Page 62 of Tamed By Her Touch

Fuck—this was mortifying!

“Hold her,” Varell said, breaking his train of thought.

Kaelus had to fight not to glare at the other male.

“I am holding her,” he growled.

His hands were positioned carefully at Clair’s waist—he was afraid to touch her any more than that.

“No, hold her as I am holding my wife—my goddess.”

Varell gestured at Maera. She was sitting sideways across her husband’s lap, nestled comfortably against his chest while his arm curved around her body and his hand rested lightly on her thigh.

Maera smiled sympathetically.

“It may be difficult to get used to, if you don’t come from an affectionate society but please believe it is for the best. You will never fit in here on Titus Four if you don’t worship your goddess properly.”

Clair’s shoulders began to shake with suppressed laughter.

Kaelus leaned closer to her ear.

“If you laugh, I will drop you,” he murmured.

“No, you won’t,” she whispered back.

Unfortunately, she was right—he would never risk hurting her in any way, no matter how irritated he got with her.

Instead of dropping her, Kaelus adjusted his hold, wrapping one arm more securely around her waist.

Clair settled back against his chest with a contented sigh.

“This is nice, sweetheart,” she said to him. “I think I like the Titus Four customs.”

Kaelus merely grunted in reply, but her new position on his lap was worse—much worse.

Her hair brushed his jaw now and he could feel every breath she took. The sweet scent of her skin and the way her ass nestled against his aching cock was almost unbearable.

Varell smiled brightly.

“Now, isn’t that better? It is always best to keep your goddess close.”

“Much better,” Kaelus said in a strangled voice, when Clair elbowed him.

“Yes, thank you for showing us your customs,” she added, smiling at Varell and Maera sweetly.

“You’re more than welcome, my dear,” Maera saw, smiling back. “And now, if everyone is comfortable, perhaps we can begin your interview.”

“Of course.” Kaelus nodded stiffly. “Let us begin.”

And so they did.

For the first several minutes, things went reasonably well. Clair explained their research and outlined the crisis on Glenvarren, while Kaelus described what was known about Viral Hyperandrogenic Encephalopathy and the strange lack of violent symptoms among the inhabitants of Titus Four.

“And so, you can see that the situation is dire and we really need access to your scientific database,” he concluded. “Women are dying because what you call “the Love Virus” and we call “Savage Syndrome” is causing males to turn against their mates and kill them by…” He could barely get the words out—as a Kindred, they tasted foul in his mouth. “By raping them to death,” he said at last.

Maera gasped and Varell looked ill.

“Forgive me—the idea makes me sick as well,” Kaelus said. “Kindred do not harm women—ever. It is anathema to our very nature.”