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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] know how their love was possible. She was a Sprite, a native of Sparkle -- the sentient planet that had retreated undercover after being raped by the planet killers of the Corporation. Willa had been a young Sprite, only recently podded when her planet-father, Sparkle, had been invaded. There d been no chance for instruction and training before she d been abducted and sold into slavery, but instinct said her kind were incapable of forming a bond such as the one she and Brant shared. Camille Anthony Tales of the Quiet Kitty 4: Cat Scratch Fever - 60 - Her generation was the first to exist away from the father and it seemed she and her sisters had developed new talents and attributes. Her half-formed theories had been borne out by Nya s -- an elder Sprite -- confession of love for Justin Avron. When the guys had gone to rescue her, Nya, though close to death from being tortured by him, had refused to leave without her cellmate. Willa hated to think she might have something she owed to the Corporation, but if they hadn t attacked Sparkle, she never would have met and loved Brant. And she did love him& so much. Yeah, silly Sprite, it was funny, but I wasn t joking. Heaven forbid you should ever neglect the hard for the soft! She ran her fingers through the dense golden-hued fur. As if I would& Her hand slipped down to his crotch, palmed the thrusting bulge there. I love this part of you almost as much as your eyes& she stroked him. & or your purr. Have I told you how much I love the way you vibrate, especially when you re inside me? Brant shifted beneath her, making her clutch his shoulders to retain her seat. Smiling, she leaned in for a kiss, opening to the lick of his rough tongue with a dark little moan. God, I love it when you give me those tiny sounds, Willa! Brant groaned. Let s see if I can get you to make a few more& His warm palms smoothed down her back, their warm weight making her shiver. She threw back her head, giving her throat into his keeping. He took her invitation, nuzzling into the sensitive bend between her neck and shoulder with nipping bites and swirling sweeps of his tongue. Brant! Yes, love. I m here. Feel me here for you. His hand on her lower back pressed her mound down on his cock. She felt, all right, and he was large, hard and hot, vibrantly thick between her thighs. Oh Sparkle, I feel hungry. I want& Camille Anthony Tales of the Quiet Kitty 4: Cat Scratch Fever - 61 - Me? Sharp teeth nibbled at her throat, mouth moving down to nip at the straining nipples under her uniform. Do you want me, Willa? Because, I certainly want you. I ll always want and need you. Forever. The emotional feast of his love flowed over her, rich and filling, made her curl closer in greedy reaction, made her grab at the bounty that still seemed so miraculous. Willa fought tears as she soaked in the waves of unstinting devotion surging from Brant to her. He humbled her with his openness, his willingness to feed her and love her without reserve. Curbing her wants, she leaned back enough to meet his slumberous eyes, heavy with passion. Her lover gazed back at her, lips parted to show the sharp incisors and a hint of that pink sandpaper tongue. She shivered just looking at it. Brant s tongue was a sexual tool without peer. The things he can do with that long, rough tongue of his& Willa sighed. Why did you stop? Was I doing something wrong? A laugh bubbled up. As if you could& No, I just wanted to look at you. You are so beautiful, so big. Brant s eyes lowered. Stop, honey, you ll embarrass me. She smirked, nodding her head in mocking agreement. This time she knew he teased. Her man was a bold animal. Nothing embarrassed him. He was incorrigible. Suuure I will! He laughed with her, gathering her tight against his chest. Couldn t fool you, could I? She snorted. Not anymore! You and Bevel were horrible when I first came aboard, though. The way the two of you used to tease me was simply unmerciful. I ll never forgive you for the time you and he convinced me Bevel was dying and needed me to toss his salad to equalize his biorhythms. Brant s lips twitched, but didn t quite turn up in a smile. He loved what you did. And I loved watching. A good time was had by all. Camille Anthony Tales of the Quiet Kitty 4: Cat Scratch Fever - 62 - Willa pushed a fist against his chest. I was glutted by his climaxes, but I didn t appreciate you two laughing your fool heads off at me. A big hand cupped the back of her head. Lips brushed the fringe of lilac fronds falling into her eyes. Don t pout, sweetheart. I ll make Bevel toss your salad and I swear neither of us will laugh at you. Will that satisfy you? Willa hid her smile as she snuggled into his shoulder. Give me the Tygyr. Then I ll be satisfied. His chuckle rumbled under her cheek. You wicked slut, have you fallen in love with my barbs? Admit it. The pain has spoiled you, hasn t it? She rolled her hips against the erection prodding her nest fronds, the thought of those sharp hooks embedded in his cock making her antsy. A shiver chased its way up her spine and sparked in the tips of her nipples. Licking her lips, she raised her head until her gaze locked with his. Your barbs are like Christmas cookies for Santa. He d come anyway, but the sweets are the creamy topping on the hot chocobean. Chocolait, hon. If you re going to use an old Earth metaphor you should get it right. Whatever. She shrugged, dragging her tongue over the material hiding his flat nipples. They stiffened under her attention. Either way you say it, they re both sweet. She bit through the uniform cloth into the tender meat of his chest. As sweet as the pain I receive from your Tygyr s cock. A strident ringing blasted through the bridge, the sudden noise resounding along Willa s nerve endings like nails scritching on shale rock. She jerked back in Brant s arms, heart jumping in her chest. What the nova is that? Brant sat up, set her away from him as his fingers flew across the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |