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KIERA
Kiera’s heart pounded so hard it hurt–Brux was slipping away from her!
She could see it happening right in front of her eyes—the gold flooding his gaze… the angles of his face sharpening…the words deserting him one by one.
And somehow she sensed it wasn't like the earlier times, when she’d been able to catch it quickly and pull him back with a touch and a kiss and the press of her body against his.
This was worse–deeper.
He had gone too long without her help while they were saving the jhorra and her young, and now the void was pulling at him with greedy hands, determined to gobble him up before she could help him.
Kiera felt an icy stab of fear…followed by a wave of determination.
No.
No, she was not going to lose him like this.
Not now…not when she was beginning to feel so much for him. To love him?
The thought surprised her, and she pushed it aside–there was no time for speculation–she had to act.
For one frantic moment she thought of doing what had worked before—drawing him down between her thighs, giving him her taste and her scent and the warmth of her body until the blue came back into his eyes.
But some instinct in her told her it wouldn’t be enough this time–Brux needed more.
And she knew exactly what more meant.
The knowledge sent a hot, terrified shiver through her because she had been avoiding it…avoiding them.
Avoiding the sight and thought and sheer reality of his two massive shafts–both of them so frighteningly big and so very alien, even though Brux had explained them to her with the same calm honesty he used to explain everything else.
She could still hear his deep voice in her ear from a few nights before when she had finally gotten up the nerve to ask. They’d been lying together in the bathing pool, her back to his chest, his muscular arms wrapped around her.
“Tell me about these,” she’d murmured, arching her back a little to nudge him with her behind. “Tell me how you use them. And why is the bottom one bigger than the top one?”
“For a good reason,” he’d growled softly, his breath hot against her neck. “If I’m taking a woman while I’m facing her, the larger bottom shaft fills her pussy—stretches her open and fucks her deep until she’s moaning my name.” His hand had slid down her belly then, fingers teasing her clit as he spoke. “And the shorter upper shaft…” He’d pressed his hard length against her ass, making her gasp. “Rubs against her clit, but it also secretes a special fluid.”
“What…what does that do?” she’d asked breathlessly.
“Mmm…it makes her clit swell–makes it throb and tingle and helps her come again and again while I take her,” he’d said.
Kiera had squirmed against him, her pussy clenching at the hot image and she knew she was already slick with need. She was going to ask a follow up question when Brux went on.
“But if I am Bonding her to me…” he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly growl. “Then I’ll take her from behind, on her hands and knees with her thighs spread wide for me. Then the larger bottom shaft goes deep in her soaking pussy, stretching her… filling her until she can’t think straight.”
“And…” Kiera had licked her suddenly dry lips. “And the shorter shaft?” she finally managed to ask.
“Well…it’s like this.” His big hands reached down to spread her open from behind and she’d felt the longer bottom shaft slip between her pussy lips, sliding against her clit. Meanwhile, the head of the shorter shaft nudged against her tight rosebud, making her bite back a gasp.
“Do you see?” he rumbled in her ear. “The shorter shaft slips into her ass. That way I can fill both her holes at once. Then the knot at the base of my larger shaft slips into her pussy and swells up to tie us together while I pump her full of my seed. And when I’m doing that–when I’m bonding my mate to me–she’ll feel every fucking pulse–every hot spurt flooding her womb and claiming her forever as mine.”
Kiera had swallowed hard, her clit throbbing just from his words, her pussy dripping against the broad head of his larger shaft. She wanted what he was describing, she admitted to herself. And yet, she feared it too. He was so big.
“Is that…is that the only way to Bond a woman to you?” she’d asked, her voice coming out breathless.
Brux had nodded gravely, the head of his larger cock sliding against her clit with agonizing slowness as the head of the shorter one nudged against her rosebud.
