She didn’t have to wonder for long. Stone was drinking her in, his pale blue eyes roving hungrily over her naked body.
“So Goddess-damned beautiful,” he murmured hoarsely. “From your full breasts and hips to your soft little pussy. Gods, Cassandra, you have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment.”
“You mean you fantasized about seeing me naked?” Cassie fought the urge to cover herself. She still felt self-conscious, but it was clear that Stone liked what he was seeing.
“Yes, but more than that,” Stone murmured, looking into her eyes again. “I fantasized about you letting me see you naked—about you opening yourself to me and letting me stroke your beautiful body with no shame between us.”
“No shame,” Cassie repeated breathlessly.
“Now spread your legs for me,” he murmured, resting one big, warm hand on her upper thigh. “Spread and let me see if your soft little pussy is wet for me.”
“Stone!” she protested, feeling her cheeks heat with a blush. But she found herself complying with his demand anyway, opening her thighs and leaning back on the couch to let her partner see her sex.
Cassie looked too and bit her lip with embarrassment to see exactly how wet and ready she was for the big Kindred. Her outer pussy lips were swollen with need and as she parted her legs, they opened to show her pink inner folds, slick with her juices.
“Gods!” her partner groaned, taking in the sight. “Look how wet and ready you are, Cassandra!”
Reaching between her legs, he cupped her in his big hand, not touching inside her yet—just holding her possessively.
“Stone?” she whispered, making his name a question.
He caught her eyes and held them with his own.
“I’m going to touch you now, Cassandra. Going to spread open your pussy lips and stroke inside you. And you’re going to open for me and let me do it, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Stone,” Cassie heard herself whispering. God, what had happened to her cool, logical partner and who was this dominant, sexual male who had replaced him? Stone had never talked to her like this before—never touched her like this before—but she didn’t want him to stop.
“That’s good, Cassandra,” he murmured. And, keeping his eyes locked with hers, he began to touch her.
Cassie gasped as she felt one long finger slide into her slippery folds and begin a slow, gentle exploration. Stone seemed to know exactly how she liked to be touched, even though they had never been intimate before. He charted a course around the aching button of her clit, sliding around and around the sensitive little bundle of nerves until Cassie moaned and shifted her hips helplessly.
“Does it feel good, Cassandra?” he growled softly, still looking into her eyes. “Do you like it when I stroke your soft little pussy and slip my fingers inside you?”
“Stone!” she moaned, shifting again. “You…you shouldn’t ask me things like that!”
He looked at her directly.
“I will ask and you will answer.”
There was a note of authority in his deep, growling voice that Cassie felt helpless to disobey. She also felt helpless to drop her gaze, even though it felt incredibly intimate to look into the pale, blue depths of her partner’s eyes while he fingered her pussy.
“All right,” she whispered. “I…I’ll answer.”
“Good. Now tell me, do you like it when I pet your pussy, Cassandra?” he growled again.
Cassie bit her lip and dropped her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Stone, it…it feels good.”
“Look at me,” he demanded softly. “Don’t be ashamed, Cassandra—look at me while I touch you—while I make you mine.”
She raised her eyes again, panting with desire now. As they spoke, he continued to trace around and around her clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m looking,” she whispered. “I’m looking, Stone.”
“Good.” He gave her a slow smile. “I want to look into your eyes while I make you come.”
“While you…while you make me come?” Cassie wasn’t quite sure about this. They were supposed to be practicing touching each other. But wasn’t this going too far? “Stone…” she began to protest, but he didn’t let her.
“As soon as you come for me, I’m going to thrust my fingers deep in your soft little pussy and fuck you with them,” he growled hoarsely. “I want to watch you ride my fingers and feel your soft inner walls clench all around me and know that you’re coming just for me. Do you understand, Cassandra?”
His hot, dirty words and commanding tone were too much for Cassie.
“I…I understand!” she gasped and then she was coming—coming so hard it felt as though the orgasm was a living thing being pulled from her body. Her toes curled and her breath came in short little pants as pleasure washed over her in a tidal wave. She wanted to close her eyes with the intensity of the orgasm but she couldn’t—not while her partner was looking at her, challenging her to hold his gaze as he stroked the last ounce of pleasure from her.
Then, just as he had promised, Stone slid two long, strong fingers into the mouth of her pussy and deep into her channel. She gasped again as he touched bottom inside her, making her arch her back as fresh pleasure washed over her.
“Tell me how it feels, Cassandra,” he growled softly. “Tell me how it feels to let me touch you—to let me fuck you so deeply.”
“It…it feels good!” Cassie gasped, her hips pumping helplessly in time to the rhythm of his fingers inside her. “Oh God, Stone—it feels amazing.”
“That’s good.” Leaning forward, he kissed her neck again and this time she did feel his fangs, skating dangerously along the sensitive, vulnerable skin of her throat, threatening to pierce the flesh at any moment.
“Stone,” she whispered. “Are…are you going to…to bite me now?”
For a moment she felt the tips of his fangs sinking into her flesh. Instinctively, she tilted her chin back, baring her throat, giving him easier access. At that point she would have given him anything—if he wanted to bite her, she was willing to let him. More than willing.
But then her partner backed suddenly away from her, pulling his fingers out of her at the same time.
“Stone?” Cassie panted, looking up at him uncertainly.
“I cannot.” His voice was low and troubled. “If I bite you, I will want to do…other things. Things which have nothing to do with friendship.”
Then he rose and strode into the ensuite bathroom, leaving Cassie bewildered and alone.
Thirty
Gods, what’s wrong with you? You nearly bit her! Nearly injected your essence!
Stone paced in the narrow confines of the fresher, trying to get control of himself. Both his fangs and his shaft were aching, longing to penetrate his partner’s willing flesh and Claim her as his own while bonding her to him forever.
But I can’t do that—I can’t!
Like every Blood Kindred, his fangs produced a pale blue liquid called essence. This essence was capable of both healing a Blood Kindred’s mate and bonding her to him. When injected into a female’s bloodstream, it produced instant orgasms. But it also engendered a strong feeling of possessiveness in the male who did the biting and injecting—a desire to Claim so intense it was difficult to overcome.