“We won’t leave until she’s accomplished what she’s set out to do,” Bound promised. “And I’ll try to keep my fuckin’ hands to myself, no matter what—even though she is a gorgeous Elite and I want to taste that soft little pussy of hers so bad it makes my mouth water just thinkin’ about it.”
“Yes, that’s very important—any touching has to be on her terms,” Gaze said again.
He felt that very strongly—Alexa was a strong, independent woman and she would have to make up her mind for herself whether she wanted to be with them. As yet, she didn’t even know what being with a pair of Twin Kindred entailed—let alone Pitch-Blood Twins. It wasn’t easy taking on two males—especially when the two of them were so much bigger than she was. Of course they would be gentle and careful of her, but a Kindred warrior’s size was often frightening to humanoid women who came from smaller people, as Alexa obviously did.
“We’ll have to be patient,” he told Bound. “If the Goddess wills it, she’ll come to us. If not…”
But he didn’t want to think of the alternative. Already he was more than halfway in love with the gorgeous, curvy Elite who had rescued them from certain death.
If only Alexa would come to feel the same way for him and Bound…
SEVENTEEN
Lexi didn’t know how to feel.
She had stripped off her wet underthings and wrapped herself in a robe and now she paced back and forth in front of the 3-D viewer in her Great Aunt’s dressing room.
“What were you thinking?” she asked her image in the viewer. “Why did you touch them that way…and let them touch you? What’s wrong with you, consorting sexually with males when all your life you’ve been taught it’s immoral and depraved?”
But if it’s so wrong, why does it feel so right? a little voice whispered inside her.
Lexi shook her head, but she couldn’t deny that the voice spoke truly. The tingling current of pleasure and warmth she felt when she touched both of the big Kindred at once was intensely pleasurable and felt incredibly right somehow.
Again the metaphor she’d thought of earlier came to mind. It was as though she’d been warned all her life that a certain fruit was bitter and poisonous but once she’d taken a bite, she found it sweet and nourishing and delicious instead.
“That’s crazy—you’re thinking crazy things,” Lexi told her image fiercely. “You can’t want to be with a male—especially not two of them at once! This has to stop and it will stop—now.”
The resolution made her feel somewhat better. No matter what happened, from now on she was going to have a strictly hands-off policy with Gaze and Bound, she told herself. She was going to keep the two of them around to play her bodyslaves so she could get an audience with the Sacred Seven. Then, once she had achieved her objective and forced Mistress Crueltongue to stop using slaves in her Death Mines, she would let them go.
The three of them would part ways—the Kindred back to their planet of ice and snow and Lexi back to Zetta Prime and her cozy pink house and her bakery—and they would never see each other again.
Was it ridiculous to feel an aching sadness at this thought? Lexi didn’t know, but she felt it anyway. Fiercely, she pushed the emotion away.
“I barely know them!” she told her image in the viewer. “I only just rescued them today so it’s silly to feel sad.”
Nevertheless, she couldn’t help the feeling of melancholy that followed her as she got ready for bed. But as she slipped between the luxuriant four thousand thread count shriinah silk sheets in the guest room she’d chosen for her own, she told herself again, firmly, that she wasn’t going to touch Gaze or Bound intimately again.
It simply was not going to happen.
EIGHTEEN
Lexi rose with a sense of purpose the next morning. She decided to make the Kindred that were now in her keeping breakfast, and see how Bound was healing and if he was recovering his strength. She certainly hoped so—the public ball that she needed to attend was tonight.
Of course, she could have just taken Gaze as her bodyslave, but somehow it seemed wrong to break up the two. They were a matched set and they belonged together. When she walked into the vast public ballroom, she wanted both of them at her back.
She perused her Great Aunt’s dressing room again, looking for a good morning robe to wear when she served them. It should probably be something modest, she told herself. Something that covered her from neck to ankles.
And indeed, she found the exact garment she was looking for—one of the many that was still new and unworn. It was a silky red robe that tied with a sash and fell almost to her feet. The only thing was, once she put it on, Lexi realized it was somewhat…see through.