Page 75 of Tamed By Her Touch

Kaelus frowned.

“Let me be sure I understand you…are you offering to let me look at your luscious body while I stroke myself?”

“If that would help you to, uh, take care of your problem, then yes.” Clair lifted her chin. “And maybe that would desensitize you some, so you didn’t keep having the same problem in the future.”

“Nothing could desensitize me from wanting to look at your curves,” Kaelus growled. “But I’m willing to work with your premise. Will you let me look as long as I want to?”

Clair felt her heart begin to pound. It felt unreal to her that he actually wanted to look at her and found her so beautiful he couldn’t help getting hard, when James had put her down so often and told her she was too heavy and too old to be pretty anymore. But the idea was also a powerful turn-on. Kaelus found her sexy and desirable and that made her feel sexy and desirable.

“Yes,” she said softly. And to prove she meant it, she threw back the covers and got to her knees beside him. Settling with her thighs parted, she put her hands on her hips and looked at him. “Well?” she asked teasingly. “Are you going to take me up on my offer?”

“Just looking and no touching,” Kaelus growled and she had a feeling he was making the rule for his benefit rather than hers—making sure she was off-limits to a certain degree—at least so he wouldn’t get too possessive of her.

“Exactly,” she said. Her nipples felt tight and the soft, silky material of her nightgown was rubbing their tips every time she shifted. Down below, she was certain there must be a wet spot growing on her panties because she felt absolutely molten from the waist down. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so turned on.

“All right.” Kaelus threw back the covers as well, revealing his black sleep trousers, which were also tented. Then, as Clair watched, he pushed them down, freeing the largest cock she’d ever seen in her life.

It was almost as long as her forearm and as thick as her wrist. And at the very base of it there was a swelling as big as her fist—if not bigger. Was that his “mating fist?” She’d heard something about that from a few of the women who were mated to Beast Kindred—apparently being a Hybrid entitled Kaelus to that particular characteristic the same way being half Blood Kindred had given him fangs.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, staring at him because she couldn’t not look. “What a monster!”

“I’m a Hybrid—everything about me is larger than a regular Kindred,” Kaelus remarked, giving her an amused look. “Do you like what you see, Clair?”

“Like it? I’m terrified of it!” she exclaimed. “I mean, how do you even use that thing on a woman?”

“Mostly, I don’t,” he admitted. “As I have no wish to become attached to a woman knowing I can never Bond her to me. But if the occasion demands, my saliva carries a compound that helps a woman stretch to take me. I just have to spend plenty of time preparing her before I thrust inside her.”

As he spoke, he fisted the long, thick shaft loosely and began to stroke.

“Preparing her? How?” Clair asked, her voice coming out breathless. God, was she really watching her grumpy coworker stroke his cock? All those irritating days in the lab, she never would have believed they would get to this point. And yet, here they were and she was loving it.

“You want me to tell you exactly how I’d prepare a woman I was going to take?” he growled softly.

“Yes,” Clair whispered. God, why did her whole body ache with desire? He hadn’t even touched her and she felt so turned on it seemed like any small touch might make her explode!

“I’ll tell you,” Kaelus rumbled. “But you have to let me see more. Lift your nightgown, Lissa’ra. Let me see your beautiful breasts all bare for me.”

Clair’s heart stuttered in her chest. Oh God, was she really going to do this?

Apparently, she was. With trembling hands, she did as he asked. Reaching down, she pulled the hem of the nightgown up and threw it over one shoulder. Her bare breasts, which looked high and perky thanks to the float dots, jiggled slightly with the motion and her nipples went achingly tight as the cool air of the room swirled around her.

“Gods!” Kaelus’s deep voice was hoarse, and his golden eyes were fixed on her bare breasts. “So fucking gorgeous,” he growled as he stroked his long shaft. “Gods, Lissa’ra, I love your breasts!”

“Well…thank you,” Clair said breathlessly. “But you promised if I showed them to you, you’d tell me how you would prepare a woman to…to be taken.”

“Mmm, I did promise that, didn’t I?” Kaelus gave her a hungry look. “Well first I would spend a long time touching and teasing her—sucking her tight nipples until she moaned for me.”

Oh God, why was she imagining him doing the things he was describing to her? Clair tried to push the mental image away and found she couldn’t. All she could think of was how incredible it would feel to have Kaelus’s hot mouth on her tight, aching tips.

But his next words nearly made her moan.

“Touch them for me,” he said, looking up to meet her eyes as he kept stroking himself. “Touch your breasts—tug on your nipples. Let me watch you give yourself pleasure.”

“Would…would that help you to, er, come?” Clair asked.

He nodded.

“It would. If I can’t touch you myself, I want to watch you do it—make yourself feel good, Clair.”