“What kind of male doesn’t love the taste of his female’s pussy?” Braze demanded. The look on his face said he couldn’t even comprehend such a thing. “What the ever-loving fuck was wrong with him?”
Kaitlyn had to stifle a laugh at his indignation on her behalf.
“Nothing that isn’t also wrong with a lot of human guys,” she told him. She raised her eyebrows. “But I take it that the Kindred feel differently?”
“Feel differently? I guess you could fucking say that,” he growled. “We don’t just want to eat pussy—we fucking need to. It’s a biological urge built into every Kindred male.”
“Oh, really?” Kaitlyn was immensely interested. She was learning all kinds of new things about the huge alien warriors she worked with today—talking to Braze was turning out to be an eye-opening experience.
“Yes, fucking really,” he growled. He had finished fastening the long rows of silver buttons on both boots now, but he remained at her feet looking up at her. “Any male lucky enough to have a Mature Elite like you should be happy to spend hours on his knees worshiping your pussy with his tongue,” he said frankly. “I know I would.”
“Oh, um…” Kaitlyn was usually pretty straightforward—not a lot embarrassed her. But she could feel her heart pounding and her cheeks heating with a blush as she stared into those blazing golden eyes.
Once again, she felt like she couldn’t look away. The tension stretched between them like a thread of honey and Kaitlyn didn’t know what might have happened if the com-link on the instrument panel hadn’t suddenly come to life.
“Kindred shuttle, you are cleared for landing in the Royal Palace,” it said.
Braze was up and back to the pilot’s seat immediately.
“Copy that. Do you have landing coordinates for us?” he rumbled.
“Sending now,” the voice replied. “The Empress is expecting you shortly—please hurry.”
“On our way,” Braze assured them.
“We’ll see you soon and welcome to Salimba Prime.”
The com-link cut out and Braze shifted in his chair.
“I guess I’ll have to wait to put on my ‘husband’ costume until after we land,” he remarked, not looking at Kaitlyn. “You’d better strap in for landing.”
“Um…I guess so.” Kaitlyn settled in the passenger side and put on the five-point harness with hands that seemed unusually clumsy. She felt a little flustered by the intense moment that had passed between them, but Braze was acting like nothing had happened.
Am I imagining things or did he insinuate that he wanted to lick my pussy?
She had no idea, but she had a feeling that once they got to the planet’s surface, she was going to find out.
4
BRAZE
“I look fucking ridiculous,” Braze muttered, looking down at himself. He was bare-chested and had on his knee-high black boots. But his flight leathers were long gone. In their place were two long strips of fabric. They were made of some silky maroon material that hung down to his ankles, leaving his hips bare on either side.
The long maroon strips were held in place by a golden chain belt that was cinched low on his hips—so low that the V-shaped ridge of muscle on the sides of his pelvis was clearly visible. And of course, he wasn’t allowed to wear anything under the fabric, so his shaft and balls were hanging free just behind the silky cloth panel.
Braze didn’t know when he’d felt so exposed, but it was too late to change now—they were waiting in the antechamber of the Royal Salimban Palace for an audience with Empress Shatezarra the Third.
“Well I think you look fucking hot,” Kaitlyn said, grinning at him. It took Braze a minute to realize she was throwing his own words back at him.
“Ha—very fucking funny,” he said dryly. “I look like a fucking Nubinian Concubine in this outfit.”
“No but you do look like someone…” She looked him up and down speculatively and then snapped her fingers. “I know who you look like! Have you ever seen The Revenge of the Jedi?”
“The revenge of the what?” Braze growled, frowning.
“Never mind—it’s a science fiction movie—a classic. In the first part of it the main female character—Princess Leia—has been captured by this huge slimy alien called Jabba the Hutt. And he makes her dress up in an outfit just like the one you’re wearing. All you need is a gold metal bra and a collar with a long chain attached to it and you’d look just like her. Well, not just like her,” she amended, smiling. “But the bottom half of the costume is the same.”
“Like I said—fucking ridiculous,” Braze growled.
