The tharp! she realized as the soft fabric tightened around her nipples even more. They were already erect from being in the extreme cold and now the royal blue tharp was stroking her aching tips, its downy fabric more gentle and yet more persistent than any lover’s hands could be.
Not that Kara had ever had a lover but still…
She squirmed uncomfortably in Raak’s arms. The big Unbondable frowned and looked down at her anxiously.
“Kara? You okay?” he rumbled.
“Uh…uh…” Kara’s mouth and tongue still didn’t want to work properly. But even if they did, what could she say—help, I’m being molested by my dress?
At that moment, she felt the soft fabric of the tharp stroking between her thighs as well, gently teasing the top of her mound and the slit of her pussy.
“Ahhh!” Kara gasped in protest and flopped like a fish trying to get away. But there was nowhere to run—she was literally paralyzed and at the mercy of the perverted tharp which continued to stroke her nipples and now was gently opening the lips of her pussy.
Kara tried desperately to close her thighs but though the smaller muscles of her fingers and toes seemed willing to work, the bigger muscle groups were still frozen in place. There was nothing she could do as the tharp molded itself around her throbbing clit and began a gentle massage. In the warm water she was half submerged in, it felt almost like a knowing tongue lapping her open pussy.
That thought brought another image to mind—one of Raak between her thighs, going down on her. Kara had never let a male do that to her before, despite the fact that it was something all Kindred males craved. She had wanted to save her first tasting for the right one. But now images filled her head—thoughts of the big Unbondable lapping and sucking her pussy until she moaned and tugged his wild black hair, begging him to do more, to bring her to the edge…
No! I can’t be having these thoughts—what’s wrong with me? Kara wondered. I ought to be angry, not horny—this damn tharp is molesting me!
And she was angry—furious in fact. But that didn’t change the fact that what the royal blue tharp was doing felt good. Gasping, she shifted in Raak’s arms again. Oh Goddess, if the damn thing kept this up she was going to come—come while he was watching.
“Baby girl?” he rumbled, frowning down at her anxiously. “What’s got you all upset? What’s happening?”
Can’t you tell? Kara wanted to ask him. Can’t you see the way this damn tharp is fondling me?
But she supposed he couldn’t. The water was making the wet fabric cling to her so it probably just looked like she was a contestant in a wet t-shirt contest, which was a thing she’d heard about that happened down on Earth.
“Uhhh…” Kara tried again to talk and nearly cut her tongue on something extremely sharp. To her horror, she realized it was one of her fangs. But it was so long.
Oh no—my fangs!
The realization that they had lengthened and sharpened mortified Kara even more than the fact that the perverted tharp was stroking her and was about to make her come. She supposed this must be what males felt like when they had an erection they couldn’t hide. She started to shut her mouth, but Raak had already noticed.
“Look at your fangs, baby girl,” he murmured, bending over her, a look of intent interest in his silver-ringed eyes. “Gods, they’ve gotten so long and sharp. What’s going on with you?”
Kara writhed miserably in his arms, feeling more shamed than she ever had in her life. Goddess, she couldn’t believe he was seeing her like this—so helplessly aroused and almost ready to come with her fangs long and throbbing, aching to bite…
But that thought brought on an even more vivid fantasy than the first, where Raak was going down on her. This time, Kara imagined herself sitting astride him, her legs spread wide as he thrust into her, his thickness filling her completely. He would look up at her, his silver-ringed eyes half-lidded and growl,
“Bite me, baby girl. Go on, do it—I want you to.”
The mental image and the stroking of the tharp between her thighs and at the sensitive tips of her nipples was too much. With a moan of mingled pleasure and horror, Kara began to come.
Thirteen
Raak stared down at the girl in his arms, completely mystified. What in the Seven Hells was going on with her? One minute she’d been barely conscious and now she was gasping and moaning and writhing around like a female in heat.
And in fact, he could smell her heat. Despite the water lapping around them, enough of her flesh was exposed to allow the warm scent of her desire to reach his nose. And damn if the hot little female didn’t smell, well…hot.
Kara moaned and writhed some more, her eyes squeezing shut as her back arched, thrusting her tight nipples into the air. Raak had been trying not to notice them—had been trying to be a gentle-male. The other Kindred assumed that Unbondables were all soulless, remorseless beasts that would take advantage of a female the first chance they got. And Raak didn’t deny he had such urges—dark desires that a normal Kindred male with a soul would never even entertain.
But he wasn’t stupid—Kara was the daughter of the Head Chancellor of the Kindred High Council. If she went to her father and told him that Raak had taken advantage of her, there would be all Seven Hells to pay. Just because she was helpless in his arms didn’t mean he would ravish her—no matter how much he might want to.
He could control his darker impulses—most Unbondables could—which was something the other branches of the Kindred tree didn’t
