Tempting The Beast(21)

Dawn paled. Callan breathed a weary sigh. There were days he wondered if they would survive with

their sanity in tact.

“Take her home with you, Sherra,” Callan ordered. “I don’t want her left alone.”

He ignored Dawn’s look of surprised thankfulness.

“Keep her there,” he continued. “I’ll have my hands full running Ms. Tyler off. I need no other worries.”

“Good luck,” Doc said as he studied a page from the thick notebook he had stolen from the lab years

ago.

“What have you found?” Callan frowned, easing closer.

Jacob Martin shook his head worriedly, his lined face creasing into a scowl as he read the information he

had found.

“There was a case of this, with the first Leo created, about ten years before you. He was kept in another

location. This occurred with a female scientist, actually.” He turned worried eyes to Callan. “It affects not

just you, Callan, but the woman as well. The two of you are in a ‘mating frenzy’.”

“Mating frenzy?” Callan asked carefully.

“I must have missed this, because you’ve never displayed these symptoms before.” The scientist shook

his head in confusion. “It’s just a small notation, really. The Leo and the female were destroyed, so there

were no tests done regarding the phenomena. But extreme sexual distress, fevered conditions, heightened

senses, the ability to scent the female’s arousal, were all notated. The scientist labeled it as ‘mating

frenzy’. A condition similar to that of feline animals.”

Callan sat down as he breathed out wearily.

“No tests mean no way of knowing what will happen,” he said wearily.

Doctor Martin shook his head. “There was mention that several scientists wanted to study it, see if the

Leo could breed with the woman, but those over the project wouldn’t allow it. They destroyed the pair.”

Callan braced his elbows on his legs, his hands hanging between his knees as he lowered his head,

shaking it in horror. The decisions of life and death were made so easily within the hell they had been

created in.

“Someone has to keep an eye on the woman. I need those tests from her, Callan,” the doctor warned

him. “We need to track this, for the others if for no other reason. If it happens with you, then it will

happen with them. And we don’t know if the woman is in any danger from this.”

Callan wondered if the night could possibly get any worse.

“You need to check on her, Cal,” Sherra warned him. “Or let one of us.”

“I’ll do it,” he growled, he wanted none of the other males around her. “I’m taking the cell. Doc, you

and Sherra hang around here for now. I’ll contact you if she’s still—” He shrugged.

“Horny?” Sherra grinned mischievously.

“Aroused,” he bit out. “I’ll let you know when you can leave.”



* * * * *

Merinus was aroused. She lay on the sleeping bag within her tent, naked, her body sheened in sweat,

pulsating, throbbing with a fever of lust. Her hands cupped her breasts, her fingers pressing against the

hard nipples and she couldn’t contain her moan. It felt so good. Almost as good as when Callan had

touched her there. She rolled the hard little points between her fingers, her head tossing. Her breasts

were so swollen, so sensitive, they were nearly painful.

Her skin tingled. One hand ran over the damp contours of her flat stomach to the smooth flesh between

her thighs. Slick, wet heat greeted her fingers. Her clit throbbed, pulsed. She shivered at the feel of her

own fingers glancing over the hard little button. Need arched like electricity over her body. Hungry,

consuming. She wanted, needed Callan.

She admitted she was in a hell of a mess now. Somehow, someway he had made her crazed for his

touch, his kiss. That kiss had been so hot, spicy. The taste of his mouth lingered in hers, making her crave

more of it.

Her fingers slid down the thickly coated slit of her cunt. Her thighs tightened, her legs trembled. Oh, she

ached. Her fingers tweaked at her nipples, pulling at them, tightening around them until she was moaning

heatedly. Her hips bucked against her fingers as they circled her clit. Oh, that felt good. But not as good

as Callan could make it feel. She wanted to feel his mouth on her clit, sucking, his tongue stroking it as he

had her nipples.

She panted for air now. Remembering the moist, heated warmth of his mouth. Her fingers moved more

firmly on her clit, a moan working from her throat as heat swelled in her, around her. She was on fire.

Dying. What had he done to her?

“Callan,” she whispered his name tremulously.