Tempting The Beast(33)

its height the night before, his kiss had soothed her, eased the clawing need. God help him and her if it

didn’t now.

He kissed her desperately, aching, hurting for her as she twisted in his arms, fighting to kiss him deeper,

her lips and tongue mating with his, a hot moan of need whispering into his mouth, making it nearly

impossible for him to control his own lusts now. But she eased. Slowly. The hard shivers that coursed

over her body lessened, her whimpering cries became moans of desire.

“We need the saliva sample now.” He heard the doctor at his side. “We cannot touch her, Callan. I need

your help.”

Moving his lips from hers, Callan laid Merinus back on the cot. She was watching with dazed need, like

an addict needing a fix. Dear God, what had they done to her. He gripped her jaw gently.

“Easy,” he whispered as she flinched back, seeing the doctor. “It’s okay, baby.”

The swab went around her mouth quickly.

“Your turn.” A clean swab poised at his mouth. Callan allowed the swab, watching Merinus carefully.

“No more tests,” she whispered. “I can’t stand their touch.”

“Then let me,” he asked her, his voice soft, cajoling. “We must find a way to stop this, Merinus.”

“I need another vaginal swab and Sherra needs blood. Now, Callan.” The doctor’s voice was

imperative.

Merinus was shaking her head.

“Shh,” Callan moved to her side. “Concentrate on me, Merinus, and it will go quickly. Hold onto me,

baby.”

He wrapped one of her arms around his neck, the other he stretched out on the bed for Sherra, clasping

their hands, holding her still. Then he lowered his mouth to her. She had the softest, sweetest lips, her

tongue branded his when he touched it, her kiss made him weak, made his cock throb.

He felt her jerk when Sherra inserted the needle into her arm, but she didn’t fight it. The same when the

vaginal sample was taken again, she endured it, focusing on his kiss, his touch, rather than the degrading

tests that were required.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered against her lips when they were finished.

He picked her up in his arms, striding quickly now from the lab. Damn them. Him, Sherra, the doctor.

What had they done to Merinus? Withdrawal, somehow she had become dependent on whatever primal

drug his kiss released into her system. Dammit, they didn’t even know what it was, didn’t know how to

control it.

His arms tightened around her. He couldn’t stand this unbearable knowledge of what he was doing to

her, the futility of trying to find a way to ease it.

“Now,” she whispered desperately as he entered the main part of the house with her. “I need you now,

Callan.”

Her fingers were digging into his shoulders, her voice weak, pleading.

He couldn’t make it to the bedroom with her. Her body wasn’t the only one affected, she wasn’t the

only one steadily losing control. He laid her on the couch, ripping the damp shirt from her body then

quickly shedding his jeans, before going to his knees between her spread thighs.

His erection was steel hard, hurting from the need. Her scent was like a brand to his senses, hot and

seductive, just as addicting as their kisses, as the need for orgasm. He knew she was still sensitive, still

sore. He fought for control. How he found it, he would never be certain.

He slid into her, moving back to watch narrowly as the smooth folds of flesh parted around the width of

his cock. Her vagina hugged him, sucked him in. His fingers smoothed over the silken flesh of her cunt,

his eyes going to hers slowly.

“You wax?” he whispered, drawing his finger over the glazed skin until he could circle her swollen clit.

The pearl pulsed beneath his finger, begging for his attention.

“Yes.” Her head tossed as he touched the sensitive flesh, as his cock slid in to the hilt, throbbing at the

entrance to her womb.

“Why do you do this?” he asked her, gritting his teeth against the tightening of her inner muscles over his

flesh.

Her eyes opened, dark, seductively, her lips parting as she moistened them with her tongue. His hips

bucked against her.

“A friend convinced me to try it,” she panted, grinding against him, her breasts arching to his hands, her

breathing harsh as he caressed her swollen nipples. “I like it.”

“Why?” he gritted out. “Tell me why you keep it like this.”

He slid nearly free of her body, his teeth clenching, perspiration dampening his entire body as he slid into

the tight depths once again. Her muscles clenched, hot, milking his flesh. He had to keep his sanity. His

control.

“It feels better,” she gasped. “Freer.”