Page 164 of Tamed By Her Touch

His eyes flashed.

“Not as much as I wanted to. I didn’t get enough of you—I can never get enough of you, my sweet little Lissa’ra.”

His use of the sweet Kindred nickname he’d given her felt like a slice from a knife. Because it wasn’t just Kaelus who was talking to her, she realized—it was the primitive, animal lust that lived inside every male. A Kindred kept that part of himself under control better than any human man ever could. But now that control was slipping, and she was seeing the savage desire underneath.

“But I don’t just want to fuck you with my tongue,” Kaelus growled. “I want to fuck you with my cock—I want to skewer that soft little pussy on my shaft. I want to stretch your soft little cunt open on my mating fist and pump deep inside until I fill your sweet slit to overflowing with my cum! I want to put you on your hands and knees and fuck a baby into you. And you can cry and moan—it won’t matter. I won’t fucking stop until you’re dripping with my seed!”

“Kaelus!” she gasped. Her lab partner had never spoken to her this way before. Kaelus was never crude—he was grumpy but intellectual—never low and nasty.

Her shocked look must have done something because for a moment, it seemed that the real Kaelus swam back to the surface.

“Please, Clair,” he said hoarsely, his eyes going briefly gold again. “Please, just go—I don’t want to hurt you!”

“You’re not going to hurt me,” Clair said firmly. “Because I’m going to help you get through this.”

“What? How?” he demanded.

Clair tried to think how to explain—there was no time for the detailed scientific data she and Maera had been working on. She didn’t know how long this moment of clarity would last before the viral lust overcame him again.

“The cure for the Savage Syndrome is sexually transmitted,” she told him. “Just like the virus itself. And it’s made by the body of a woman who’s been drinking veloria nectar—which I have.”

His eyes widened as he seemed to comprehend her meaning.

“Clair, you can’t,” he rumbled. “You can’t risk yourself like that! I don’t know how long these restraints will hold me—what if I break free and…and…” He shook his head, a look of pure agony coming over his face. “I’d rather die,” he said in a low voice. “I’d rather die than hurt you the way those males on Glenvarren hurt their mates.”

“You’re not going to hurt me,” Clair said with more confidence than she felt. After all, he was very large and he’d already bent the metal of the restraint holding down his left wrist.

Also, you haven’t had that much veloria, whispered a little voice in her head. How do you know you’ve had enough to help him? Enough to neutralize the virus?

Clair didn’t know. But she’d just had a veloria nectar shake an hour ago and she wasn’t going to leave the man she loved strapped to a chair where that sadistic bastard Sendar could come and do anything he wanted to him!

I’ll make it work, she told herself fiercely.

And the first thing to do was to kiss him and try to share the cure to the virus that way.

Bravely, she stepped forward to stand between his spread thighs. The tent in his tight, black trousers was frighteningly huge, but she tried to ignore it.

Kaelus clearly saw what she was going to do even before she leaned in because his eyes went wide.

“Clair—no!” he rasped. Then his eyes went red again and he spoke in that deep, growling, hungry voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Come here, little human,” he growled softly. “Come let me taste those pretty lips. I want to taste your other lips too. Are you going to be a good girl and let me eat your pussy?”

“No—for now, you’ll have to be satisfied by a kiss,” Clair told him.

Then she leaned in and planted a kiss right on his lips.

Kaelus jerked and for a moment, she was sure he was going to bite her. His fangs were long enough to pierce right though her lip or tongue.

But to her surprise—and relief—Kaelus didn’t bite her. Instead, he kissed her back with a fierce intensity that nearly took her breath away. His tongue parted her lips and invaded her mouth, and she sucked on it eagerly. Then she pushed her own tongue into his mouth, reasoning that the more fluids that passed between them, the more likely it was he would absorb the cure.

Kaelus growled and leaned forward in the chair, as though he wanted more. As frightening as he was, Clair found she wanted more too.

She kissed him with everything she had—pouring her fear and her determination into the desperate press of her lips. And for a moment, it worked.

Kaelus’s mouth softened against hers, the invasive thrust of his tongue gentling into a shared rhythm. A low groan vibrated in his chest—one that sounded more like relief than hunger. And she felt his big body relax infinitesimally against the restraints.

His eyes, when she dared to open hers and look, had bled back to a warm, familiar gold.