“Fuckin’ amazing,” he growled hoarsely. “Come back, Angel—let’s try that again.”
“I’m not…oh forget it, call me whatever you want—I don’t care!” the Angel exclaimed. Her creamy cheeks were dark with a blush and she was panting.
Then, turning on her heel, she left the bedroom in a flustered huff.
ELEVEN
What in the hell was going on with her, Lexi wondered desperately as she left the bedroom and went back to the vast living area in the center of the penthouse apartment. She wanted to forget what had just happened—or pretend to herself that she’d been imagining it. But her nerves were still tingling, her nipples were stiff, and the place between her legs felt molten with desire.
The feeling she’d gotten when both of the big Kindred touched her at once had been almost electrical. Why was that? She was certain she’d touched them both before without that effect—when she and Gaze were trying to get Bound into the hovercoach, all of them had been touching. In fact, the strange feelings hadn’t started until…
Until I fed them both at once—let them drink from my wrists at the same time.
Had she started something by feeding both big Kindred simultaneously? Some kind of chain reaction that built exponentially every time they came into contact now?
Lexi was afraid it might be something like that. But how could that be and why did it feel so good? Looking down, she saw a wet spot on the front of her plain blue dress and muffled a gasp. What had touching them both done to her—what had it done to her body?
Abruptly, she veered into her Great Aunt’s old dressing room and locked the door behind her. There was a 3-D viewer in here, meant for checking one’s appearance from all angles, which Lexi had always ignored before. Now she took advantage of it.
Peeling off the blue dress that came down to her knees and showed absolutely no skin, she revealed herself in her underclothes. She had on a tight white breast-binder that criss-crossed over her front and held her full breasts flat against her chest. She also had on plain white underwear that came almost up to her belly button and fell to mid-thigh.
They weren’t the prettiest underthings, but Lexi didn’t much care about that. Like many Zettites, her clothes were comfortable and practical. As a baker, she needed to be able to move freely without worrying about any kind of exposure and her clothing choices reflected that. Just because she was on Yonnie Six now didn’t mean she was going to change the way she dressed.
Lexi looked down at herself more closely. Her nipples were so tight and hard they were poking out, making little peaks in the white fabric of her breast bindings. As for her underwear, the crotch of it was damp—even damper than the skirt of her dress had been.
Not sure what to think, Lexi pulled down the plain white underwear and stepped out of it. She bit her lip at what she saw.
Goddess of Mercy—I’m so wet!
Indeed, she was wet as water, her thighs shiny with her own juices. Not only that, when she parted her legs, her pussy lips looked almost swollen with need and she could see the little button of her clit peeking out from between her outer lips, looking like a ripe, juicy berry ready to be plucked…or maybe sucked.
Pulling off her breast bindings, she saw that her nipples were tight and dark with need as well. Not only that, they actually ached, almost as though they needed to be touched…licked…
No, that’s crazy—what’s wrong with me? Why is my body reacting this way? Why am I having these thoughts?
She was acting like some horny adolescent, Lexi thought—she was certainly past that age and those feelings. In fact, she had never before felt like she was feeling now in her whole life. So achy and needy…
Suddenly she remembered Bound’s low, rumbling voice begging her to stay with him…to stay with him and Gaze…
“Stay between us,” he had told her. “We’ll take care of you, my brother and me. Give you pleasure all night long.”
Unbidden, an image rose in her mind—an image of her between the two big Kindred. Two mouths kissing and tasting…four hands exploring while she lay there and let them do as they pleased…
No! What’s wrong with you, Lexi? Are you going crazy? How can you be having such thoughts about strangers—about males? You know these ideas—these impulses—are wrong!
Well, everyone on Zetta Prime said they were wrong, anyway—that was how she had been raised. Males were below females—it wasn’t right to indulge in sexual thoughts about them.
But I never felt anything like this before…and Gaze and Bound don’t seem like ordinary males. They’re different somehow. Maybe because they’re Kindred?
Lexi didn’t know, but she did know she couldn’t put back on her clothes—not with the crotch of her underwear all damp with her juices. Also, the thick fabric of her breast bindings rubbed her tight nipples painfully.