Sought...Book 3 in the Brides of the Kindred series (15 page)

Have to be quiet! Can’t let Deep
hear!
The idea of him finding out what she was doing was too
embarrassing—Kat knew she would just
die
if he caught her
touching herself. But she was finding it really hard to keep quiet
when every gentle movement of her fingertips over her swollen clit
sent intense jolts of pleasure through her entire body. Just as she
thought she couldn’t keep from groaning or gasping one more minute,
the loud sound of the blower cutting on provided the answer to her
problems.

Thank goodness! Deep must be drying his
shirt—now I can be as loud as I want to.

Wishing she had something to lean against,
Kat spread her thighs wider and stroked her sensitive clit more
firmly. An orgasm rolled through her and then another, arching her
back and forcing a low moan from between her lips as her pleasure
crested again and again. But with each successive orgasm, instead
of decreasing, her desire seemed to intensify. Until finally, she
was coming almost continually and getting more and more turned on
each time.

What’s wrong with me?
she thought
hazily, her heart pounding and her head swimming.
How can I be
getting
more
horny every time I come?
Shouldn’t I be feeling better by now?
But she wasn’t—not at
all.

Though it was incredibly difficult, Kat
forced herself to stop. Clearly the effects of the bonding fruit
had kicked in completely and what she was doing wasn’t working.
What she needed was to go home and sleep it off.
As if I could
sleep like this. I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin! I’m
so empty inside. I need to be filled. Need…no!

Panting, Kat pulled her hand out of her
panties and straightened her dress.
I can’t go back to the party
like this. I
can’t.
I’ll go insane.
She would have to get Deep and Lock to take her home and then shut
herself up in the bathroom, just as Piper had recommended.
And
then what? Make myself come all night until I’m so sore I feel like
my pussy is broken?
It sounded ridiculous but she didn’t know
what else to do.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened her
shoulders and tried to look calm as she pushed back the curtain.
She might be in desperate straights, but she was damned if she’d
let Deep know about it. The last thing she needed on top of this
crazy predicament was to have him mocking her.

To her relief, his back was to her when she
exited the small circular stall. He was leaning over one of the
blowers, holding his shirt up to dry it off.

Kat frowned as she walked closer. There was
something on his back—its broad, tan surface was covered in long,
pinkish-white marks. Kat had seen him shirtless before during a
joining and she knew the marks hadn’t been there before. Suddenly,
she realized what they were.

“Scars,” she whispered, putting a hand to
her mouth. “My God, so many
scars.
But how—?”

Deep whirled around to face her, though she
would have sworn he couldn’t have heard her horrified whisper over
the roaring of the blower. “Feeling better now, little Kat?” he
asked, giving her a knowing smirk as the blower cut off.

“What happened to your back?” Kat asked,
ignoring the innuendo.

He shrugged lazily. “An old battle
wound.”

“More like
wounds.
Those are fresh
scars—how did you get them?” The sight of his back had stirred
something inside her—some memory so disturbing she’d somehow
repressed it. Maybe a dream she’d had? Kat didn’t know—she only
knew seeing the cruel white and pink scars covering his broad back
upset her terribly.

“They’re old. You just haven’t noticed them
before.” Deep went back to examining his shirt. “I think I got most
of the fermented
narr
juice off so if you want to go back to
the party—”

“Hey.” Kat grabbed his arm. “Don’t brush me
off or act like I’m stupid—a vagina and a brain aren’t mutually
exclusive, you know.”

He raised one black eyebrow at her. “Are you
accusing me of being sexist?”

“Among other things. I’ve seen you shirtless
before and your back never looked like that.
What
happened?”

Deep’s bottomless black eyes narrowed as he
stared pointedly at her hand on his arm. “It’s none of your
concern. Now if you’re finished
pleasuring
yourself, maybe
we can find my brother and get the seven hells out of here.”

Kat felt her cheeks heating in a blush but
she refused to back down. “Why won’t you tell me?”

“Why don’t
you
tell
me
what
you were doing talking to two strange males when I specifically
told you what effects the bonding fruit would have on you? Do you
want
to be raped? Or were you just looking for anyone
besides me to scratch your itch?”

“You bastard!” Before she could stop
herself, Kat slapped his cheek as hard as she could.

Deep caught her hand before she could pull
it back. “Very nice, little Kat.” Slowly, he drew the two fingers
she’d used to touch herself between his lips, sucking and licking
gently as though trying to get every last trace of her juices.

Kat felt her heart skip a beat and then
start to pound crazily against her ribs. Like it or not, she had to
admit that the feel of his warm mouth on her flesh and the hot way
he was looking at her was having an effect on her overheated body.
“St-stop it,” she stuttered, trying to pull away. “Let me go.”

“For now.” He released her hand and began
shrugging back into his shirt. “But you’ll pay for that little love
tap, my lady. I promise you that.”

Kat wanted to respond in kind but somehow
the words wouldn’t come. She watched mutely as he rebuttoned his
shirt and tucked it into his tight black pants. Then, taking her
hand firmly, he pulled her out the door.

“Wait,” she said, finally balking as they
reached the head of the stairs. “I…I can’t go back to the party. I
have a…a problem to take care of. I need to get home.”

“Of course you do.” Deep’s annoying smirk
left no doubt that he knew exactly why she didn’t want to go back
to the crowd. “I’ve alerted Lock. He’ll meet us at the back
entrance and we’ll leave from there. We’ll go straight home and
help you with your
problem
together.”

Kat began to panic. “I’m not bonding with
you tonight!” she said, trying to pull her hand out of his. “I
don’t care how much of that damn fruit I ate—there’s no way I’m
letting you two get me between you.”

“Oh, you’ll be between us all right,” Deep
snarled, keeping a firm grip on her hand as he dragged her down the
spiral stairs. “That choice has been taken from you. You gave it up
with your first bite of bonding fruit, little Kat.”

“What in the seven hells did you do to her?
She’s scared to death and angry too.” Lock paced in front of the
locked bathroom door. Kat was on the other side of it and she
refused to answer his calls or pleas.

Deep shrugged lazily. He was leaning with
one shoulder against the wall, a look of apparent unconcern on his
dark face. “I simply told her that you and I would take care of the
problem the bonding fruit had given her.”

Lock faced his brother. “And how
exactly
did you tell her we would do that? She probably
thinks we’re waiting out here to pounce on her and bond her the
minute she opens the door.”

“That’s
exactly
what I think.” Kat’s
voice was muffled but audible through the thick wooden panel of the
door. “Which is why I’m not coming out for the rest of the night
until this damn fruit wears off.”

“My lady…” Lock paused, trying to think how
he could put what he had to say delicately. “Forgive me,” he said
at last. “But the, ah, effects of the fruit won’t just wear off on
their own. Deep may have put things in the wrong way when he spoke
to you, but he was right about one thing—you’re going to need
help.”

“That’s not what Piper told me,” she
protested.

“Piper also gave you an illegal life form to
put in your ear. Look where
that
got you,” Deep pointed out
sarcastically. “Now are you going to come out and let us help you
or not?”

“Forget it. I know what your idea of help
is—both of you skewering me at once. I’m not about to become a
sexual shish-ka-bob for the rest of my life just because I ate the
wrong fruit by mistake.”

“It doesn’t have to be like that,” Lock
pleaded. “Please, my lady, we can help you without making love to
you or bonding you to us—I swear it.” To his surprise, Deep sighed
and came to stand beside him at the door.

“Lock is right,” he said, putting a hand on
the wooden panel. “Come out, Kat. I didn’t mean to frighten you, I
was just…” He stopped and cleared his throat. Looking down at his
boots, he continued. “I was angry when I saw you talking to those
two unmated males.”

There was silence on the other side of the
door and then, finally, it opened a crack. “Is that your version of
‘I’m sorry?’” Kat asked, one blue eye appearing warily in the
narrow opening.

“It is.” Deep nodded, tightlipped and
frowning. “And I don’t say it often.”

“Or ever,” Lock murmured, earning a glare
from his brother.

“All right.” Kat opened the door all the way
and stood there, her arms crossed protectively over her breasts as
she shifted from foot to foot. “I’m listening. I wouldn’t be if the
stupid fruit I ate wasn’t driving me crazy, but it
is.
So
talk. How can you
help
me without the three of us doing the
hokey-poke-her?”

“The what?” Deep frowned. “As much as I
study Earth vernacular, sometimes I still find you completely
incomprehensible, Kat.”

“Oh yeah?” She frowned up at him. “Well that
goes double from me back to you, Deep. So come on, boys—what’s the
plan?”

Lock had that look on his face, like he was
trying to pick his words carefully so Kat was pretty sure she
wasn’t going to like what he had to say. In fact, the only reason
she was willing to listen to him and Deep at all was because the
symptoms
from the bonding fruit were getting completely out
of control.

She’d thought she was uncomfortable at the
party but that was
nothing
to how she was feeling now. From
the minute she’d locked herself in the bathroom she’d been doing
nothing but touching herself—she couldn’t help it. But, like
before, giving herself pleasure had only made the problem worse.
She was desperate—though she’d be damned if she would admit it.

So she stood there with her arms crossed
over her breasts, trying to sound level-headed and cool when it
felt like every inch of her skin was throbbing with unquenchable
desire.

Facing them with their mating scents washing
over her didn’t help either. Lock’s was warm and comforting—the
fresh coffee/clean laundry scent that tempted her to relax and
trust him completely. Luckily, Deep’s mating scent counteracted it
and put her on high alert. He exuded something that smelled like
pure sex dipped in dark chocolate—sensuous, alluring…and dangerous
as hell. It got into her head and made it hard to think. Any female
in her right mind would think twice before trusting a scent like
that, Kat thought, frowning up at him.

“You need two things to get over the effects
of the bonding fruit, my lady,” Lock said at last, apparently
deciding to just come out with it. “To be touched and to be
penetrated.”

Kat put a hand to her throat, her eyes drawn
unwillingly to Deep. “You mean the way you did the other night.
With…with your fingers?”

Lock shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”

“You’ve had bonding fruit, little Kat—a
lot
of it.” Deep’s voice was surprisingly soft. “You need
deep penetration.”

Kat had heard enough. “No thanks.” She
started to shut the door in their faces but Deep caught it with one
hand and held it open easily, though she was shoving against it
with all her strength.

“I said you needed to be penetrated—I didn’t
say it had to be with a cock,” he rumbled. His eyes narrowed. “You
need to be fucked, Kat. But there are other ways of doing that than
the traditional method.”

“What you two consider ‘traditional’ counts
as porn on my planet,” she pointed out. “And I’m not about to star
in the Twin Moons version of
Debbie gets a Double
Dicking.”

“We’ll keep our pants on—both of us. Will
that help?” Deep raised an eyebrow at her.

Kat stopped pushing against the door and
stood still. “I suppose…” She really wasn’t sure
what
would
help at this point but she knew she needed
something.

“Good. Then come on.” Deep took her by the
hand and Lock took the other. Kat shivered as the familiar rush of
sexual electricity rushed over her. She wasn’t at all sure she was
doing the right thing…but she didn’t know what else to do.

They led her to the bed and Lock undressed
her gently while Deep rummaged in the chest-like bench she’d found
the feathered shirt in earlier that morning—which now seemed like a
lifetime ago. Kat still felt shy about being naked in front of them
but they had dimmed the lights and Lock murmured soothingly to her,
telling her how beautiful she was and how he loved her body until
she felt a little better.

Finally Deep came back but the object he
held in his hand didn’t do a thing to assuage Kat’s fears. “My
God!” she said, sitting up and crossing her legs protectively.
“What the hell do you think you’re going to do with
that?”

“I’m going to fuck you with it, little Kat,”
Deep growled, getting on the bed with her and Lock. Kat noticed
that he left his shirt as well as his pants on, though Lock had
removed his own dress shirt and was bare-chested.