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strangle Callan’s cock if he got inside her now.

“Vaginal sample.” Sherra moved towards her.

“Try it and I’ll kill you,” Merinus gasped. “Leave my damned pussy alone. It has enough problems right

now.”

But she didn’t fight when the swab eased quickly past the leg of her shorts and swiped through the juices

at her vaginal entrance.

“I’m a fucking sex experiment,” Merinus groaned.

“I really need a blood sample now,” Sherra worried. “It’s really important.”

“You guys should have been vampires,” Merinus bitched, but she held her arm out as Sherra pushed the

coffee table close to the couch for her to rest it upon.

“I won’t touch you unless I have to,” Sherra promised

“Damned good thing. But wait just a minute,” Merinus gasped.

A shiver began in her womb, slowly working over her body, building, almost like a climax until Merinus

was gasping for breath, her fists clenching as her body was rocked by a demand that took her breath.

She heard Sherra curse violently as she moved back from her.

Merinus wasn’t certain how long it lasted, how long she fought to breathe. Her eyes were wide, her

vision fuzzy as the waves of pulsing lust swept over her again and again. It was going to kill her. She

knew it now, she would die, a slow, miserable horny death right here and now.





CHAPTER EIGHTEEN



“Fucking stubborn woman,” Callan’s curse seemed to echo in her head.

She was jerked from the couch into his arms, her breasts crushed to his chest, her thighs clenching

around his hips. His lips covered hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as his flesh seared her. Her

arms went around his shoulders, her hands spearing into his hair, fisting there, pulling him closer,

unconcerned with any pain she would cause him. She wanted it to hurt. She wanted him to know what he

was doing to her, wanted him to feel the violence rising inside her, the need, so sharp and agonizing it was

like death.

He carried her through the house, his lips hard on hers, grinding her lips against her teeth, his tongue a

dominating force as it tangled with hers, licked at it, stroked her lips. His erection was hot, uncovered,

pressing against the fragile barrier of shorts and panties as he stalked through the house. It was driving

her crazy. She wanted his cock inside her, now.

She arched against him, her hands still pulling at his hair as he dragged his lips from hers, stroked them

down her neck as he bore her into the dark bedroom. His teeth nipped at her. His tongue rasped over

her skin, the faint roughness making her press herself tighter against him, grind harder against his cock.

“Stubborn bitch,” he cursed her breathless, his voice an animalistic rumble as his hand caught in her hair

now, pulling her head back, making tingles of pain shoot through her head. Damn, that felt good. Too

good.

Then he released her. He tossed her on the bed, watching through narrowed eyes as she came to her

knees. She faced him, breathing hard, heavy.

“I won’t be gentle,” he warned her, his voice rough.

“Neither will I.” She whipped the shirt over her head.

Watching him, she licked her lips as her hands smoothed over her stomach, moved up, then cupped her

breasts in her palms, groaning at the sensation, at the startled wildness in his expression. Her hands didn’t

ease the desperate need for calloused warmth, but the expression on his face eased the terrible emptiness

that had been building in her soul. He wanted her, craved her as desperately as she craved him. He could

be tempted, teased as well as she could. He could be pushed to the limits of his lust, and she intended to

push him.

Her hands moved to her shorts, pushing beneath the waistband, stripping them and her panties off

quickly. She tossed them to the floor, her eyes never leaving his face. She wasn’t willing to lay down

submissively, a sacrifice to the reactions tearing her body apart. She wanted him, all of him. The man and

the beast. She wanted to take him instead of leaving the control of their passion to him alone.

“How wild are you?” she asked him, amazed at the low, husky sound of her voice.

The fingers of one hand ran in a slow, teasing stroke from between her breasts, over her stomach, then

between her thighs. His eyes flared, his face flushed as her fingers dipped into the heat and dampness

glistening over the inner lips. His lips parted, his breathing rough and harsh.

“Too wild for what you are attempting, baby,” he warned her.

“I won’t submit.” She smiled teasingly as she brought her fingers to her lips, tasting herself as a hard

growl slipped from his chest. “If you want it, you have to take it.”