Yes, a little fib wouldn’t hurt, she assured herself as she reshelved the last of the books. And when she got home, she was going to call a professional carpet cleaning service to deal with that spot where the alien lizard man had been disintegrated.
The thought made her shiver as she stared at the greasy black stain on the carpet and she realized she had other things she had to do before she went off “skylarking” as her granny would have said.
“I need to pack,” she told Chain, as they walked back to the bedroom together. She nodded at the open door of the master bathroom. “And I have to put some cardboard or something over the bathroom window where that lizard guy broke through. I can’t just leave it like it is.”
“I can handle that while you get your clothing packed,” he said, nodding. “But this reminds me that I never tended to the wounds you got from the broken glass. Forgive me for forgetting.”
Vicky made a shooing gesture.
“Don’t worry about it—I’ll slap on a few bandages and be just fine.”
He frowned. “Why should you take such half-measures when I can heal you completely?”
“You can? How?” Vicky asked with interest. “Do you have some kind of special Kindred medicine you can give me?”
“You might say that. May I?” He was suddenly kneeling before her again—he could move really fast and was surprisingly graceful for such a big guy, Vicky thought. He was lifting just the hem of the red cloak, which she was still wearing wrapped around herself, and looking up at her with his eyebrows raised.
“May…may you what?” Vicky was disturbed to hear the faint breathiness in her own voice.
“If I remember correctly, you had an injury on your inner thigh and your breast,” Chain murmured. “May I have your permission to examine the first cut and see if I can heal it?”
“Oh, well…” Vicky bit her lip. “I…I guess so,” she said at last, nodding.
“Thank you.” Chain lifted the cloak high enough to make her really glad she’d shaved her legs recently, until he exposed the cut on the inside of her thigh, right between her knee and her groin.
Looking down, Vicky saw it really was a nasty cut. There was dried blood on it but even so, it was still oozing—it might even need stitches.
“Hmm…” Chain frowned. “This is worse than I thought. Do you have a clean cloth I can wash it with first?”
“In the linen closet, you’ll find a washcloth,” Vicky directed him.
He nodded. “Thank you. Please lay down on the bed and expose your wounded leg so I can work on it.”
Vicky wasn’t sure what he was going to do to heal her but she lay down anyway and cocked her right leg to the side, carefully arranging the red cloak so that it covered her crotch and other sensitive areas. God, she really should have gotten dressed before agreeing to let him look at her! But then again, he probably couldn’t have reached her if she’d had all her clothes on…
Her thoughts were interrupted by the big Kindred returning with a warm, wet washcloth. He stroked it gently over the long cut, applying pressure as he did until it almost completely stopped bleeding. Then he nodded in apparent satisfaction as he sat back and looked at it.
“Good—it’s all clean now—I just need to heal you.”
“And how exactly are you going to do that?” Vicky asked.
“Very simply.” Chaim smiled at her. But instead of going to get some Kindred medicine or any kind of alien first aid kit as she had expected, he got on his knees at the foot of the bed, put his hands on her hips, and pulled her down so that her calves were hanging over the end of the mattress.
“Whoa—hang on—wait a minute!” Vicky could hear the panic in her own voice but she couldn’t seem to stop it. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him. “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, as he leaned over her still-exposed inner thigh.
“Healing you, like I promised,” Chain said. And then he was dragging his warm, wet tongue up the length of the cut, bathing the long wound and her inner thigh with his heat and sending a shiver of pure sensation all over her body.
“Oh!” Vicky gasped and would have pulled away except it seemed to be working. The long wound on her thigh was no longer bleeding. In fact, it was now just a pinkish line. And—as Chain continued to lick it, it faded even more until even the line disappeared and her skin looked as though it had never been cut or marked in any way.
At last the big Kindred sat back on his heels—though he still kept his hands on her thighs, Victoria noticed.
“There.” He nodded in satisfaction. “A job well done if I say so myself.”
“But you…I didn’t expect you to…to lick me like that,” Vicky said and gave a shaky laugh. “I almost thought you were…were trying something, uh, else.”
Chain’s midnight eyes went half-lidded and one corner of his mouth quirked up in a sensual smile.
“Did you think I was going to taste your sweet pussy, beautiful Victoria?”
“No! No, of course not!” she denied hastily, feeling her cheeks go hot with a blush, though that was, of course, exactly what she’d thought. She’d
