fingers.”
“Well…that’s true.” I nibbled my lower lip. “Are you, uh sure you want to?”
His eyes blazed.
“Been wanting to taste you from the minute you crawled into my bed that first night—though I admit I didn’t fucking know what I wanted, since I still thought you were male back then.”
I nibbled my lower lip.
“I’m really sorry about that, you know, Making you, uh think you liked men, I mean.”
He shrugged.
“It’s over. At least now I know I’m attracted to females even when they seem to be males. But right now, I want to tend to you.” He raised his eyebrows and looked at me. “Will you let me, Jessina?”
Biting my lip, I nodded.
“Yes, I…I’ll let you. Just please—be gentle.”
His eyes went soft and he placed a tender kiss on my inner thigh.
“Always, little bird,” he rumbled. “Never want to hurt you—just want to make you feel better.”
“All right then.” I leaned back against the pillows and did my best to relax. “Go ahead, Turk—I trust you.”
“Thank you, baby.” He kissed my thigh again, closer to my aching pussy this time. “Then just take it easy and let me make you feel better.”