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You also didn’t mind sucking him, whispered a little voice in her head. And you admitted that you fantasized about him!
That was something she hadn’t even been willing to admit to herself before, but it was true. Who did she think of when she was snuggled up in bed at night with her vibrator? Who else but her partner got her blood pumping? She might have taken great pains not to picture his face as she touched herself, but she’d imagined his big, muscular body covering hers many, many times. Imagined him thrusting inside her, filling her up as he growled in her ear…
Andi shook her head. Where were all these horny thoughts coming from? Why was she feeling so turned on? She hadn’t been before she’d given Thrax the blow job—or actually, maybe she had. She remembered that she’d started getting hot after breathing in his scent and being close to him in the chair. What was going on here? Was it the Fume in the air that was making her all hot and bothered?
“…very disappointing!” Queen Pantyitch’s voice broke her train of thought. “How could he make so little? How?—”
A knocking on the door of the lounge interrupted her and a voice outside said, “Panty, it’s me!”
“My Queen, I believe the Mistress has arrived,” Turg said.
“Oh, finally—here she is at last. Not that I have much to show her,” Queen Pantyitch said, looking sour. “Let her in, Turg.”
The little male-wife ran to the door and pulled it open. A tall, slender woman with wide, violet eyes walked into the lounge. She had pale purple hair which was piled in a fashionable up-do on top of her head and she was wearing a dark purple dress which matched her eyes.
Her age was impossible to determine, Andi thought. The skin of her face seemed unnaturally smooth, as though she’d had some kind of work done, but her body was toned and her teacup sized breasts—which were on display through the transparent violet panel in the front of her dress—were perky and firm.
“Panty, you won’t believe what a tiresome time I had getting here,” she said to Queen Pantyitch, completely ignoring Andi. “Now where is this new Kindred stud you wanted me to see so badly? He’d better be good—getting here from Yonnie Six was an absolute nightmare.”
“Oh, he’s over in the chair. No—here he comes.” Queen Pantyitch gestured and Andi turned to see that Thrax had left the chair in front of the fireplace and was standing behind her.
The moment she saw him, she knew something was wrong with her partner. His whole body was rigid and his golden eyes were fixed on Queen Pantyitch’s business partner.
“Mistress Stoneheart,” he growled and Andi saw his hands bunch into fists as his eyes narrowed in fury. He bared his fangs in a low growl that rumbled up from his deep chest.
Her breath caught in her throat—she’d never seen Thrax look so menacing before!
“Ah, Thrax!” The Yonnite Mistress took a step forward, her face lighting with recognition. “Look at you! All grown up and looking so handsome!”
Thrax didn’t seem to share her delight.
“You cold hearted bitch!” he growled hoarsely. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Mistress Stoneheart put a hand on her chest and opened her eyes wide.
“Me? Why I’m Panty’s business partner—didn’t she tell you?” She turned to Queen Pantyitch. “This is the warrior I told you about—the one that got away all those years ago! And just when I’d gotten him so nicely trained.” She looked up at Thrax, apparently completely unconcerned even though the big Hybrid had murder in his eyes. “I still don’t understand how you managed to slip away from me.”
“You’re the one who’s going to wish she got away, Mistress,” Thrax growled, taking a step towards her. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten all the fucked-up shit you put me through!”
“Of course I remember your training,” Mistress Stoneheart said coolly. “The question is, do you?” She pointed a finger at him. “You do, don’t you? So why don’t you kneel for me, my beautiful boy?”
Andi, who had been watching this exchange with her heart pounding, stared in disbelief as her enormous, menacing partner suddenly went to his knees. The fury on his face was wiped away in an instant to be replaced by a cold blankness that was even more frightening to behold.
“Now, then—that’s better, isn’t it?” Mistress Stoneheart purred. “Aren’t you feeling better now, Thrax, dear?”
“Yes, Mistress.” His voice was low and mechanical—almost robotic. It sent chills down Andi’s spine to hear her partner speak like that.
“After all these years, you’re back where you belong—with me.”
The Yonnite Mistress reached for Thrax. She would have taken his face in her hands but Andi stepped between them.
“I don’t think so,” she snapped, glaring up at the taller woman. “Thrax is mine! My partner—er, male-wife. So keep your hands off him!”
“Oh dear—please excuse me.” Mistress Stoneheart stepped back with elaborate courtesy. “I had no idea he had a new owner.”
“Well, he does!” Andi lifted her chin. “So I’d like you to undo whatever it was that you did to him.” She waved at her partner, who was still kneeling there with a blank look on his face.
“Merely a little light hypnosis—it’s necessary for safety when dealing with such a big, powerful male—I’m sure you’ll agree,” Mistress Stoneheart said coolly. “It will wear off on its own in a few minutes.” She looked at Queen Pantyitch. “Well, thank you for this little taste of my past, but I’m more than fatigued—I really must get to my sleep quarters now.”
