“It’s…I believe it is the Third Sign,” I whispered, feeling mortified.
He raised his eyebrows.
“There’s a third sign?”
I nodded.
“It…they call it ‘The Honey Rain.’”
I was too ashamed to tell him more, but Sark seemed to understand my humiliation. Reaching down, he lifted my chin so that our eyes met.
“Hey, it’s all right, baby,” he rumbled. “You can’t help it if your sweet little pussy makes more honey than most.”
“But…don’t you find it…distasteful?” I asked, nodding down at the sticky honey that coated my inner thighs. Even now, I could feel more welling up inside me. It reminded me of the saying my Nana had taught me—
“Once her honey starts to flow,
A Moonstone goddess soon will glow.”
“How could I find anything about you ‘distasteful?’” Sark demanded, frowning. “I fucking love—” He caught himself and looked away for a moment. “I’m here to serve and protect you, my lady,” he said more formally. “To me, you are beautiful in every way.”
My heart was thumping as I wondered if he had almost told me that he loved me.
It is pounding in my chest again, as I write these words. I know that we have only known each other a short time, but I cannot seem to help myself—I have a feeling of belonging with Sark that I have never had with Baslik. My Kindred guard makes me feel so safe, so cared for and treasured. My husband had only ever made me feel used and frightened and sad.
Is it wrong to say that I think I am falling in love with Sark? And is it even more wrong to say I wish he was also falling in love with me?
But I digress, for Sark wasn’t finished yet.
“Tell me about this ‘Third Sign’,” he urged me. “Does it make your sweet little pussy gush honey the way the Second Sign made your breasts fill with nectar?”
Reluctantly, I nodded my head.
“It…makes me very sensitive, too,” I admitted. “I have this feeling like…like I need to…to come. But I do not think I could bear to have anyone touch me right now—even the lightest touch of your fingers against my Goddess pearl would be too much.”
I shifted uncomfortably on the mattress and let out a little moan as the friction of my thighs pressing against my pussy caused me distress. Truly, the Third Sign had come on very quickly!
“So you feel like you need to come but you don’t think you can stand to have me touch you?” Sark asked anxiously. “Can you touch yourself, then? Give yourself pleasure like I showed you the other night?”
I bit my lip.
“I…can try, I guess,” I whispered.
Parting my thighs, I reached between my legs and slipped just my middle finger between my swollen pussy lips. But by now I was so sensitive that even the lightest touch of my finger felt as though I was rubbing myself with sandpaper! I gasped and jerked my hand away, moaning with frustrated desire.
“No good, huh?” Sark said, frowning slightly.
I shook my head.
“What am I going to do? I feel almost certain that being able to come would help stop the flow of both my nectar and my honey, but now I’m so sensitive I cannot bear to let any hand touch me—not even my own! And if I don’t stop flowing, Baslik is going to get suspicious!”
Sark’s frown deepened and turned introspective.
“So you need to come, but you can’t stand to have anyone’s fingers touching you.”
“Exactly.” I nodded.
He looked at me, his eyes half-lidded.
“What if I didn’t touch you with my fingers though, baby? What if I used something else to make you come?”
“What…whatever do you mean?” I asked, feeling suddenly breathless. I thought I might understand him, for I still remembered overhearing his fantasies of “tasting” me. But would he still be interested in doing such a thing while my honey was coming down?
From the look in his eyes, he certainly was.
“Instead of my fingers, I could use my tongue,” he offered, his deep voice slightly hoarse. “I could spread your sweet little pussy lips and bathe your Goddess pearl with my tongue until you came for me.”
“Oh, Sark!” His words seemed to start a fire inside me. I could feel that fluttering in my belly again and the tips of my breasts were tight with need. “You…you’d really want to do that?” I asked him. “Even during my Honey Rain?”
“Especially during your Honey Rain,” he growled softly. “There’s something you should know about Kindred, Isla—it doesn’t matter what kind we are—Beast Kindred, Blood Kindred, Hyrbids, Monstrum, or anything in between, we all have a biological need to taste our females. And I’ve been wanting to taste you from the first minute I laid eyes on you.”
“You…you have?” I whispered.
“Well, not when you were so frightened,” he amended. “Then I only wanted to comfort you and let you know I wouldn’t ever hurt you. But as soon as you started showing some interest, yes, I wanted to taste you.” He stroked his fingers lightly up my inner thigh. “And I still do. Will you let me try to make you come with my tongue?”