34. Addie

34

ADDIE

" H ow are you feeling?" Drago asked when she came back to the front of the ship.

Addie shrugged unhappily.

"Oh, you know—better I guess."

He frowned.

"You don't look like you feel better. In fact, you look miserable."

"It's just all these cuts—they sting." Addie nodded down at herself. She was wearing one of his spare uniform shirts which fell to her knees, since she hadn't brought any spare clothing herself. The thick, satiny fabric was smooth and nonabrasive but it still felt like sandpaper against her skin.

She didn't mention that the spider web on her back had grown. It was probably better to go to the Med Center when she got back to the Mother Ship rather than bother Drago with it, she told herself. But in the meantime, she was fairly miserable—between the itching on her back and the stinging cuts on her front, she felt raw all over.

Her Protector cleared his throat.

"About your cuts—" he began.

" Please don't apologize for your Drake again," Addie interrupted.

"I wasn't going to," Drago said stiffly. "What I was going to fucking say is that I need to heal your cuts."

Addie's heart started pounding.

"Oh, do you really want to? I mean, you don't mind?"

His stern expression softened.

"Of course I don't mind, baby. You're my Fated Mate—even though I can never have you, at least I can heal you."

Addie bit her lower lip.

"Thank you. I guess I just thought…after the way I nearly drained you dry…"

"I don't blame you for that," Drago said firmly. "I told you to take what you needed and you did. I'd offer you my vein again, if you wanted me to."

"I don't need any more blood, thank goodness. Hopefully my vampire status is permanently revoked." Addie tried to laugh but she couldn't help feeling the irritation of the spider web on her back. What if the fangs came back? She hoped they wouldn't but what if?—

"So, will you let me heal you?" Drago's deep voice interrupted her train of thought and she saw that he was looking at her hopefully. "If I do it now while the wounds are still fresh, you shouldn't have any scars."

Addie's heart started racing even faster.

"Um, you want to do it here? On the bridge of the ship?"

He shrugged.

"Why not? I think I can reach all of you this way—if you'll just unbutton my shirt. Which looks fucking sexy on you," he added, his golden eyes going half-lidded.

"Thank you," Addie murmured. Suddenly her nipples were so hard they ached and her pussy was beginning to feel hot and wet.

Don't get all excited, she warned herself sternly. He's just going to heal your cuts—that's all. It's not a big deal.

But it felt like a big deal when she unbuttoned the satin uniform shirt and bared herself for him.

Drago's golden eyes raked over her and he drew in a breath.

"Gods, you're so fucking gorgeous, baby," he muttered hoarsely. "Thank you for letting me do this—for letting me heal you."

"Thank you for asking," Addie said, smiling a little at their polite exchange. One thing she liked about the Kindred was that they always asked for consent. It made her feel safe and cared for to know she was with a man who wouldn't do anything against her will.

"Let's see—where should we start…" Drago spread the shirt open, baring her completely. "Hmm, I guess I should begin at the top and work my way down."

"I guess that would work." Addie tried to keep her voice nonchalant. She reminded herself again that he was just going to heal her but she couldn't help remembering how his healing had gone the night before.

"Come here, baby. You've got a nasty scratch right on your collarbone and the side of your neck." Drago tugged her closer to him. He was sitting in the pilot's chair, though he had turned to the side to face her. Addie was standing in the space between the chairs. She found they were nearly eye-to-eye, even though she was standing and he was sitting.

"Come a little closer," he urged. "Here—why don't you straddle my thigh?"

Addie didn't make any protest as he positioned her so that one of his thighs was between her legs and she was standing right in front of him. The position caused her pussy lips to spread open, but she told herself it didn't matter. After all, this was just about healing—nothing else. He was just?—

And then he started, driving all the thoughts out of her head.

Her Protector ducked his head and dragged his hot, wet tongue over her collarbone and up the side of her neck. Then he did it again…and again.

The sweet, gentle action sent waves of sensation through Addie's whole body. Her breath came short—her neck had always been an erogenous zone for her. She could feel her nipples getting even harder and she felt self-conscious all over about the fact that they were puffy, even though Drago had said he liked them the night before.

But the big Kindred didn't mention her nipples—or any other part of her for that matter. He seemed wholly intent on healing the scratch on her neck and he spent a long, long time licking her there.

At last he seemed satisfied and pulled back.

"Now let's see…where else? Your arms are pretty cut up too, baby. Better let me heal them next."

Addie was relieved that her body didn't react nearly as much when he dragged his tongue over the cuts on her arms. But she knew what was coming next—she had cuts on her breasts as well and some of them were quite close to her nipples. Should she say anything? Try to stop him?

But this might be the last time they were ever together. He kept saying that he couldn't Claim her. Addie decided to let the big Kindred do what he wanted. At least her heart had stopped pounding so hard while he healed her arms.

Drago finished with her arms at last and looked her over again.

"Hmm…I think these need to be healed too," he murmured, cupping her breasts in his big hands. He looked Addie in the eye. "How do you feel about that, baby? Do you mind if I heal your breasts? I might have to lick your sweet, puffy nipples to do it right."

Addie felt her heart start racing again.

"No, I…I don't mind," she got out at last. "Go ahead, Drago—heal me."

"Good girl," he murmured. "Do me a favor and arch your back a little—give me those beautiful breasts."

Addie did as he asked, pulling back her shoulders and arching her back to thrust her bare breasts closer to his face. She had to bite back a moan as he leaned forward and started licking again. Oh God, his tongue was so hot and his mouth felt so good on her!

She tried to hold still, but it was maddening to watch him work. Mostly because he seemed intent on starting on the cuts at the outside of her breasts and moving in towards the center. Addie thought she might explode with sexual frustration by the time he finally began circling one of her areolas with his warm, wet tongue. God, she wished he would suck her nipples!

As though he had heard her silent wish, Drago looked up for a moment, his golden eyes half-lidded and murmured,

"I'm afraid this cut is pretty deep, baby. Do you mind if I take your whole nipple in my mouth?"

"N-no," Addie stuttered, shaking her head. "Do…do whatever you have to, Drago. I mean, whatever you have to do to heal me."

" Mmm , I will, baby," he rumbled. "Come a little closer. Here—why don't you just sit on my knee?"

Addie's legs felt weak anyway. Before she knew it, she found herself straddling her Protector's knee. Drago still had on his flight leathers and the slick leather stretched tight over the hard muscle of his thigh rubbed against her open pussy in a most distracting way.

"Oh!" she gasped as he leaned down and captured her nipple fully in his mouth once more. "Oh, Drago…"

Before she could stop herself, her hands had found their way into his hair. She loved running her fingers through it as he sucked and licked her nipple, teasing it lightly with his teeth and then swirling his tongue around and around her sensitive tip.

A moment later, he switched to the other nipple. Addie moaned and thrust her breasts forward even more, offering him anything he wanted. And as he sucked, she rode him. It wasn't on purpose—not at first, at least. But her hips started rolling in pleasure and the motion rubbed her open pussy against his hard thigh.

"Oh… ohhh," she moaned breathlessly as she ground her aching clit against the leather-clad muscle. "Oh, Drago…feels so good when you heal me!"

Drago growled hungrily and kept sucking. But finally, just as Addie was sure she was going to come while he teased and sucked her nipples and she rode his thigh, he pulled back.

"Sorry to break things off, but I need to heal the rest of you, baby," he growled hoarsely. "Now let me see—what should I heal next? Maybe here?" He let his long fingers trail down her abdomen and belly where there were several scratches.

Addie bit her lip.

"I…I guess so," she said breathlessly.

"Good. But I think we need to change positions."

He pushed her gently off his thigh, not mentioning the wet spot she left on the black leather, and knelt down in front of her.

Addie looked down at him uncertainly but Drago was already taking her hips in his hands and leaning forward to lick her. She shivered as he dragged his hot tongue over her torso and then lower, to her belly. But the one place he didn't heal was the long scratch that started just under her belly button and ran all the way down to the top of her pussy slit.

She was beginning to wonder if he was ignoring it on purpose when Drago stopped and looked up at her with blazing eyes.

"Looks like you have a really long cut here, baby," he murmured, pointing at the scratch he'd been ignoring. "In fact, it's so long I can't even tell where it stops. Should I just start licking and keep going until you tell me to stop?"

Addie felt like her heart was trying to hammer its way right out of her chest.

"God!" she moaned softly. "Yes, Drago. Just…just start licking. I…I'll tell you when to stop."

He looked up, his eyes heavy with desire.

"All right, baby—that's what I'll do."

Leaning down again, he started at the top of the cut and began licking downward. Addie bit her lip as she watched him go lower and lower. Really, she ought to stop him, she told herself as the tip of his tongue ran over her mound and reached the very top of her slit. But somehow she couldn't make herself say a word as the big Kindred continued downward, his tongue sliding lower until he was licking just above her clit.

And that was where he chose to stop. Addie nearly moaned in frustration when he pulled his head away and looked up at her.

"How are you doing, baby?" he murmured. "I think I healed the cut, but it looks to me like there's another problem."

"There is?" Addie asked, trying not to reveal her frustration.

"Mm-hmm. See, it looks to me like your little clit is all wet and swollen." Gently, he spread her pussy lips and traced her throbbing button with a single fingertip. "Right here—do you see?"

Addie moaned and her hips jerked as his gentle touch sent sparks of pleasure through her entire body.

"Y-yes!" she stammered. "I see."

"So do you want me to heal that too?" he asked, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes. "Do you want me to heal your sweet little clit, baby? Is it hurting right now? Does it need kisses?"

Addie felt like her whole body was on fire with need by now.

"Yes, Drago," she moaned, shifting impatiently. "Yes, it most definitely needs kisses. Please, will you kiss me and lick me there?"

"I'll be happy to, baby. But first I need you to do something for me. Spread your legs wider. In fact, here—let's do this. Just lean back against the seat…"

Drago pushed her gently backward so that her back was against the side of the passenger seat. Then he lifted her left leg and placed it over his broad right shoulder.

"There," he rumbled softly, stroking her inner thigh. "Now your sweet pussy is nice and open for my tongue. Just relax and let me heal you, baby."

Addie cried out softly as he ducked his head again and his hot tongue found her inner folds. Oh God, she had never been with anyone like Drago—she'd never been with a man who loved to taste her so much or who was so incredibly good at it!

The big Kindred didn't waste any time. He immediately sucked her aching clit into his mouth and began teasing it with his tongue.

Addison moaned and slid her fingers into his thick hair, tugging him even closer. Oh God, she didn't know how long she could keep standing if he kept doing this and yet she never wanted him to stop!

"Drago!" she moaned, pulling ruthlessly at his hair as she ground herself against his hot mouth. "Oh please—that feels so good! Don't stop—I need more ."

Clearly the big Kindred took her at her word because he continued to bathe her aching clit with his tongue. And at the same time, two long fingers found the mouth of her pussy and slid deep inside her inner channel.

Addie threw back her head and moaned loudly as he began to fuck up into her. She loved the feeling of his deep penetration —she just wished that his fingers were even bigger . She felt so empty inside and she needed more!

Despite her craving for even more penetration, it didn't take long for the combination of his tongue and fingers to trigger her orgasm. Before she knew it, Addie was moaning and gasping as waves of pleasure rolled over her. She could feel her inner walls clenching tight and her nipples were so hard they ached .

"Yes, Drago— yes!" she moaned, grinding her pussy against his face while her Protector continued to suck and tongue her clit. Her hips jerked involuntarily and her fingers tightened mercilessly in his hair but the big Kindred didn't let up until she was gasping and trying to pull back because of the extreme sensitivity.

"Gods," he growled, when he looked up at last. "Love how wet you get, baby—love how you come so fucking hard."

"I…I can't help it," Addie panted. "When you taste me like that…"

"You mean when I eat your pussy," he growled. Withdrawing his fingers, he sucked them into his mouth, his eyes glowing with pleasure.

Addie watched him, still panting. Her knees felt so weak she wasn't sure her legs could hold her much longer. In fact, she had to lean harder against the passenger seat for support just to stay upright.

Drago noticed her weakness at once.

"What's wrong, baby—are you feeling lightheaded?" he asked anxiously.

"Maybe…maybe a little," Addie confessed. "I think maybe I should lie down." She looked at him hopefully. "Could you help me to the bedroom?"

Of course, baby," he murmured softly. Carefully he took her leg off his shoulder and rose to put an arm around her. "Come on—let's get you more comfortable."