Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Kaitlyn clearly saw his struggle, because a small, satisfied smile touched her lips. She traced a finger through the wetness on his chin, then brought it to her own mouth, sucking it clean.
“Now,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming with renewed lust. “Let’s see how well you can follow orders when you’re desperate. On your feet, warrior!”
37
KAITLYN
A heady, intoxicating power sang through Kaitlyn’s veins, sharper and sweeter than any wine. It was more than the physical pleasure still humming deep inside her from riding his face—it was the feeling of control.
Braze was a seven-foot-tall mountain of muscle and lethal skill—a warrior who could snap an enemy’s neck with his bare hands. Yet, here he was, kneeling for her, obeying her orders…his release held in the palm of her hand like a captive bird. The trust in his surrender was profound, and the thrill of wielding it was addictive.
Kaitlyn settled back on the couch, the cool leather a contrast to her heated skin. She felt regal—centered in her own desire. She pointed a finger at him.
“Take off your shirt and your trousers,” she commanded, her voice low and steady. “And then come to me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled hoarsely.
His golden eyes—dark and desperate with hunger—never left hers as his big hands moved. He shed his crimson uniform shirt and then unfastened his trousers. The sound of the magno-tabs releasing was loud in the quiet room. He toed off his boots and then pushed the black fabric down over his hips, freeing his shaft and balls. Finally, he stood before her, utterly naked.
Kaitlyn’s breath caught in her throat—she had almost forgotten how big he was. His cock jutted out, thick and impossibly hard—the head swollen to a deep, angry red and beaded with clear pre-cum.
It was a beautiful, intimidating weapon, and it was utterly at her mercy.
Braze’s Bonding Scent was heavy in the air around them—stronger here, so close to the source of his need and desire. Kaitlyn breathed it in, loving the way it drew her to him, loving the devotion and desire she saw on her Protector’s face.
“Mmm, let’s see now—how hard are you?” she mused. Braze started to speak but she shook her head. “No, don’t tell me. Let me find out for myself.”
Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around his length—noting that she couldn’t quite reach because he was so thick. The skin was silken hot—the flesh beneath unyielding as steel and a steady pulse thrummed against her palm.
“Fuck Mistress—your little hand is so fucking soft,” Braze groaned.
“Mmm, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Kaitlyn purred. “Because there’s more where this came from. I’m about to make you feel very, very good, Braze.” She looked up at the big Kindred, holding his burning gaze. “But remember,” she said, her tone leaving no room for doubt or misunderstanding. “You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to. Do you understand?”
A muscle jumped in his jaw, but he gave a single, sharp nod, his voice a gravelly rumble.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good.” Kaitlyn nodded approvingly. “Now I want you to hold absolutely still while I touch you.”
And then she began to tease him.
Lightly, she trailed the tips of her fingernails from the base of his shaft all the way up to the sensitive crown, then back down again.
“Fuck, Mistress…” Braze shuddered, a full-body tremor that made his entire, muscular body shake.
“Shhh,” Kaitlyn murmured. “Just be still and let me touch you.”
She leaned forward, her lips parting and placed a single, hot, open-mouthed kiss right over the broad head of his cock.
The taste that burst on her tongue made her hum in approval. Salty and hot with a distinct, rich sweetness underneath—like salted caramel, her favorite flavor. It was uniquely him—uniquely Braze. She swirled her tongue around the crown, lapping up the pearly drops of precum, savoring his flavor as well as the desperate growls her tender teasing ripped from his throat.
“Fuck, Mistress, please…” he groaned again, the words strained.
Kaitlyn didn’t answer with words.
Instead, she took just the head between her lips, sucking gently, applying a rhythmic pressure with her tongue.
“Fuck!” The big Kindred’s hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk, but he stopped himself from moving further, his entire body locking down in an effort to obey her order to be still.
The sight of his struggle made Kaitlyn even hotter—she loved being in charge of her Protector’s pleasure—loved teasing him like this.
His big hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides, the cords in his neck standing out, his golden eyes glued to her with a mixture of worship and torment. He was forcing himself to be still—to take whatever she gave him—and the sheer willpower it required was awe-inspiring…and incredibly hot.
Kaitlyn released him with another soft kiss and then proceeded to lick a slow, wet train down the length of his shaft. She skipped over his knot—for now—and nuzzled the heavy sac beneath, breathing in his masculine scent, before taking one taut ball gently into her mouth and rolling it with her tongue.