Free Cursed: Brides of the Kindred 13 by Evangeline Anderson Page A

as funny and she started to giggle. “Couldn’t…miss you if I did,” she went on, still laughing. “You’re as broad as a…as a damn barn door.”
    He was smiling too, an expression that seemed to originate more in those deep blue eyes though the corner of his full mouth quirked up a little too.
    “I thought we agreed not to talk about each other’s personal assets?”
    “You mean your size?” Charlie giggled again. “Got news for you, cowboy—that’s not the only part of you that’s big.” She wiggled in his lap, rubbing against the growing lump she could feel under her ass. “Mmm, pants-python,” she murmured and then burst into another fit of giggles.
    “Um…” Stavros shifted, his face growing red. “Charlotte—”
    “Charlie!” she corrected him.
    “Yes. Charlie, may I ask what exactly was in that medication you took? Was there some kind of drug that helps loosen inhibitions?”
    “You mean something that would make me do this?” Tangling her fingers in the thick auburn hair at the nape of his neck, she dragged his head down and planted a kiss on his full lips.
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    Stavros stiffened against her at first, then his instincts too over and he kissed her back with passionate intensity. Careless of anything else, he crushed her to him, feeding on her sweet, pink lips, tasting her as he knew he had been wishing to do almost from the moment he heard her silky voice in his ear telling him not to move.
    Gods, I shouldn’t be doing this! Shouldn’t be taking advantage… He was reasonably certain the way she was acting had more to do with her medication than a sudden liking she might have taken to him. But she just felt so right in his arms—though her body was small compared to his, she was lush and ripe in all the right places. Her soft, full breasts crushed against his bare chest and the feel of her rounded bottom rubbing against his rock-hard shaft was almost more than he could bear. Her lips were sweet too, as kissably soft as he’d imagined and the tip of her tongue was dancing lightly inside his mouth, teasing him, provoking him to pull her closer, to kiss her harder…
    Suddenly she stiffened in his arms and pulled back.
    “Ouch!”
    “What is it?” Stavros pulled back, panting and shamefaced. He shouldn’t have taken advantage of her that way. But somehow when she’d pressed herself against him he had lost all control. What was wrong with him?
    “You bit me—hard!” she put a finger to her mouth and it came away bloody. She stared at it, wide-eyed. “Why did you do that?”
    “An accident. Forgive me.” It was hard to talk since his fangs had grown suddenly so long and sharp. They throbbed from base to tip and when he dared to run the tip of his tongue over one sharp edge, he tasted a salty droplet and knew it was her blood.
    There was another taste too—something only he could have detected. Subtly numbing and cooling at the same time, it tingled on his tongue.
    Essence. Did I inject her? If so, how much did she get?
    He knew he should examine her and offer to heal the wound his fangs had made but she was staring at him mistrustfully now and honestly, Stavros didn’t blame her. He wasn’t entirely sure he could trust himself at this moment. What was wrong with him, taking advantage of her that way? Clearly the medicine had incapacitated her. How could he look himself in the viewer again after acting in such a way with a helpless female?
    “Forgive me,” he said, lifting her and placing her carefully back in the passenger side chair. “I…am not sure what came over me.”
    “I…” She shook her head. “I don’t know either but I liked it—liked it a hell of a lot. Except for the biting, that is. You have to warn a girl if you’re gonna get kinky.”
    “It was not my intention to get…kinky,” Stavros said stiffly. “If you’ll pardon me a moment, I think it should be safe to try and contact the Mother Ship now.”
    “Sure…” She waved one hand