Something more like his cock, you mean? whispered the judgmental little voice.
Yes, exactly…his shaft inside me, filling me, taking me…Trin thought, still delirious with lust. She was still riding the waves of pleasure and the mean little voice seemed much fainter while she was coming—almost as if it didn’t matter at all.
It shouldn’t matter, she told herself firmly. I should ignore it…banish it forever and never listen to it again! After all, I belong to the Kindred Goddess now—the Mother of All Life—and she approves of love between males and females. Why should I not give in and enjoy the pleasure of Thrace’s touch? The pleasure of letting him fill me…
As if reading her mind, Thrace finally stopped lapping and sucking and looked up from between her thighs.
“Gods, you taste so delicious,” he growled, licking his lips which were wet with her juices. “I could taste you all night, baby.”
“I’d like that,” Trin whispered breathlessly. “But I wish…wish we could do more than just tasting.”
His eyes blazed with interest. “And what exactly is it you want to do?”
“Well, I was thinking…” Trin blushed, unable to make herself go on. After a lifetime of being taught it was wrong to let a male penetrate her, how could she actually ask him to make love to her now? And how would he feel about it if she did ask?
Thrace got up and came to sit beside her on the bed.
“Hey,” he murmured, putting an arm around her. “Do you remember what I told you about how the medicine Commander Sylvan gave me was best for bonded couples?”
“Yes…and?” Trin looked up at him, wondering where he was going with this.
“And so I was thinking, maybe if we renewed our bond it might be more effective. I mean, I don’t know for sure but it might help.”
“Renew our bond? How?” Trin’s breathing was coming faster again and she was very aware of his big, warm body so close to her smaller, naked one.
“The same way we bonded in the first place,” he murmured.
“You mean…” Her heart started to pound. “By letting you penetrate me?”
Slowly, he nodded. “Of course, I know how upset you were last time when we were suddenly in each other’s heads. But if you didn’t like it when we were finished, you could always block me again.”
“I seem to be good at that, don’t I?” Trin asked softly. “It’s the unblocking I have no idea about.”
“Well, this is the way to do it…if you want to.” He cupped her cheek in one hand and looked into her eyes. “If you want to let me in.”
Trin knew he was talking about more than just letting him into her body…his whole heart was in his eyes when he spoke. She knew the courage it must have taken to lay himself bare to her when she had already rejected him once, back when he first came for her at the temple.
She bit her lip, considering…should she do this? Before she’d had no choice in the matter—it was let Thrace penetrate her or die of the passion berry wine. But if she did this now it would be absolutely voluntary and deliberate on her part. She would be asking a male to penetrate her—to fill her with his shaft and thrust deep in her pussy until he bathed her inner cunt with his seed. After everything she’d endured for partaking in this act once, was she really ready to do it again?
Disgusting…a disgrace…blasphemer…sacrilege! howled the voice of guilt inside her. For a moment Trin wanted to shrink away from Thrace’s touch…to go hide and keep her shameful urges to herself.
But then Nadiah’s words came back to her, whispering like the fresh, clean smelling breeze that had blown through the trees of the Sacred Grove. “The Goddess approves of love between those she has brought together,” she had said. And hadn’t she clearly brought Trin and Thrace together? They came from two races which did not mix with the opposite sex if at all possible and yet…she loved him as she had never loved anyone else. And the look in his silver-blue eyes spoke of the feelings he had for her as well.
How else could they have come together except by divine intervention? And why else would the Goddess lift the blood curse and send Trin to Thrace to be cured of her wounds if she didn’t intend for them to stay together?
I love him, Trin thought. And being with him…bonding with him is the best way to show it.
She still wasn’t completely sure he would stay, even if they did renew their bond. He had talked about packing and going after she was healed and had also pointed out that she could block him again if she wanted to. So maybe he was just offering to try once more to heal her before he left…
“Sorry.” Thrace’s deep voice broke her train of thought. “I shouldn’t have suggested it. Should’ve known how you’d feel about letting me do that to you again after what you learned about my past.”
“Thrace, no…” Clearly he’d misinterpreted her lengthy silence. “Why would you say that?” she asked softly.
“You saw what happened with my old Master—saw it in that fucking dream.” He sighed. “I thought that was one reason you were pushing me away.”
“I was pushing you away because of the blood curse the high priestess laid on me—not because of your past,” Trin assured him. “It’s a death sentence and I didn’t want to drag you down with me.”
“A death sentence?” His black brows raised in surprised concern. “What are you talking about?”
“It was killing me,” Trin said softly. “It saps your will to live—makes you just want to lay down and die. That’s…” She took a deep breath. “That’s what I’ve been doing these past few weeks. Dying.”
“What?” He took her by the shoulders and looked into her face anxiously. “Baby, is there anything I can do? We have to get you help—have to lift the curse somehow!”
“It’s already been lifted,” Trin assured him quickly. “In the Sacred Grove. I’m okay now. It’s why I finally dared to come and see you.” She looked at him earnestly. “I wanted to say how sorry I was for pushing you away. But I did it for your own good—I was afraid if I died and our bond was strong, I’d take you with me.”
“Baby…” He stroked her cheek, looking into her eyes. “Don’t you know I’d rather die with you than live a single day without you?”
“Don’t, Thrace.” Trin shook her head and looked away from his intense, silver-blue gaze. “I don’t deserve that from you. Not after all I put you through—not after the way I pushed you away.”
“You were doing what you thought you had to do,” he rumbled. “I just misinterpreted it. I thought after you saw my past…”
“That never had anything to do with it,” Trin assured him. “I think it’s horrible what happened to you, but it doesn’t affect how I feel about you. I hope…” She looked down. “I hope you won’t let what I allowed to happen to me at the temple affect how you feel about me either.”
“You might have gone there of your own free will in the first place but you’re not to blame for what they did when you got there,” Thrace growled. “That whole place is completely fucked up—especially the female who runs it!”
“Betina…” Trin sighed. “She truly made me believe I deserved everything that was done to me—even…” She swallowed hard. “Even what happened to Swift and Silk. Not to mention my skin…my hair…” She put a hand to her head. Becca had done her best to trim it into a more attractive shape but it was still much shorter than Trin liked.
“Your hair will grow back,” Thrace said firmly. “Or you could keep it short—makes it easier for me to see your gorgeous face.”
“Not so gorgeous anymore…” Trin put her fingers to one scarred cheek.
“Yes.” Thrace took her hand in his and kissed her palm gently. “Still gorgeous. Still beautiful—always beautiful to me, baby.”
Trin gave him a tremulous smile. “That’s how I feel about you, you know. You’re still the same male I came to care for so deeply and your past doesn’t change that. And it also doesn’t change my desire…” She cleared her throat, feeling the hot blood rush to her cheeks. “My desire to…to give myself to you.”
The pain on his strong features cleared.