“The H’rakens’, uh, habit of demanding that everybody be as into public displays of affection as they are is pretty strange,” she admitted. “But I…” She licked her lips. “I really liked the way you were touching my breasts earlier,” she heard herself say as she stared into the warm, pink glow. “You…you were doing it just right—just the way I like it. And it felt amazing.”
“It did?” Bravik asked. “But I thought you said you weren’t affected—that you were just playing a part.”
“I mean, I was to start with—when I told you to touch me, so the whole town wouldn’t want to lynch us,” Danni admitted. “But then when you started doing it, well, it was just right. I mean, some men yank on your nipples or twist them and pull them like they’re some kind of toy or a knob on a dresser. I liked that you didn’t do that—I liked that soft, barely-there touch, the way you were teasing me so gently.”
She had an idea, in the back of her head, that she shouldn’t be saying these things out loud. But somehow the words just kept flowing and it didn’t seem wrong at all, to express herself to the big Kindred.
“I kind of got that you liked it,” he murmured in response.
“You did? Because I was, uh, moaning and kind of writhing all around?” Danni asked. It seemed like this conversation ought to embarrass her, but now she felt nothing but a languorous kind of pleasure in discussing her past behavior with Bravik.
“Well that and the fact that I could smell your heat, little girl,” he rumbled.
“My heat?” Danni asked dreamily, pulling her eyes away from the pink glow for a moment. She saw that Bravik was staring into the fireplace, a warm, relaxed look on his rugged features.
“Your pussy.” He looked down at her briefly, his eyes more gold than bronze in the glow from the hearth. “I could smell how hot your pussy was getting, little girl. And it smelled fucking delicious.”
Danni felt a little shiver of pleasure go through her at his forbidden words. A little voice in her head whispered that she ought to be offended—she hadn’t known Bravik that long, after all, and he was her coworker. He shouldn’t be talking about how good her pussy smelled. But somehow it seemed all right. Slowly, her eyes were drawn back to the warm, pink glow.
“I’ve heard that Kindred have amazingly sharp senses compared to us humans,” she murmured.
“Sharp enough to smell how hot you were getting while I was petting your sweet nipples, little girl,” Bravik rumbled in response.
Danni pressed her thighs together, feeling the heat growing there.
“I…I do have really sensitive nipples,” she confessed softly. “Sometimes I can almost come from having them played with and sucked—if the guy I’m with knows what he’s doing, that is.”
“Mmm-hmm—I could tell you were close.” Bravik’s voice was soft and deep…intimate. “I was sorry you didn’t get to reach the peak—must have been fucking frustrating for you, little girl.”
“It was,” Danni admitted breathlessly. She could feel the heat building between her thighs even more. Talking about what they had done together was really affecting her, she thought vaguely. And yet, she had no urge to stop.
“And you can really come, just from having your nipples sucked?” Bravik asked.
“It’s only happened once or twice,” Danni admitted. “And the guy I’m with has to be really patient. It’s a slow build, kind of thing.”
“I can be patient,” Bravik growled softly. “I mean, not that I’m saying I should suck your nipples but—”
“But maybe you should, though,” Danni interrupted him. Far away, in the very back of her mind, a little voice was demanding to know what she thought she was doing. But the voice was somehow very easy to ignore as she stared into the warm, pulsing, pink glow of the hearth.
“I should?” Bravik murmured. “Why, little girl?”
“Well, I mean…” Danni cleared her throat. “We’re obviously going to have to…to do things together while we’re here, in order to fit in with the H’rakens. So we might as well get used to it, right?”
“Mmm, you think you’ll need to get used to letting me suck your nipples then?” Bravik asked, his deep voice slightly hoarse with desire.
Danni felt an answering jolt of desire run through her.
“It…it’s certainly a possibility,” she murmured. “I mean, it’s better to be prepared, right?”
“Couldn’t agree with you more, little girl.”
Bravik was suddenly pulling her into his lap so that Danni was straddling him and her breasts were in his face.
“Oh!” she gasped but she didn’t try to stop him when he pulled down the top of her feasting dress—which wasn’t difficult to do since the thin, silky material was also quite stretchy.
“Gods, you have beautiful breasts,” he rumbled hungrily. “The most beautiful ones I’ve ever seen.”