Unwrapped – Brides of the Kindred Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
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Celia bit her lip. Should she? Really, she shouldn’t. But then, what if Ger’tha walked in and caught the two big warriors not touching her? And what about her nipples? They had to turn blue and apparently sexual contact was the only way to make that happen.

You’re justifying all this and you’re going to feel guilty later, whispered a little voice in her head. But Celia pushed it away. As long as it was just touching and not anything else, it couldn’t really be counted as cheating, she told herself.

“Yes, Fierce,” she told the Dark Twin. “Go ahead and…and wash my front.”

“Mmmm…with pleasure, lelka.” Reaching around her, he got another handful of foam and rubbed it between his palms. Then he cupped her breasts in his big hands and began “washing” her—though it was really more of a massaging, squeezing motion that ended with him tugging lightly at her nipples and sending sparks of pleasure through her whole body.

“Ohhhh…Dios!” Celia moaned as the Dark Twin continued to knead her bare breasts and tug at her nipples

“You like that, lelka?” he growled softly in her ear and she could feel his long shaft branding her ass and the small of her back. “Does it feel good when I wash you like this?”

“Yes!” Celia moaned. Looking down, she saw that Hold was massaging some of the pale pink foam into her inner thighs and then washing the little thatch of curls on her pussy mound. She had never felt so surrounded by masculine energy before—never felt so cared for and pampered. Both big warriors had raging hard-ons but they were wholly concentrated on making her feel good.

But just as she felt like she was about to melt into a puddle of lust butter right between them, Ger’tha stuck her horned head in the shower room.

“Hurry up, you three!” she exclaimed. “Shower time is over! It’s time for bed.”

“Oh, um—sorry!” Celia straightened up, reflexively covering her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other. Her hurt hand was a lot less painful now, she noted, though it was still pretty tender.

Hold saw her flexing her hand carefully and rose to murmur in her ear,

“Don’t worry, my lady—I’ll see to your wounds as soon as we get back to our sleeping area. I have some wound-heal spray that should fix you right up.”

“Thank you.” Celia smiled at him as the three of them rinsed themselves off.

There was a stack of purple towels on a wooden bench that were the same color as the Mother Tree’s huge leaves. After picking one up, Celia realized it must be one of the leaves, cut down to towel size. It had one furry side and one smooth side. The furry side seemed more absorbent so she used it to wipe herself down and then wrapped the leaf-towel around herself securely.

The guys dried themselves as well and then all of them took their clothes and filed back into the dormitory, under the watchful eye of Ger’tha.

“All right—get settled and then mind you try again to turn your goddess’s nipples blue,” she reminded them sternly. “I’ll be checking on you three to make sure you’re doing as you should.”

It was clear from the moans and groans and squeaking sounds coming from the many curtained off areas that the other recruits were certainly doing as they should, Celia thought. Through a gap in the curtains, she caught sight of Sess’ely and her three goat men again.

The unicorn girl was kneeling on the bed, sucking two of her worshippers at the same time and the third was fucking her from behind. Celia thought she looked blissfully happy…then she remembered La’ver’na’s plan for the little quartet and shivered.

If possible, she would have to try and find a way to warn Sess’ely. Maybe she and her goat men worshippers could go back to JoCosta Prime and live happily ever after together. Of course, JoCostan society might not approve of their polyamorous relationship, but that was better than being eaten by a tree!

She tried to put that out of her mind as they finally got back to their own sleeping area and sat on the bed together.

The minute they got settled with the curtains drawn, Hold pulled a small medical kit out from beneath the mattress and opened it.

“All right, my lady—let me see your hurt hand,” he instructed, suddenly all business.

Celia held it out to him, palm up, and he took a tiny bottle from the small kit and sprayed it over the many tiny pin-prick wounds that covered her palm and fingers.

“There.” He nodded and recapped the bottle before putting it away. “That will seal your wounds and keep out any infection. Your hand will still be tender for a while but it will heal much more quickly than it would have without treatment.”


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