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//-->Brides of the KindredBook 7: ExiledbyEvangeline AndersonSMASHWORDS EDITION*****PUBLISHED BY:Evangeline Anderson on SmashwordsBrides of the KindredBook 7: ExiledCopyright © 2012 by Evangeline AndersonSmashwords Edition License NotesThis ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be resold or givenaway to other people. If you would like to share this book with anotherperson, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you'rereading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only,then you should return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you forrespecting the author's work.Chapter One“I can’t wear this! Not out in public where everyone can see me!” Lissa stared down atherself in horror. The gown her new friend Kat had squeezed her into was the completeopposite of the flowing white priestess robes she was used to wearing. It was a rich royalpurple and the material was stiff and binding. But it wasn’t the cut or color of the gownthat Lissa objected to—it was the fact that it was completely obscene.“Lissa—” Kat began in a reasonable tone of voice but Lissa shook her head.“Just look at me, Kat! I…I’mexposed.”She pointed down to the stiff molded bodice ofthe gown that cupped her breasts in a tight embrace. The problem was, the gown onlycradled thebottomsof them, leaving her nipples bare except for the tiny pieces of palegold lace that fanned out of the tops of the cups to act as flimsy shields. They covered her—barely—as long as she stood perfectly straight and didn’t shift around too much.Butwhat if I need to move quickly? What if I drop something and need to pick it up?Lissa was sureif that happened, she would fall out of the dress completely, baring herself to anyonewatching.“You’re fine as long as you don’t bend down,” Kat said, obviously having the samethought. “Just stand up straight and don’t wiggle.”“But…but what about the bottom part?” Lissa motioned to the lower half of the gown.The skin tight bodice hugged her waist and hips, then flowed out behind her in anelaborate, shimmering, crystal encrusted train. It was the place where the bodice split, afew inches below her bellybutton, that worried Lissa. The dress showed her crotch in amost provocative manner.“I know it’s kind of…revealing,” Kat said, frowning. “But youdohave decorativepanties to go with it.”Decorative was a good word to describe them, Lissa thought, because they reallyweren’t very practical at all. A tiny triangle of gold lace that matched her nipple shieldsbarely covered the small thatch of blonde curls at the apex of her sex. The back of thepanties was a string—just one little gold string that ran up the back of her behind. Lissahad never worn undergarments like this before—Kat had called it a “thong”. Lissa calledit perverted.“Please, Kat,” she begged. “I just can’t. It’s not only that I’m ashamed to be seen inpublic like this. It’s…it’s thatSaberwill see me too.” She could barely force her kinsman’sname from her dry throat but she made herself do it anyway. He was the real reason shedidn’t want to appear in this obscene getup. Lissa was naturally modest and shy but hiswas the only opinion she really cared about. And if he saw her looking like this…Whatwill he think of me?Lissa asked herself and was too afraid to contemplate the answer.She and Saber were of the same clan—the Sun Clan of the Touch Kindred—and shehad been adopted into his family after her parents had died. There was no blood tiebetween them but according to the strict laws of her people, the two circumstances madeSaber her older brother twice over and, as such, completely off limits.Despite this taboo, Lissa had allowed an illicit love to grow between them—a love shehad subsequently ended. But to her lasting shame, she still had feelings for the tallwarrior with the hazel eyes. He had comforted her after the death of her family anddefended her from the bullies at the school they both attended as children. He had alsosaved her life when she was wandering in the desert, dying of dehydration. With somuch history between them, how could she not still feel something for him? How couldshe not care what he thought?A look of compassion and understanding filled Kat’s blue eyes. “I get it, doll, and I’mreally sorry,” she said softly, breaking into Lissa’s ragged thoughts. “But this is how theydress on Yonnie Six. In fact, this is one of the moremodestdesigns—believe me, Isearched through all of them. Those Yonnie girls aren’t afraid to show a little skin.”“ Alittleskin?” Lissa looked down at herself again. “Are you telling me there areworse gowns than this in the cube you packed for me?”Kat cleared her throat and looked uncomfortable. “Just a few. Mostly the ones formore formal occasions like court balls and banquets. It’s a good thing the Mother Shiphas a clothing pattern replicator—I never would have been able to sew them all myself.”“But I can’t be seen like this,” Lissa protested.Kat frowned. “Youhaveto be, Lissa. You have to fit in or your mission is going to flopthe minute you step foot out of the shuttle. How do you expect to recover the ancientscrolls that tell how to defeat the Hoard if you don’t blend in with the rest of theYonnites?”“But—”“You look gorgeous,” Kat said firmly. “And don’t just takemyword for it.” Sheturned toward the door, smiling. “Hi Saber. How do you like your new outfit?”Her heart in her throat, Lissa whirled around before she could stop herself. She foundherself face to face with her kinsman.“Hello, Lissa,” he said quietly.“Saber. I didn’t know you were here. I…I didn’t want you to see me like this.” Shecrossed her arms over her nearly bare breasts protectively and took a step back.“You’re beautiful, as always,” he replied, his deep voice husky with emotion. “But Iwon’t look if you don’t wish me to.” Resolutely, he kept his changeable hazel eyes,flecked with gold and green, fixed firmly on her face.“Thank you.” Lissa dropped her own jade green eyes and found that she couldn’tshow him the same courtesy he had given her. Though she tried not to look, her gazewandered up and down the length of his large, muscular body. He was tall—over six footsix as all Kindred were—and his skin was a deep, natural tan. She couldn’t help noticingthat his chest was bare, revealing shoulders twice as broad as her own and ripplingabdominals. Tight black trousers made of some stiff, shiny material clung to his lean hipsand long legs. Lissa tried not to look at the crotch where an impressive bulge pressedhard against the fastening of the skin-tight trousers. Instead, her eyes skipped upward tohis throat and her breath caught in her chest.“Saber,” she whispered, forgetting about her own state of dress—or undress—in herworry. “What…what is that?” Her hand darted up to touch the thick black collar fastenedaround his corded neck. Dangling from it was a long leather strip with a loop at the end.“It’s a leash,” Kat said matter-of-factly, stepping forward.“A leash?” Lissa looked at her, horrified. “But…you can’t expect Saber to wearsomething like that. He’s not an animal or apetfor the Goddess’s sake!”“No, he’s lower than that—he’s your body-slave,” Kat said. “And you’d better getused to treating him like one or you’re going to blow your cover before you even getyour foot in the door at Yonnie Six.”Lissa opened her mouth to protest but Saber cut her off.“She’s right, Lissa,” he said quietly. “Males on Yonnie Six are considered little betterthan domestic beasts. They exist only to protect and serve their mistresses.”“And you’re willing for me to treat you like that? Like a slave? Like a pet?” Lissademanded. Saber was a Kindred warrior—a proud male who was next in line to be theleader of their people. And she…she was just an orphaned girl with no family who hadbeen exiled from her home world for the sin of caring for him. How could he humblehimself to act like her slave?Saber frowned, as though guessing her thoughts. “I’m willing to do whatever it takesto keep you safe,” he rumbled. “If that means wearing these clothes and calling you‘mistress’, I’ll do it without hesitation.”Kat nodded approvingly. “See? Saber gets it. This isn’t some game you’re playinghere, Lissa—both your lives depend on it. So you have to act the part—to reallyinhabitit.”“Says the girl who spent all ofonesummer at acting camp.” The new voice came fromOlivia, who was moving ponderously because of her advanced state of pregnancy.Behind her was Sophia, her twin sister who Lissa knew was also pregnant. She wasn’tnearly as far along in her pregnancy as her sister but she was still showing quiteprominently—possibly because she was carrying twins.“Sorry to sneak up on you,” Sophia said apologetically. “But we’re both out of peanutbutter and I was hoping you might have some, Kat.”Kat sighed. “Ah, the things I give up for my pregnant friends. Sure, help yourselves,raid the kitchen. I have a couple of jars in the cupboard.” She nodded at the food preparea of her suite but to Lissa’s discomfort, the two sisters didn’t immediately follow theirfriend’s prompt.“So, is this one of the gowns you’re going to wear on Yonnie Six?” Olivia asked with [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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//-->Brides of the KindredBook 7: ExiledbyEvangeline AndersonSMASHWORDS EDITION*****PUBLISHED BY:Evangeline Anderson on SmashwordsBrides of the KindredBook 7: ExiledCopyright © 2012 by Evangeline AndersonSmashwords Edition License NotesThis ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be resold or givenaway to other people. If you would like to share this book with anotherperson, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you'rereading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only,then you should return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you forrespecting the author's work.Chapter One“I can’t wear this! Not out in public where everyone can see me!” Lissa stared down atherself in horror. The gown her new friend Kat had squeezed her into was the completeopposite of the flowing white priestess robes she was used to wearing. It was a rich royalpurple and the material was stiff and binding. But it wasn’t the cut or color of the gownthat Lissa objected to—it was the fact that it was completely obscene.“Lissa—” Kat began in a reasonable tone of voice but Lissa shook her head.“Just look at me, Kat! I…I’mexposed.”She pointed down to the stiff molded bodice ofthe gown that cupped her breasts in a tight embrace. The problem was, the gown onlycradled thebottomsof them, leaving her nipples bare except for the tiny pieces of palegold lace that fanned out of the tops of the cups to act as flimsy shields. They covered her—barely—as long as she stood perfectly straight and didn’t shift around too much.Butwhat if I need to move quickly? What if I drop something and need to pick it up?Lissa was sureif that happened, she would fall out of the dress completely, baring herself to anyonewatching.“You’re fine as long as you don’t bend down,” Kat said, obviously having the samethought. “Just stand up straight and don’t wiggle.”“But…but what about the bottom part?” Lissa motioned to the lower half of the gown.The skin tight bodice hugged her waist and hips, then flowed out behind her in anelaborate, shimmering, crystal encrusted train. It was the place where the bodice split, afew inches below her bellybutton, that worried Lissa. The dress showed her crotch in amost provocative manner.“I know it’s kind of…revealing,” Kat said, frowning. “But youdohave decorativepanties to go with it.”Decorative was a good word to describe them, Lissa thought, because they reallyweren’t very practical at all. A tiny triangle of gold lace that matched her nipple shieldsbarely covered the small thatch of blonde curls at the apex of her sex. The back of thepanties was a string—just one little gold string that ran up the back of her behind. Lissahad never worn undergarments like this before—Kat had called it a “thong”. Lissa calledit perverted.“Please, Kat,” she begged. “I just can’t. It’s not only that I’m ashamed to be seen inpublic like this. It’s…it’s thatSaberwill see me too.” She could barely force her kinsman’sname from her dry throat but she made herself do it anyway. He was the real reason shedidn’t want to appear in this obscene getup. Lissa was naturally modest and shy but hiswas the only opinion she really cared about. And if he saw her looking like this…Whatwill he think of me?Lissa asked herself and was too afraid to contemplate the answer.She and Saber were of the same clan—the Sun Clan of the Touch Kindred—and shehad been adopted into his family after her parents had died. There was no blood tiebetween them but according to the strict laws of her people, the two circumstances madeSaber her older brother twice over and, as such, completely off limits.Despite this taboo, Lissa had allowed an illicit love to grow between them—a love shehad subsequently ended. But to her lasting shame, she still had feelings for the tallwarrior with the hazel eyes. He had comforted her after the death of her family anddefended her from the bullies at the school they both attended as children. He had alsosaved her life when she was wandering in the desert, dying of dehydration. With somuch history between them, how could she not still feel something for him? How couldshe not care what he thought?A look of compassion and understanding filled Kat’s blue eyes. “I get it, doll, and I’mreally sorry,” she said softly, breaking into Lissa’s ragged thoughts. “But this is how theydress on Yonnie Six. In fact, this is one of the moremodestdesigns—believe me, Isearched through all of them. Those Yonnie girls aren’t afraid to show a little skin.”“ Alittleskin?” Lissa looked down at herself again. “Are you telling me there areworse gowns than this in the cube you packed for me?”Kat cleared her throat and looked uncomfortable. “Just a few. Mostly the ones formore formal occasions like court balls and banquets. It’s a good thing the Mother Shiphas a clothing pattern replicator—I never would have been able to sew them all myself.”“But I can’t be seen like this,” Lissa protested.Kat frowned. “Youhaveto be, Lissa. You have to fit in or your mission is going to flopthe minute you step foot out of the shuttle. How do you expect to recover the ancientscrolls that tell how to defeat the Hoard if you don’t blend in with the rest of theYonnites?”“But—”“You look gorgeous,” Kat said firmly. “And don’t just takemyword for it.” Sheturned toward the door, smiling. “Hi Saber. How do you like your new outfit?”Her heart in her throat, Lissa whirled around before she could stop herself. She foundherself face to face with her kinsman.“Hello, Lissa,” he said quietly.“Saber. I didn’t know you were here. I…I didn’t want you to see me like this.” Shecrossed her arms over her nearly bare breasts protectively and took a step back.“You’re beautiful, as always,” he replied, his deep voice husky with emotion. “But Iwon’t look if you don’t wish me to.” Resolutely, he kept his changeable hazel eyes,flecked with gold and green, fixed firmly on her face.“Thank you.” Lissa dropped her own jade green eyes and found that she couldn’tshow him the same courtesy he had given her. Though she tried not to look, her gazewandered up and down the length of his large, muscular body. He was tall—over six footsix as all Kindred were—and his skin was a deep, natural tan. She couldn’t help noticingthat his chest was bare, revealing shoulders twice as broad as her own and ripplingabdominals. Tight black trousers made of some stiff, shiny material clung to his lean hipsand long legs. Lissa tried not to look at the crotch where an impressive bulge pressedhard against the fastening of the skin-tight trousers. Instead, her eyes skipped upward tohis throat and her breath caught in her chest.“Saber,” she whispered, forgetting about her own state of dress—or undress—in herworry. “What…what is that?” Her hand darted up to touch the thick black collar fastenedaround his corded neck. Dangling from it was a long leather strip with a loop at the end.“It’s a leash,” Kat said matter-of-factly, stepping forward.“A leash?” Lissa looked at her, horrified. “But…you can’t expect Saber to wearsomething like that. He’s not an animal or apetfor the Goddess’s sake!”“No, he’s lower than that—he’s your body-slave,” Kat said. “And you’d better getused to treating him like one or you’re going to blow your cover before you even getyour foot in the door at Yonnie Six.”Lissa opened her mouth to protest but Saber cut her off.“She’s right, Lissa,” he said quietly. “Males on Yonnie Six are considered little betterthan domestic beasts. They exist only to protect and serve their mistresses.”“And you’re willing for me to treat you like that? Like a slave? Like a pet?” Lissademanded. Saber was a Kindred warrior—a proud male who was next in line to be theleader of their people. And she…she was just an orphaned girl with no family who hadbeen exiled from her home world for the sin of caring for him. How could he humblehimself to act like her slave?Saber frowned, as though guessing her thoughts. “I’m willing to do whatever it takesto keep you safe,” he rumbled. “If that means wearing these clothes and calling you‘mistress’, I’ll do it without hesitation.”Kat nodded approvingly. “See? Saber gets it. This isn’t some game you’re playinghere, Lissa—both your lives depend on it. So you have to act the part—to reallyinhabitit.”“Says the girl who spent all ofonesummer at acting camp.” The new voice came fromOlivia, who was moving ponderously because of her advanced state of pregnancy.Behind her was Sophia, her twin sister who Lissa knew was also pregnant. She wasn’tnearly as far along in her pregnancy as her sister but she was still showing quiteprominently—possibly because she was carrying twins.“Sorry to sneak up on you,” Sophia said apologetically. “But we’re both out of peanutbutter and I was hoping you might have some, Kat.”Kat sighed. “Ah, the things I give up for my pregnant friends. Sure, help yourselves,raid the kitchen. I have a couple of jars in the cupboard.” She nodded at the food preparea of her suite but to Lissa’s discomfort, the two sisters didn’t immediately follow theirfriend’s prompt.“So, is this one of the gowns you’re going to wear on Yonnie Six?” Olivia asked with [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]