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It was like nothing she had known before. Even the first shattering kiss they had shared so long ago was only a weak imitation to this one. It weakened her, sent her senses screaming with the building heat that raced through her body, pooling in her womb and growing ever brighter. A conflagration rose inside her as his lips and tongue combined to drive her insane with the ravenous carnality that slammed into her body. She couldn’t fight him as well as herself. Not while his lips covered hers. His tongue tempted and stroked, driving her mad with the need to feel his lips twisting over hers, drawing on the swollen flesh of her tongue, relieving her of the hormone that now pulsed and throbbed within her swollen glands.
Years of need, of brutal demand caused by the very nature of what she was, rose to the surface. The
battle for supremacy began then. His tongue tangled with hers, but this wasn’t what she needed. It stroked and cooled the burning flesh of her own, but again, she needed more. She fought to push past it, to gain control, to attain the victory of having his lips enclose it, sucking it into his mouth, easing the torturously swollen glands that seemed to fill further now.
His hands were tight in her hair, holding her to him, though there was no longer any need. Her arms twined around his neck, holding him close, her nails biting into his scalp as sanity slipped further and further away.
Her craving for him built. His taste, his touch. It became a raging tempest, sweeping aside fears, objections and reason as incandescent heat exploded through her body. With a victorious cry, she pushed her tongue past his lips and dissolved. Instantly Kane was there. His lips trapped her tongue, his mouth drawing on it. The hormone trapped within the swollen glands poured free as his hips jerked, his cock pushing hard and insistent against the damp fabric of her thin pants, the bulging head parting the lips of her pussy as it nudged in as far as the material allowed. Sherra was trying to crawl into his body now. The rapturous pleasure spreading through her as Kane suckled at her tongue was nearly more than she could survive. Her cunt spilled its thick essence against the cloth-entrapped head of his cock. Her hands held him to her, her head falling back as he fought to gain every drop of the aphrodisiac from her.
In the back of her mind she knew the terror would come later. The fear for Kane and his safety would send her past every fear she had ever known. For now, though, there was only his kiss, his rumbled groans of growing male arousal, his cock rocking against her pussy, his hands pulling at her top, the pain easing in her tongue but growing in her womb.
Her eyes struggled to open as his head jerked back from her. A whimper escaped her, fear pricking at the heat building between them. His face was flushed, heavy with lust now, his eyes nearly black, dilated with the instant effect of the hormone absorbing into his system.
“Kane. ” She whispered his name with an edge of desperation as he forced her arms down then jerked her top over her shoulders. The spandex material stretched tight, trapping her, hampering her movements as her breasts cleared the edge of the straining fabric.
“Don’t talk. ” His hands lifted the swollen mounds. “Every time you talk you think. Don’t fucking think, Sherra, just feel. ”
“What have you done, Kane?” She shuddered as his tongue swiped over a hard, riotously sensitive nipple.
“What I should have done six months ago,” he snarled, surprising her with the anger behind his words, the need that vibrated in his voice. “Damn you, Sherra. How did you survive this alone, baby? Sweet baby… If I don’t have you I’ll die from it now. ”
She cried out as the hunger became ravenous. His lips surrounded her nipple, drawing on it strong and deep as his hands tore at the waistband of her snug pants. His cock was throbbing, the head literally pulsing as it tried to bury deeper in her pussy, to defy the material of her pants between them, threatening to rip past the threads as her cunt heated destructively.
The hormone. Sherra whimpered as the pleasure screamed through her body. His mouth drew on her
nipple, his teeth rasping, tongue licking, as the brutal fist of sensation tightened in her womb. How would he function? How would she? The heat was pronouncedly stronger in her than it had been in Merinus. The agonizing pain would soon be ripping through her womb as her body fought to conceive. It was a useless void, and no matter how fertile the hormone wanted to make her, it could never support life.
The thought of the life she could never help create was shattered by his touch, though. He was out of control. They were out of control. His hands were hard as he fought to get her pants off her hips while keeping her locked to him, a hard, fierce growl tearing past his throat. Kane held her secure, his mouth, teeth and tongue tormenting the hard flesh he held captive. Her nipple was becoming so sensitive, so enflamed that the pleasure was almost pain, pushing her higher as it overwhelmed her.
She could feel her heart racing, the blood surging through her veins as his teeth scraped over the pointed crest before gripping it gently, holding it captive as his tongue flicked over it with hungry demand. Sherra twisted in his arms. She needed to be closer. She could feel the swirling mass of sensation growing in her womb, pulsing with a demand she couldn’t deny. Not any longer. Her upper arms were bound to her body by the taut fabric of the sleeves of her top, but her hand reached out, gripping Kane’s muscular forearms as he consumed her breasts. He drew the hard point deeper into his mouth, sucking it with strong, hungry movements as his tongue continued to flay it. She could feel each rapid flick of his tongue throwing her closer to oblivion. She was helpless to fight it. Helpless against it.
“Please…” she whimpered, but didn’t know if the plea was for him to cease or to take her deeper. Her head fell back as she gasped for breath, shuddering as his teeth raked the tender tip, sending white-hot flames licking from her breast to her womb until she convulsed in heated, agonized ecstasy. Her cries echoed around her as she tightened, shuddered, her nails biting into the hard arms she held as bells and sirens began to wail around her.
Sirens?
Kane’s mouth released her nipple with a slight popping sensation as his head raised, a snarl drawing his lips back as Sherra suddenly realized the sirens were coming from outside. Warning, strident, the alarm system wailed through the compound, shrieking around them as the raised voices from outside the shed finally penetrated the haze of lust enveloping them.
Her gaze flew to his, her hands trying to reach for him as her brain processed the fact that there was now danger surrounding them. Danger to the occupants of the house, Cassie, Merinus and Roni and their unborn babes. Her mind fought to accept the sudden switch, the need to protect rather than to fuck, the need to fight rather than to touch.
The last thought was like a knife wound in her soul as Kane suddenly dragged the straps of her top over her swollen breasts and back to her shoulders and she adjusted the neckline. He was struggling for control himself. She could see it in the raging emotion glittering in his dilated eyes, the tight grimace on his flushed face as fury began to envelop him.
“I’ll kill the fucking bastards!” Enraged, Kane forced the heavy length of his cock back in his pants. He hurriedly snapped the material together, jerked the belt closed, and grabbed one of the rifles from the wall along with a loaded clip.
He slammed the ammo in place, checked it and turned quickly from her.
“Kane. ” Grabbing her belt and holstered weapon from the shelf, Sherra jumped to the floor and rushed behind him.
“Stay put. ” He turned on her, his eyes blazing. “After I kill whoever dared set those sirens off, you’re fucked, Sherra. Accept it and get the hell ready for it. Because I won’t wait much longer. ”
Sherra stood still in shock as she watched him disappear out the door. Precious seconds were lost as she fought to make sense of what happened and Kane’s sudden fury. The hormone. A cry tore from her throat as she rushed after him, pulling her revolver from its holster as she reached the door to see the Jeep spinn
ing from the small parking area in front of the shed. She jerked the communications unit from her belt and attached it to her ear as she raced for the other Jeep.
“Report!” she yelled into the mic as she flipped it to her lips.
“We have intruders. ” Tamber maintained control as she reported to Sherra. “The front gates have been breached. I repeat, we have a breach. All available units to the main compound. We have a breach. ”
Sirens were blasting as Breeds poured from the barracks and raced on foot or in Jeeps to the main gates where the long, black, stretch limo had managed to break through the barrier.
“Someone grab Kane!” Sherra shouted into the mic. “Callan, where the fuck are you?”
She was nearly in tears as she slammed the jeep to a stop, no more than a hundred from where the limo was surrounded. “Callan, damn you. Get Kane. Now. He’s not rational. Callan, where are you?”
She raced across the distance as voices raised and positions were taken to surround the vehicle.
“Sherra, stand down!” Callan ordered her suddenly, his voice rough through the mic. “Stay back. Kane’s in control. Get up to the house with Cassie. We need Merc out here. ”
She slid to a stop at the warning tone in Callan’s voice. Her chest tightened with fear. Merc was the strongest of the Breeds. Six and a half feet, his body corded with muscles. He was also the finest shot in the compound. Trained as an assassin, so far no one could beat his aim. What the hell was going on that they would need Merc?
She turned for the house, meeting Merc as he tore from it, his rifle in hand.
“Merc. ” She slid to a stop, staring up at him, terrified. “Kane…”
“Get inside with Cassie, Sherra. Kane can take care of himself. ” He rushed past her, racing for the tower in the center of the yard.
The sniper’s nest. Sherra gritted her teeth furiously as she ran into the house, only to be welcomed by
Cassie’s inconsolable cries as she wailed for her momma from Merinus’ arms. Several of the younger Breeds stood inside the room and crowded the hall, staring at her, looking for direction.
She switched the channel on the communications pack quickly, going straight to a private line to Tamber. Access to the line was given only to those highest in security.
“Tamber, what the hell do you see?” Tamber’s position within the communications shed would have her in a position to see everything going on.
“We have the limo surrounded with no movement so far,” she reported. Sherra moved to one of the long windows in front of the door, watching the activity outside carefully. They were too far from the main gates to see exactly what was going on, but with over a hundred Breeds surrounding the vehicle, it wasn’t going far. They were sitting ducks for Kane’s fury.
“Get me a main line to Callan,” she ordered. “This is priority one, Tamber. I have to talk to him now!”
Kane’s control had been nonexistent when he tore from the shed; the hormone wreaked havoc on logic. Normally even-tempered, his control had been nowhere in sight when he left her.
“Main line…on…” Tamber responded as the low hum indicated the switch.
“Callan. Dammit, are you there?” She couldn’t stand the fear whipping inside her.
“Hurry, Sherra,” he snapped tersely in reply, giving her the go-ahead to claim his attention for valuable seconds.
She turned from the room, breathing roughly, rage and violence shimmering through her system.
“He kissed me, Callan,” she told him quickly. “He wasn’t rational when he left the shed, he may not be rational now. You have to get him out of there. ”
The silence was thick, discordant with the mechanical buzz of the unit as she waited.
“Son of a bitch, if his timing doesn’t suck,” he cursed.
Sherra couldn’t agree more. But Kane had never used anyone else’s idea of a schedule. It had always been his way, however he had to manage it. Just as he had done this time.