“If you need me to,” he said steadily. “Of course I will, baby.”
“What if . . . what if I need you to, but I don’t want you to?” Samantha whispered.
He frowned slightly. “At a certain point I’ll have to listen to what your body is telling me, Samantha. I can’t sit by and watch you suffer or turn into one of the Unformed.”
So she would have no choice. Her body would betray her, and Keller would give her what she needed rather than what she wanted. Samantha felt fear and uncertainty wash over her.
“I’m scared,” she repeated, aware that she sounded more like a lost little girl than a world-class surgeon. But she couldn’t help it—she wasn’t used to being out of control, and she didn’t like it.
“I know you’re frightened. Which is why we’re going to take this one step at a time.” Keller let his hand trail down from her cheek to cup one full, swollen breast. “Come on, baby—it’s time to let me ease your pain,” he murmured. “Time to let me suck you.”
“And you . . . you really want to?” Samantha could scarcely believe it. “I mean, it doesn’t turn you off or gross you out?”
“Sammie, sweetheart, I find every part of you beautiful,” Keller said softly. “Your honey is no exception.”
“And . . . if I let you . . . let you suck it out, will that stop me making more?” Samantha asked. She was still reluctant to let him do this, even though the pain and pressure in her breasts was growing all the time.
“It should,” Keller promised. “At the very least, it will ease some of the pain you’re in.”
“All right, then.” Samantha sighed, surrendering to the inevitable. “If you’re sure you don’t mind . . .”
In answer, Keller leaned down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth.
Samantha gasped and then moaned as he began to suck, drawing hard on the tender peak to pull the sticky nectar from her tight nipple. It hurt at first, but then, as the pressure began to lessen, she sighed in relief. God, she hadn’t realized how much pain she’d been in before Keller had finally eased it.
Feels better . . . oh God, so much better!
In fact, it felt more than just better. As the pain and pressure began to ease, Samantha felt a new sensation growing—a pleasure that seemed to run from her sensitive nipple straight down to her swollen pussy. God . . . she shifted uncomfortably. She didn’t need to be getting turned on by this. Keller was just trying to help her—there was nothing sexual about it. Was there?
Trying to distract herself from the growing pleasure, she looked down, watching him as he sucked, taking her nipple deep in his hot mouth. She’d wondered if maybe he might want to spit the pale golden nectar out after he eased her, but Keller sucked and swallowed eagerly, almost as though he liked the taste of it . . . liked the taste of her.
He saw her watching and pulled back at last, letting her stiff peak slide from between his lips.
“Are you feeling better?” he murmured.
“Yes, but—do you actually like the taste of that stuff?” she burst out. “I mean, what does it taste like?”
“See for yourself.” Keller dipped two fingers in the flow from her other breast and painted her lower lip with the sticky nectar. Then he leaned forward and took her mouth in a hot, breathless kiss.
Samantha was too shocked to do anything at first. Then, somehow, she found she was kissing him back hungrily. Keller’s tongue slipped between her lips, spreading the sweet flavor of her nectar, making her moan with desire as her nipples and pussy ached with need.
At last, Keller drew back, panting a little.
“See?” he murmured, smiling a little at her. “Tastes good, right?”
“It . . . it does taste a little like honey,” Samantha admitted. “But I never thought—oh!” She gasped because her left nipple, the one he hadn’t sucked yet, was flowing even more than it had been before. “I’m going to need another shower,” she said, frowning at the way her pale golden liquid was streaming from her ripe breast.
“No you won’t—I’ll clean you up,” Keller growled. Sliding to his knees before her, he drew her forward to the edge of the loveseat and sucked her left nipple into his mouth, drawing hard to pull the nectar from her.
“Oh!” Samantha moaned, and threw her head back, thrusting her chest forward, surrendering herself completely to his hot mouth and deep suction.
This time there was no denying the pleasure. In fact, she almost felt like she could come just from having her nipples sucked. It felt so good to let Keller do this for her, to let him pull her tight peaks into his mouth and nurse them deep and hard until she flowed for him, flowed everywhere, because even as he drained her breast she felt the increased production between her legs.
“God, Keller!” she gasped, spreading her legs involuntarily, trying to make some room for the uncomfortable pressure she felt between her thighs. “Feels so good! But I want . . . I need . . .”
Keller released her nipple at last and sat back, looking her in the eyes.
“I know what you need, baby,” he rumbled. “Your breasts aren’t the only place you’re flowing, right?”
“Well . . .” It was true but Samantha found she was still shy about admitting it. “I . . . I guess . . .”
“Let me see.” There was a tone of command in Keller’s deep voice that couldn’t be ignored or disobeyed. “Let me look, Sammie—let me help you.”
“All right,” she whispered, giving in. She allowed him to part her legs and move the sheet, baring her swollen pussy, her outer lips dark with need and shiny with the ever-present nectar.
“God, look how ripe your little pussy is.” Keller’s voice was hoarse with desire. “Look how wet you are—how much you’re flowing.”
“It hurts,” Samantha admitted. “But . . . it’s embarrassing. Asking you to . . . you know.”
“I’ve tasted you here before,” Keller reminded her gently. “Both in human form and in Cougar form.”
“Yes, but . . . but that was different,” Samantha protested. “It was . . . I don’t know. I’m all sticky and messy now.”
“You’re beautiful,” Keller assured her softly. “And it would be my pleasure to clean and heal you again, baby.”
Samantha couldn’t deny her need any longer.
“All right,” she whispered. “I guess if you want to. . . .”
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Do I really want to lap your sweet, creamy little pussy until you come all over my face? Hell yes, baby.”
“Until I . . . Keller, nobody said anything about . . . about making me come,” she protested weakly.
“I’m saying it now, then.” He stroked her open thighs gently. “Samantha, this whole process is sexual. I can taste you and suck away your nectar, but in order to be fully healed, your body needs a release.” He reached up to cup her cheek. “You need a release. And you need to lie back and let me give it to you.”
Just as she had the last time he’d touched her so intimately, Samantha felt herself losing control. Yet somehow, when Keller looked at her like that, she couldn’t seem to mind any more.
“All right,” she said again, opening her legs for him. “Do it, Keller . . . make me come.”
“With pleasure, baby.” His deep voice was a growl of desire and pure, animal lust. Bending low, he spread her legs even wider before pressing his face to her inner thighs and lapping hungrily at her open pussy.
Samantha gasped as she felt his hot tongue trace a long line from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top of her mound. He was only licking the outside right now—only cleaning away the nectar that had wet her outer pussy lips. But even that was sending sparks of pleasure through her whole body. The feeling of his hot, wet tongue—much softer now that he was in human form—stroking over her swollen, needy pussy was enough to send a shiver of pure lust down her spine.
“God, baby, you taste so damn good,” she heard Keller growl when he came up for air. “Gonna lick inside you now. Gon
na clean your sweet little clit with my tongue before I suck away your nectar, all right?”
“Yes.” Samantha was helpless now, out of control. “Yes,” she whispered. “Do it—please.”
Her submissive words seemed to have an electric effect on Keller. He growled hungrily and spread the swollen lips of her sex with his thumbs before leaning down to lap her again.
This time the wet heat of his tongue pressed directly over the aching bud of her clit, and Samantha groaned and arched up, pressing her pussy shamelessly against his seeking mouth, submitting to the pleasure he was giving her as he circled her little button with the tip of his tongue.
“Keller,” she heard herself moaning. “Oh, God . . . Keller . . . I’m close . . . so close.”
He looked up for just a moment, his mouth shiny with her juices.
“That’s good, baby,” he growled hoarsely. “Let yourself go—let yourself come. It will make your honey flow more freely.” Then he sucked her sensitive clit between his lips and began stroking it over and over with his tongue, building the sensations inside her like someone throwing fuel on a fire already burning out of control.
Samantha couldn’t help herself—as the intense sensations flooded her, she felt the tide of pleasure rushing over her like a warm wave at the beach. Helpless to stop it, she let it overcome her, feeling her inner walls spasm as the orgasm broke over her.
As her pleasure peaked, she felt something inside her shift. Her skin was suddenly hot all over, and her pussy ached. She felt a sense of emptiness inside, a deep need to be filled, to be penetrated . . . fucked . . . bred.
Oh my God, it’s the fever—the breeding fever, she thought deliriously. It’s on me . . . inside me . . . I can’t stop it.
But the scariest thing was that she no longer wanted to stop it. Though she’d been frightened of this outcome all along, now the need to be filled superseded everything else, even her desire to retain control over her body. The feeling of the big Shifter between her thighs, lapping and sucking the honey from her pussy, only seemed to make the need more intense.
“Keller!” she gasped, tugging at his thick, dark-brown hair. “Keller, please, I want . . . I need . . .”
He looked up at her, his eyes blazing. His nostrils flared as he scented her.
“God, Sammie—your Juvie scent just got about a hundred times more intense.” His voice was a deep growl.
“I think that’s because . . . because I need . . .” Though she needed this so desperately, Samantha somehow couldn’t bring herself to ask for it. Instead, she pushed him away and got up from the loveseat.
Keller let her go, a watchful look in his green eyes.
“What is it, baby?” he asked softly. “What is it you need?”
“You . . . you know what I need,” Samantha whispered. Shame filled her, but the breeding fever was making her feel hot and desperate. She’d read cheesy romances as a teenager, stories where the heroine’s body “betrayed her” into an act of passion she would never have committed otherwise. Even back then Samantha had scoffed at such an idea. It was just an excuse for the heroine to get busy without feeling guilt afterward—just a plot device, right?
Apparently not. Because it was happening to her now. Her body wanted something she didn’t want—her body wanted to be penetrated and filled. Not just fucked but bred.
My body wants to be pregnant—it wants Keller to knock me up, she thought, and was shocked at the conflicting emotions that filled her at the thought. On one hand, she was horrified at the idea. Her conscious mind didn’t want a baby—it would ruin everything, screw up her career, change her whole life in scary, unpredictable ways.
On the other hand, the idea of opening herself for Keller’s cock and taking his seed deep in her body was the most erotic thing she’d ever imagined. Just the thought of taking that risk, of losing control enough to let him try to get her pregnant and make her belly big with his baby was enough to make her lightheaded with lust.
What’s wrong with me? I don’t want this! I don’t want to be pregnant!
Except that was her mind talking—and what her body wanted right now was to make a baby. Not only that, she wanted to make one with Keller. She could feel the strange, invisible connection that seemed to have formed between them during their last encounter suddenly strengthen and pull her toward him. It was a magnetic attraction she could neither fight nor deny.
Open for him, whispered a little voice in her head. Give yourself completely—let him breed you.
Yes, that was what she needed right now—Keller buried to the hilt inside her, breeding her, making her pregnant.
Samantha couldn’t fight the urge anymore. Going over to the double bed, which was laid with a fresh set of pale-blue sheets, she knelt on the mattress on her hands and knees. Knelt and presented herself in the way her body was telling her was right.
Breeding position, whispered a voice in her head.
“Keller?” she whispered, looking over her shoulder. “Keller, please. I . . . I need you.”
“Samantha?” He came up behind her, the sheet he’d wrapped around his waist falling away to reveal his cock, standing up hard against his belly. To Samantha it looked long and thick and ready . . . ready to stretch her wide and fill her with his seed. “Sammie,” he said, putting a big, warm hand on her bare ass. “Tell me what you need—it’s not enough to show me. I need to hear it, need to be sure before we do this.”
Shame rushed through her, making her cheeks hot with embarrassment. She couldn’t ask for it out loud—she couldn’t, she told herself. Biting her lip, she shook her head.
“I need to hear it,” Keller repeated stubbornly. “I don’t want to take advantage of you, baby. I need to know what you want.”
Clearly he wasn’t going to give her what she needed until she actually said the words. Cursing first him, and then her own, traitorous body, Samantha gave in.
“I . . . I need you inside me,” she whispered. “Need you to . . . to fuck me. And . . .” She swallowed hard. “And come inside me. Deep inside me. I need you to . . . to breed me, Keller.”
His eyebrows shot up and he frowned.
“You know what breeding means, Sammie? You understand what you’re asking?”
“It means . . . means you’ll try to make me pregnant.” She could scarcely get the words out, but somehow she made herself talk. “Breeding means . . . opening myself to you completely. Taking a risk.”
“And you’re sure you want to take that risk?”
Samantha bit her lip. “I don’t want to . . . but I need to. Please, Keller—I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t have you inside me soon!”
God, she couldn’t believe she was begging so shamelessly, but she couldn’t seem to help it. Her body needed this, and it wasn’t giving her any choice in the matter. Sadie had told her that the breeding fever could kill a Juvie if not taken care of, and Samantha knew she had no other option. She had to give in . . . give in or die.
In a final act of submission, she lowered her head to her hands, raising her ass higher into the air, and spread her thighs as wide as she could for him. She could feel the new positioning opening her pussy as well, putting her swollen folds on display for him. She shivered as a soft gust of air blew over her exposed clit, and her inner sex clenched emptily.
“Damn it, Samantha—I don’t want to do this if you don’t really want me to. But I can’t let you die or become one of the Unformed. . . .” He sounded angry and uncertain.
“Keller . . .” She turned her head to look at him again. “You told me at a certain point you’d listen to what my body told you. I . . . I need you to do that now. Please, I’m hurting.”
It was true—her skin felt too tight and hot for her body, and the need was growing by the moment, demanding to be fed. She was on fire inside, and the big Shifter was the only one who could quench the blaze.
“Keller,” she moaned. “Please.”
With a low curse, Keller came up behind her. Palming
her ass with both big hands, he fit just the tip of his cock to the entrance of her pussy.
Even that much was enough to stretch her open, and Samantha could feel her body begging for more. Desperately, she pressed back, trying to take more of him inside her—only to be stopped by his firm grip on her waist.
“Slowly,” he growled, gripping her tight, his long fingers bracketing her hips. “I’m a Shifter, which means I’m big. And you’re tiny, baby. Don’t want to hurt you.”
“The only thing hurting me is not having you inside me.” Samantha gasped. “Stop making me beg, damn you!”
“Just want you to be all right.” He pushed forward, feeding another thick inch into her pussy. Samantha moaned as she felt her inner walls clenching him, demanding more. She bit her lips to keep from begging again. Keller was too strong for her—his grip on her hips was like iron. There was nothing she could do but hold still and open herself for him, nothing she could do but let him spread her pussy open inch by inch as he took her at his own pace.
Trembling with need, she forced herself to submit, widening her stance even more and waiting as he slid his thick length slowly into her open, hungry pussy.
To Keller’s credit, he took it slow but steady. Once he started moving, he pressed more and more of his thickness inside her, stretching her open to receive him.
It felt so good, so right, Samantha wanted to scream. Grimly, she clamped her lips shut. She could control herself that much at least, she could keep herself from shouting and begging. She hoped.
But then something unexpected happened.
The minute Keller touched bottom inside her, the broad, mushroom-shaped head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb, Samantha began to come.
It wasn’t a short orgasm like the one she’d had when he was licking her, either. This was a pleasure that started the moment he filled her, and it wouldn’t stop.
Samantha gasped as the intensely pleasurable sensation forced her to clench around him.
Milking him—my body is milking him—trying to get his come in me, she thought deliriously, and knew it was true.