Tempting The Beast(32)

again. She could feel the moisture glazing her inner thighs, the heat and need building in her cunt like a

volcano preparing to erupt. The pressure was tremendous. But on top of that was another problem. As

hours ticked by, Sherra and the doctor both began to wear steadily on her nerves. Or more to the point,

the touch of their hands, even protected by the latex gloves, did. It made her literally sick to her stomach,

made her skin crawl, made her want to shrink from them as they came near her.

She couldn’t fully explain the sensation, even to herself. She knew though, if she had to tolerate one

more minute of it, she was going to be sick. And she needed Callan. She was desperate to touch him, to

feel the incredible warmth of his skin, his hands stroking over her. She was cold, aching, frightened.

“No more tests,” she informed them as she dressed, buttoning Callan’s shirt with shaking fingers over the

throbbing mounds of her breasts. “I can’t stand it anymore.”

“The tests are necessary, Merinus,” Sherra told her with a sigh.

“Look, I cannot fucking tolerate being touched anymore,” she snapped, almost in tears, her skin still

crawling from the sensation of someone’s hands, other than Callan’s on her. “Do you understand me?”

Shock crossed Sherra’s expression, bemusement filled the doctor’s.

“How do you mean, Merinus?” Sherra’s voice stayed soothing, but Merinus heard the confusion in her

voice.

“Just what I said.” Merinus fought her tears. “Where’s Callan? He was supposed to come for me.”

She had to find him. Her body was going crazy, rioting. Tiny fingers of sensation were washing over her

skin, leaving her shuddering, shaking.

“Callan’s upstairs, just as he promised he would be.” Sherra reached out to touch her, but Merinus

jumped back, flinching away from the contact. “Merinus, something else is evidently happening. You

have to let us help you.”

“Get away from me.” Merinus shook her head.

“Sherra, get Callan down here,” Doctor Martin had watched the byplay silently, but his voice now

became commanding. “Get him down here quickly.”

Merinus gripped the side of the bed. Her legs shook as she fought to stay upright.

“I want to go home,” she panted, suddenly terrified by a thousand different feelings and sensations

assaulting her. “Make them take me home, Doctor.”

“I will discuss it with Callan, Merinus,” he promised her softly, but she heard the indulgent tone of his

voice. He was merely placating her. Lying to her.

She shook her head, fighting to stay upright.

“Where the fuck is Callan,” she cried out, disoriented now. She was sweating heavily; she could feel the

moisture running down her face, between her breasts. Her heart was beating hard, laboring, her lungs

fighting for breath. “What did he do to me?”

Her fists clenched as she felt herself collapsing against the bed.

“Let me help you, Merinus.” The doctor reached for her.

She felt his hands on her arm and jerked back, fire seemed to lance her skin, searing her flesh as she

fought to get away. She stumbled over the bed, going to her knees, feeling the scrape of the hard floor as

she fought to right herself.

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed out.

She was crying now, her stomach cramping. She clasped her abdomen, bending over, rocking against a

pain she had never felt before. She was terrified. So scared that her entire body was shuddering now.

She was cold, shivering, filled with dread and on the edge of hysteria.

“Merinus.” Callan’s shocked voice echoed around the room.

Seconds later his hands gripped her arms, pulling her against him.

“What the hell is going on?” His voice was raised, furious, the dangerous growl rumbling in his touch.

“Withdrawal,” the doctor bit out. “I believe, Callan, your woman is in withdrawal.”

Callan felt fear course through his body. Merinus was clawing at him, fighting to get closer to him, crying,

hysterical with fear or pain, he couldn’t say which.

“From what?” He lifted her head, staring down into her face.

She was pale, her eyes dark, nearly black with shock.

“From you,” Doctor Martin stated roughly. “I don’t know what to do for her now.”

Callan cursed.

“Help me,” she whispered desperately, her tears hot on his flesh, her body shaking, her skin cold and

clammy. “Please, Callan. Please help me.”

He lifted her quickly into his arms, his lips going to hers, his kiss swallowing her cry as he turned from the

others. His tongue went to her mouth, tempting hers, mating with it. He knew when the need had been at