Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“He’s not going to get you,” he told Sonya, who was still looking up at him anxiously. “I’ll speak to that fucking Sluggorn again tomorrow—I’ll offer him everything I have, which is a considerable sum. I’m going to get you out of here, baby girl, and take you far away from here.”
The hope began to grow in her eyes, edging out the fear.
“Where will we go?”
“Someplace you can live and love and thrive,” Davrik promised her. He didn’t want to talk about taking her back to his own universe yet—the universe where all of her family was still alive because the Kindred had come in time to stop the Scourge invasion. He didn’t want to get her hopes up or explain about the other Sonya yet. First things first—he had to get her out of here.
But even before that, he had to heal her.
“I want to go with you—I really do,” Sonya told him. “I’m just afraid that Oozle has already made some kind of deal with that horrible, nasty Grox!”
“Don’t worry about that—leave it to me,” Davrik told her. “We can’t do anything about it until morning, anyway. But there is something we can do tonight.”
“We can?” She looked puzzled. “What?”
“I can tend to your wounds, baby girl—the places where you scrubbed yourself raw, trying to feel clean again,” Davrik told her. He could taste the Essence on his tongue as he spoke. “So tell me…where does it hurt?”
THIRTY-SEVEN
SONYA
Sonya looked up at him uncertainly.
“You mean you…you want to, uh, lick me everywhere he…everywhere I scrubbed myself?” she asked.
“Of course.” Davrik spoke as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “Come on, baby girl—don’t be shy. Show me where it hurts so I can heal you. And I do mean everywhere,” he added, giving her a stern look.
“But…are you sure you want to put your tongue where he…where his…” Sonya couldn’t make herself finish the words.
“I want to heal the places that are burning and stinging—I want to ease your pain,” Davrik told her. “You’re mine, baby girl and I need to look after you.”
Sonya didn’t argue about the idea of belonging to the big Kindred. She would much rather belong to him than to the horrible Grox. Besides, she liked the idea of being healed—the places where she had scrubbed herself really were sore and stinging and extremely painful.
“All right,” she whispered, deciding to take him at his word.
“Good.” He nodded. “Then I need you to take off your nightgown, baby.”
Sonya bit her lip. He’d seen her naked before—not for very long, though—just when he was getting her dressed in the morning. Still, he couldn’t heal her unless she was as naked as she had been when she was hurt.
Davrik seemed to follow her line of thought.
“This isn’t sexual, baby girl,” he told her. “I just want to heal you and this is the only way. Can you trust me and take off your nightgown?”
Sonya made her choice—she would trust the big Kindred. Despite his great size and immense strength, he had been nothing but kind and gentle to her and she would trust him to continue in the same vein.
“All right,” she whispered. Reaching down, she lifted her nightgown over her head, baring herself for him completely.
Davrik’s pale blue eyes flicked up and down her naked form.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, stroking her cheek, which was hot with a blush. “Gods, you’re lovely baby girl!”
“Thank you,” Sonya whispered. She fought the urge to cover her breasts or hide her sex with her hands. After all, he might as well see the areas he was going to be licking.
“Tell me where it hurts,” Davrik murmured. “Show me where you need to be healed, baby girl.”
Sonya bit her lip again. So they were really going to do this. He was really going to lick her everywhere she was hurting. It was embarrassing and incredibly hot at the same time.
But it’s not sexual, she reminded herself sternly. Davrik says it’s not. He’s just going to heal me—that’s all.
“Here.”
She pointed to the soft skin right above her breasts.
Without a word, Davrik ducked his head and lapped the stinging area gently, bathing the wounded spot with his tongue.
His tenderness made Sonya’s breath catch in her throat. Though she had been miserable and crying just a few minutes ago, she felt her heart flutter in her chest. It occurred to her that his warm, cedar and spice scent was even stronger than usual. It seemed to draw her to him and make her want to be close to him in every way. But she was already sitting naked on his lap—how much closer could she get?
“Also here,” she murmured, pointing to her left breast.
“Let’s get you in a better position so I can reach you,” Davrik rumbled. He lifted her as though she weighed no more than a doll and got her to straddle his lap. Then he ducked his head again and lapped gently at her breast, though he avoided her nipple.