Did that happen to Earth females?
Vorn tried to remember if he’d learned anything about that when he was studying human anatomy and culture before being cleared to go Earth-side. But he couldn’t recall if he’d learned anything to that effect or not.
Well, if she is going into heat, it’s got nothing to do with you, he told himself firmly. Probably she’s just been away from this fucking fiancé of hers she keeps talking about for too long. Probably she needs him to service her. That might lighten her mood, too. The Goddess knows it couldn’t get much heavier than it is now.
Actually, Vorn was interested to meet the male in question. Jodi was a formidable female—it must have taken a real Alpha to bring her to the brink of Joining—or marriage, as the humans called it.
Though the human idea of a life-long commitment was laughable, he thought. Over half of their relationships ended in divorce—a mutual parting of ways. This was a foreign concept to the Kindred. Vorn remembered how puzzled he had been when he first learned about it.
Divorce, to him, didn’t make any damn sense. How could you abandon the mate the Goddess had chosen for you and take another? It would be like cutting off a foot or a hand and trying to find a new one to sew on in its place—an idea which was as stupid as it was strange.
Still, that was humans for you—a big mass of confusing contradictions, Vorn thought, casting another side-long look at Jodi from the corner of his eye. He just hoped that her fiancé was home and could service her quickly when they reached her domicile.
Not that he relished the idea of another male doing anything to the curvy little female sexually—that was actually a really uncomfortable thought. But something had to be done about her obvious need—Jodi was shifting her lush ass around like her seat was red-hot and rubbing her thighs together like she was trying to start a fire—or maybe put one out, Vorn thought dryly.
He wondered idly if she was one of those females who could orgasm just by pressing their thighs together. They were rare, but he knew they existed. Maybe Jodi was trying to get off and ease the obvious need she felt before they got back to her domicile.
If so, he wished she wouldn’t do it right here in the vehicle. It was hard enough being around her without having to witness her coming right in front of him.
A sudden picture filled his head—Jodi naked, with her full breasts and delicious thick thighs on display. Her head was thrown back and all that long, lovely, silky black hair was trailing down the small of her back. Her lush mouth was open in a silent moan and her cheeks were flushed pink with desire as she rode his shaft, taking her pleasure with him, taking every thing she needed while he thrust up into her and she squeezed him so tightly with her soft, wet pussy…
No! Fucking stop that right now! Vorn lectured himself sternly. She’s already attached to a male.
And even if she hadn’t been, the first rule of Protection was never get involved with the one you were protecting.
Second rule—never picture them naked and coming on your cock.
Yeah, right. That wasn’t really a rule but in this case it should be.
And it wasn’t like Jodi would want anything to do with him that way. Every breath he took seemed to be a personal insult to her. She wasn’t looking to become a Kindred bride—especially not his bride—which was just as well, Vorn told himself.
Since he was here to guard her—not Claim and mate her.
“Here we are,” she said tightly, and pointed out a row of neat buildings painted dark gray, which all seemed to have several dwellings in them. She frowned as she looked at the empty driveway. “And it doesn’t look like James is home yet.”
Vorn guessed he would have to put off the pleasure of meeting the human male who had managed to subdue the formidable woman at his side and claim her as his own. But in the meantime, he and Jodi were going to be alone in her domicile.
Well, at least it shouldn’t be as cramped as it was inside the vehicle, he told himself. Maybe if they got some space between them, the scent of her feminine desire wouldn’t be so maddening…so fucking tempting. And maybe his shaft, which was still painfully hard, would finally go down.
He could only hope, anyway.
Four
“Here we are—this is my dorm.” Melinda pointed to a big tan building that looked like it could potentially house hundreds. There were students going in and out of the doorways at a steady rate and no guards anywhere—at least, that he could see—which made Liosh frown.
This was a security risk and no mistake.
He looked at her. “Will I be permitted to stay here with you? I am a stranger, after all.”
“Oh, sure—it’s a co-ed dorm,” Melinda told him. “Though…” she bit her lip and eyed him thoughtfully. “It might be easier for you to blend in on campus if you had some more, uh, normal clothes. Not that there’s anything wrong with your uniform,” she added, looking at his tight black leather trousers, tall black boots, and the satiny pale blue button-down shirt which indicated he was a Blood Kindred.
Though of course, the double set of fangs on either side of his upper jaw would prove that as well, for anyone looking closely enough.
Speaking of his fangs, they were sharp enough to cut through anything—including his own tongue—as Liosh had learned to his detriment on the drive over here. It had happened when Melinda had been making a point and she reached over to place one small, soft hand on his thigh for just a moment.
She’d been telling him which way to turn, Liosh thought, but at that moment he couldn’t focus
