She would laugh, if she weren’t so hot. If the need pulsing through her body wasn’t so intense, so
searing.
She wondered where Callan was. Surely he had some idea what was happening to her? Was this his
punishment for her daring to come out here and try to drag him into public awareness?
This wasn’t working. Breathing hard, her fingers stilled on her flesh. She wasn’t going to climax, not the
way she was doing it. Dammit, she knew she should have bought that damned book on masturbation.
But no, she was convinced she could find some buff, muscled god to take care of the job for her. Here
she was, stuck in bum fucked nowhere, so horny she was burning alive, and no muscle god to put out the
fire.
“Dammit,” she slapped at her sleeping bag, frustrated tears coming to her eyes. “I’ll kill him when I find
him. I’ll let Kane neuter him. I’ll blow his balls off with my gun.”
She groaned, turning over on her side, breathing roughly. She could get through this. She blew out hard,
attempting to find some measure of control. She could do this, she thought. She really could make it until
tomorrow, then she was stalking into that damned garage and Mr. Callan Lyons, Catboy Extraordinaire,
was going to take care of this damned problem, one way or another.
CHAPTER NINE
“Sherra, get up here if you want those blood samples.” Callan’s voice was low, he could feel and hear
the growl emanating from his chest. The ‘mating frenzy’ was building in him, but he knew Merinus was
being tortured by it. He could hear her breathy moans, smell her heat.
“Dammit, Cal, bring her to the cabin,” Sherra argued fiercely. “A tent is not the most romantic place.
And it’s sure as hell not a good place to retrieve samples.”
“If I touch her, I’ll lose control, Sherra,” Callan whispered.
Admitting it took all his strength. He couldn’t touch her, couldn’t get close to her. He heard the silence
from Sherra’s end, thick, tense.
“Okay, pull back. We’ll come out there and get her. You stay out of range of her, Callan. We need her
blood and saliva samples before you touch her again.”
“Then you better get up here fast. If she threatens to neuter me again, all bets are off.”
Callan disconnected the cell phone and moved further away from her camp. He couldn’t bear her
moans. And the scent of her was making him crazy. His hands clenched into fists, his body tightened with
his need. He could feel the small, minute protrusion beneath the head of his cock flaring. The barb. He
knew it was there. He had seen the X-rays of it countless times, but never, in all the years he had been
having sex had it flared to life. Now it throbbed. It pulsed with a life of its own; the nearly unbearable
swelling of it was a demand in and of itself.
How long he waited, Callan wasn’t sure. Time was measured in the throb of his cock, the beat of his
blood through his veins, the lust that seemed to build steadily.
“Hey bro,” Taber bent next to him as Dawn and Sherra moved quickly for the tent. “Tell me what to
do.”
Callan shook his head, sighing deeply.
“Find a cure.” He grimaced with a harsh laugh. “Talk about a major complication here, Taber. Until
then, you and Tanner scout the area, make sure we don’t have any watchers. I’ll follow Dawn and
Sherra as soon as they get Merinus from that tent and headed to the house.”
Taber nodded. He clapped Callan on the shoulder, a gesture of affection they all practiced, then moved
quickly away. Callan leaned back against the boulder behind him and breathed a hard sigh. Dammit.
Way too complicated.
* * * * *
“Merinus. I’m a friend of Callan’s. Can I come in?” The female voice was soft, incredibly gentle.
Merinus jerked into a sitting position, pulling the sleeping bag to her breasts as she stared at the zippered
door.
“Where is that dirty bastard?” she cursed angrily, reaching out and pulling the tab down furiously. “I’m
going to kill him.”
The two women framed in the opening moved in purposely. The door was re-zipped and they regarded
her curiously.
“Merinus, we need to get you dressed and to Callan’s home. Our doctor is waiting there.”
“There’s a cure?” She narrowed her eyes on them.
“Sort of.” The blonde grimaced. “If you’ll get dressed we’ll explain everything on the way out of here.”
“I don’t know if I can walk out of here,” Merinus bit out, anger unfolding in her again. “I don’t know
what he did to me, but it’s not pleasant.”
“Callan is in little better shape at this time. Now, my name is Sherra and this is my sister, Dawn. We’ll