But now she was kneeling between his spread thighs inSeverin’slab, withRavik’shuge cock in her mouth and theBloodKindredwas watching her with hungry blue eyes and his fangs fully descended.Shewasn’t absolutely sure, butCassiethought that was supposed to be a sexual response, sinceBloodKindredonly bit to cure or pleasure their mates.Also, there was a definite bulge inSeverin’ssleep trousers.
That made it a little harder to file what she was doing under “medical treatment.”
ButCassiedidn’t want to stop.
She told herself thatRavikwas hurt and she was helping him.Hispoor cock had been burned by one of those nasty explodingfikkabeetles and the ointment needed to be applied directly to the injury.
Severin had said her lower lip would rub the burn more effectively if she took the broad head into her mouth, and thatdidsound logical—Severinwas a scientist, after all.ABloodKindredxeno-virologist, to be exact, which meant he knew things about medicine and viruses and alien biology.
He also knew exactly how to look at a woman until her nipples went tight and her pussy got wet as she sucked his best friend’s cock.Whichwasextremelyinconvenient when she was trying to cast herself in the role ofFlorenceNightingaleand not the role of a woman staring in a porno.
Cassie shifted on her knees, trying to ignore the slick heat gathering between her thighs.Shewas still wearing that ridiculous little red silk nighty and nothing else—she really needed to get new clothes.Asit was, every time she moved, the fabric brushed her tight nipples and made them ache.Thelab was cool, but she was hot—hot in a way that had nothing to do with perimenopause and everything to do with the two males focused on her like she was the only one in the universe worth watching.
EspeciallySeverin.
Ravik had his eyes half-closed, one big hand buried carefully in her hair as he groaned with every gentle suction of her mouth.Hewasn’t forcing her, though—he wasn’t pushing her head or thrusting between her lips.Hejust sat there, massive and trembling, letting her do what she wanted while she held him in her hand and took as much of him as she could.
ButSeverinwas watching everything…the way her lips stretched aroundRavik…the way her hand looked so small wrapped around his thick shaft.Theway her cheeks hollowed slightly when she sucked.Hispale blue eyes followed every movement and his gaze felt almost like a touch—cool and hot at the same time, clinical and starving all at once.
It madeCassiewant to do even more.
The realization shocked her so much she almost pulled back.
What was she thinking?Thiswasn’t a performance.Shewasn’t putting on a show.Shewas helpingRavik.HealingRavik.Doingwhat needed to be done in order to get the ointment where it had to go and maybe, somehow, bring him further out of the virus-fog.
And yet…
And yet there was some secret part of her thatlikedknowingSeverinwas watching…liked seeing his cool, scientific control slip.Likedthe way his elegant hand gripped the edge of the lab table so hard his knuckles went white.Andespecially liked the way his voice had gone hoarse when he told her to keep going.
Maybe it was becauseMitchhad hardly ever looked at her except to complain about something.
Or maybe it was becauseSskarthhad looked at her like an exotic possession until he’d gotten bored—then like a “defective mammal” once her hot flashes started.
Maybe it was just becauseCassiehad spent so many years feeling invisible, unwanted, or too much—too curvy, too warm, too wet, too emotional, too old—and now two enormousKindredwarriors were looking at her like she was the answer to every hunger they had.
Whatever the reason, her inner exhibitionist had clearly chosen the worst possible time to wake up…or maybe the best time.
“Mate sucks sogood,”Ravikgroaned as she swirled her tongue carefully over the broad head of his shaft, paying special attention to the burned spot.
The minty ointment tingled against her lips and tongue, but underneath it she could taste him—warm, salty, masculine, and utterly addictive.Hisscent was stronger here, smoky and spicy and unmistakably male.Itfilled her head and made the ache between her thighs grow worse.
“Goddess,”Severinbreathed from beside them.“Lookat his eyes.”
Cassie pulled back just enough to look up atRavik.
His golden eyes were clearer now—much clearer.Themilky film had receded until it was only a faint haze around the edges of his irises.Hewas staring down at her with a look of hungry desire that made her heart flutter in her chest.
“Is…is it working, do you think?”she asked, her voice sounding breathless and strange even to her own ears.“AmIhealing him?Notjust here…” she nodded to the thick cock throbbing in her hands.“Butthere—in his head?”Shenodded at the clearing golden eyes again.
“Yes.”Severin’svoice was hoarse.“Yes, it’s working.Hisneurological response is stabilizing again.”
“That sounds good.”Shelicked her lips andRavik’scock twitched in her hand.“Right?”
“It is good.Verygood.”Severintook one step closer, his gaze fixed onRavik’sshaft and her mouth with a focus that madeCassie’scheeks heat.“ButIthink…Cassandra,Ithink you need to take him a little deeper.”
She looked up sharply.
“Excuse me?”
