Keller watched as her eyes grew huge and she fumbled to cover herself. She’d been unashamed of her nakedness when he was in his Cougar form, but now that he was human again, Samantha seemed to have remembered her modesty. He half wished he had remained as his animal self—Samantha had grown to trust his Cougar. But he had done as much as he could for her in that form, and his sensitive Shifter nose told him that she was probably going to need a human man to help her before the night was through.

That was one reason he’d decided to take her to the shack his sensitive Cougar nose had detected, rather than trying to get her to his rental car—which was miles away. Better to be in the relative safety and comfort of the little shack in the woods than have Samantha succumb to the breeding heat halfway to his far-distant car.

Keller took another deep breath. God, she smelled good! He’d thought her sister Sadie’s Juvie scent had driven him crazy back when she was going through Rejuvenation. But Samantha’s was ten times more enticing—probably because he already had a partial bond to her.

Still, he reminded himself, she didn’t feel for him the way he felt for her. She didn’t love him, or even particularly like him very much. He would have to tread carefully here—they were in an extremely delicate and tense situation.

“Keller?” she said at last, as though to be certain it was him.

“In the flesh.” He spread his arms. “Come on in, why don’t you, and let’s see what our host has to eat.”

“You could have just let me knock and ask him nicely to let us stay the night,” she pointed out.

“Right.” Keller eyed her skeptically. “Ask him to let a beautiful, young, naked woman in to spend the night without taking advantage of her? I don’t think so. I would have ended up running him off in my Cougar form anyway, once he tried to touch you—this way I’ve simply cut to the chase.”

“You don’t know that he would have tried anything,” she said stubbornly. “And I’m not ‘young.’ I just turned forty.”

“No, Samantha, you just turned twenty—for the second time.” Keller lifted his head and sniffed, drawing her Juvie scent deep into his lungs. “Unless my nose is lying to me—which it never does—you’re in full blown Rejuvenation.”

“That’s because Lounds—the guy who attacked and kidnapped me—shot me up with some kind of compound to activate my gene that night in Vegas,” she said.

“I know,” Keller said quietly. “I’d been calling and calling you to try and tell you that I found the syringe he used, with some of his serum still in it. Enough to analyze it and find out what it was meant to do. But you never answered your phone.”

“I fell into some kind of weird sleep—almost like a short-term hibernation—the minute I got home to Tampa,” she confessed. “And as soon as I woke up, Lounds was there waiting to . . .” She swallowed hard, and he heard an audible click in her throat. “Waiting to kidnap me.”

“You say his name was Lounds?” Keller felt a surge of possessive fury at the name of the Hyena who had hurt the female he cared for. A low growl rose in his throat—he couldn’t help it.

“If you’re thinking of hunting him down and killing him, don’t bother. I did that myself.” Samantha’s voice was flat and hard. “Or at least, I helped him along and didn’t stay to try and stop the bleeding.”

“Sammie . . .” Keller couldn’t help himself, the nickname just slipped out. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he said softly. “So sorry I didn’t get to you earlier. That I didn’t save you from . . .” He swallowed. “From whatever he did to you.”

“He didn’t, uh, breed me if that’s what you’re worried about.” She was looking down at her feet, not meeting his eyes. “Although he certainly planned to. But he had . . . other things he wanted to attend to first.”

Keller thought about asking what other “things” this bastard Lounds had wanted to attend to involving Samantha, but he sensed his question wouldn’t be welcome right now. She might open up later . . . if she was comfortable enough. But she was never going to get comfortable unless she came inside, out of the heat and humidity.

“Why don’t you come in?” he asked her gently. “I think our host has a shower in his bathroom, and I can scrounge around and see what there might be to eat. Also, there’s air conditioning in here. It’s just a window unit, but it’s better than nothing.”

That got her into the cabin. Apparently the idea of getting a shower was so appealing, she couldn’t resist it—not even if it meant spending the night in close proximity to him, Keller thought dryly.

He stepped aside to give her room to enter as she climbed the porch steps, one arm over her breasts and the other modestly shielding her sex. He wanted to point out that he’d seen it all before—that he’d tasted it in order to heal her, both in human and in Cougar form. But again he sensed this wasn’t the time.

He would have to go slowly and let Samantha come to him. If she would come to him, that was. Keller hoped she would—from her scent she was extremely ripe, and ready to go into the breeding fever. He would bet every dollar of his considerable fortune that before the night was through, Samantha was going to need him, and not just to heal and protect her.

She was going to need him to breed her, and Keller only hoped she would come to him because she wanted to, not simply because her body forced her to.

* * *

The rundown little shack was actually pretty nice inside. Not, as Keller had pointed out, ten-thousand-dollar-a-night-penthouse nice, but still, it wasn’t the complete rat hole of a bachelor pad Samantha had been expecting.

It was a one-room affair—well, two rooms if you counted the tiny bathroom off to one side. There was a double bed in one corner, a tiny kitchen in another, and a ratty armchair with an old fashioned box-type television with rabbit ears in a third.

But what concerned her more than the state of the shack was the bathroom attached. Would it have running water? Despite having been cleaned thoroughly by Keller in his Cougar form—a fact which made her blush when she thought about it—her breasts and pussy continued to leak the sticky-sweet nectar, which meant she was messy all over again.

Samantha had an idea if she could just take a really cold shower, she might be able to stop the flow, or at least slow it down. At the very least she could get cleaned up and then maybe wrap a towel around herself to hide her shame.

The idea held immense appeal, which was why she had finally come inside with Keller, despite feeling extremely nervous and shy to be around him in her current state.

Of course, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her naked before, but he’d never seen her naked and leaking weird fluids. Well, not in his human form anyway. And Samantha would just as soon keep it like that.

Inside the tiny bathroom, she found that the shower stall did indeed have running water that got moderately hot. There was no shampoo, though, so she couldn’t wash her hair, only wet it. She did at least find a dried-out bar of bright green soap, high up on a corner ledge. Irish Spring, maybe? Samantha lathered up and washed her body all over, getting rid of the sticky nectar that had leaked from her breasts and sex.

And was still leaking, she saw with a frown when she stepped out of the flow of the water for a minute. Well, maybe she could do something about that. Gritting her teeth, she turned the shower on full cold and got ready for an icy blast.

The freezing water made her nipples so hard they ached, and it stung the inside of her sensitive sex when she held herself open to be certain the chilly flow got where it was needed. It was agonizing, but Samantha made herself endure it, hoping to shut down the nectar production once and for all. Also, with the threat of the breeding fever looming, it couldn’t hurt to cool her body down all over.

She stood in the icy water until she was shivering and her lips were nearly blue before finally stepping out and looking for a towel. Which, as it turned out, was something she should have done earlier.

There were no towels in the bathroom—nothing to dry off with or cover herself, not even a washcloth. There was a tiny wooden cabinet mounted above the toilet, but it held only a half roll of toilet paper and a stack of pornographic magazines. It appeared that their host, as Keller had called him, was forced to go low-tech in his choice of porn, too.

Ugh! Samantha stepped back and shut the cabinet hastily. What was she going to do? She couldn’t just walk out into the cabin naked. Though Keller didn’t seem to have a problem with it, she was still shy about showing her body. Even if she did look like she was twenty instead of forty now, she was still full figured and more hippy and busty than she liked. If only—

“Samantha? Are you okay?” Keller’s voice from the other side of the flimsy wooden door broke her line of thought.

“Um, fine. Just fine,” Samantha said quickly. “I finished my shower. I was just, uh, looking for a towel.”

“I don’t think you’re going to find one, but let me look.”

Samantha listened to him rustling around in the other part of the shack, and had time to look down and see that her cold shower had worked. Though her breasts felt uncomfortably full, and her pussy was still swollen, she was no longer leaking. Well, that was a relief, anyway—standing in the freezing water had totally been worth it, even if she couldn’t stop shivering now.

Finally Keller came back and knocked briefly on the door.

“Found something—I’m going to hand it through to you, all right?”

“All right,” Samantha agreed.

The knob turned and his large hand appeared holding a plastic rectangular package out to her.

“What’s this?” she asked, taking it from him. “Oh—sheets!”

“A brand-new set,” Keller agreed, through the door. “He had two of them squirreled away, still in a Walmart bag. I took the liberty of putting the other set on the bed.”

“That’s perfect—he didn’t look like the kind of guy who would have new sheets lying around though,” Samantha remarked. She pulled one of the sheets out of the plastic package—it was pale green—and wrapped it around herself, toga style.

“I think he must have had a significant other at some point who bought them,” Keller said. “I’ve seen a few other female touches around the place—a scented candle, some bobby pins . . .”

“I wonder what happened to her,” Samantha said, opening the door to the bathroom. “She probably . . . um, she probably . . .” She trailed off, losing her train of thought because Keller was just standing there completely naked. Of course, he’d been bare when she entered the cabin in the first place, but for some reason she’d expected him to cover himself, not just go around naked.

Naked and muscular and gorgeous, whispered a little voice in her brain, but she pushed it aside quickly. She felt an aching surge in her nipples and pussy, but forced herself to ignore it. Nothing, it was nothing. She was fine—though she would be better if she didn’t have to look at his Greek-god-gorgeous bare body.

“Sorry,” Keller remarked, sounding completely unembarrassed. “I had to leave my clothes when I Shifted to come looking for you. I’ll wrap the other sheet around me if my state of undress bothers you.”

“Here.” Samantha thrust the plastic pack, which still held the fitted sheet, at him. Keller took it without comment and wrapped it around his lean waist, leaving his broad chest and long, muscular legs bare.

“I’m decent now,” he remarked dryly. “Although as a surgeon, you’ve seen your fair share of naked people in your day.”

“Of course I have,” Samantha said quickly. “I just . . . look, it’s just awkward, okay? Especially after the way we, uh, ended.”

“I never should have let you walk away.” Keller’s deep voice throbbed with emotion, and he took one of her hands in both of his. “I blame myself entirely for assuming you would be safe just because you were out of Vegas.”

“You didn’t know.” Samantha’s voice sounded tight in her own ears. “From what he said, Lounds had been . . . had been tracking me for years. He knew I had a latent Shifter Gene. In fact, he had a list of women with a latent Gene. I was only the first in a long line of victims he had planned.”

“What did he do to you?” Keller burst out, his voice low and agonized. “That bastard, if he wasn’t dead already . . .”

“Well he is,” Samantha cut in. She sighed. “Look, mainly he just locked me up naked in a freezing-cold cell while he waited for his, uh, Rejuvenation compound to work. And then after it did—”

She stopped abruptly, not wanting to talk about the awful harvesting contraption, with its rubber tubing and glass suction cups. It was too horrible . . . and still too recent.

“Please, baby . . . talk to me.”

Keller drew her with him to the small, ratty loveseat across from the ancient TV set with its crooked rabbit ears. Samantha had a moment to be glad the small couch was covered in cracked and faded leather rather than cloth, which could hold who knew how many germs, before they settled on it.

“Samantha,” Keller murmured again, when she stared fixedly down at her hands, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. “Please, just tell me what he did.”

“I . . . I’d rather not. I—oh, shit,” she ended, because while looking down, she’d noticed two large wet spots growing on the sheet where it covered her nipples. Of course the entire sheet was damp because she’d put it on after coming out of the shower, but there was no mistaking the sticky, spreading stain for water. The damn nectar was flowing again, and there didn’t seem to be anything she could do to make it stop.

“What is it?” Keller frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“It . . . it’s this, okay?” Samantha gestured at her breasts in despair. “That freaking formula he gave me made this weird stuff come out of me. Lounds called it ‘nectar.’ He said it was full of Shifter hormones and that most Juvies only produce a little bit at a time because their Rejuvenation lasts for weeks or even months. But because he forced my body to go through the process so quickly—”

“You have the honey flow,” Keller finished for her in a low voice.

“The what? What are you talking about?” Samantha frowned at him. “Lounds said this stuff was called nectar.”

“It goes by many names,” Keller told her. “Honey, nectar, tears of the Goddess, the gift of Lady Moon.”

“So . . . this is a known phenomenon? This, uh, nectar production?” Samantha tried to keep her voice dry and clinical. “Lounds said it didn’t happen often, but . . .” She trailed off, remembering what her captor had said about the nectar. “It doesn’t happen often, but when a Juvie produces too much nectar it can cause pain and swelling in her breasts and pussy. And the only cure is—”

Samantha pushed the memory away, not wanting to think about the “cure” for her present condition.

“We call it the honey flow—when a female goes through the Rejuvenation process very rapidly and begins to produce copious amounts of honey or nectar,” Keller murmured.

“Well, you got the ‘copious amounts’ part right.” Samantha gestured to the sheet covering her breasts, where the sticky stains were spreading outward. Her nipples felt swollen and hot, and between her legs, her pussy was feeling the same way.

“I know,” Keller said simply. “My Cougar tasted it on you when he healed you.”

“Yeah, well . . .” The memory of his Cougar licking her made Samantha feel flushed all over. Not because it had been sexual—because it reminded her of the other time Keller had licked her all over to heal her. Back in Vegas, after the attack.

“Can I see?” he asked.

“What?” Her head jerked up and she glared at him. “Why would you need to see?”

“I need to make sure you’re okay, baby.” Keller frowned. “The honey flow can be dangerous to a Juvie if it’s left untreated.”

“Untreated?” Samantha shifted uncomfortably. “I’m the doctor here, not you—remember?”

“Yes, but this is something you can’t do for yourself.” Keller gave her a direct look. “Did that bastard, Lounds tell you the honey has to be sucked out?”

Samantha let out a broken little laugh. “Oh, he did better than that. He showed me.” At the low growl rising from Keller’s throat, she realized he must have misunderstood. “No, not like that,” she said quickly. “I mean he . . . he hooked me up to his, uh, ‘harvesting machine,’ and sucked it out that way.”

“His harvesting machine?” Keller’s eyebrows shot up.

“Don’t ask.” Samantha crossed her arms protectively over her leaking breasts. “Let’s just say it was extremely painful and leave it at that.”

“That bastard.” Keller’s deep voice was rough with anger. “To think that he hurt you like that—God, I wish I’d had a chance to kill him!”

“Forget about the whole kidnapping and harvesting thing—I have,” Samantha said. “Or at least I’m trying to.”

But she knew a part of her would never forget. Part of her would always be cuffed to the cold metal frame while the merciless cups sucked nectar from her tender, swollen nipples and pussy, knowing what Lounds had planned for her next. . . .

“I can’t forget, and I’m guessing you can’t either,” Keller’s voice sounded slightly calmer, as though he were making an effort to get hold of himself. “But baby, you need to let me look at you and make sure you’re okay. Please, I just want to help you.”

Maybe it was the rough pleading in his voice or the sincere look in his silver-green eyes, but somehow Samantha found herself unwinding the now-sticky sheet from around her chest and letting it down to bare her breasts.

What she saw made her bite back a worried gasp. Her breasts were engorged—swollen with the nectar that was leaking from her nipples in pale golden streams and running down the under-curves of her full globes. The nipples themselves had gone from dark rose to deep maroon—a frightening shade when their normal color was pale pink.

“God, Sammie!” Keller sounded worried. “Your breasts are so full—you must be in so much pain.”

“It . . . doesn’t feel good,” Samantha admitted, shifting uncomfortably. “But there doesn’t seem to be anything I can do about it. I, uh, took a really cold shower and that stopped it for a while. Maybe if I take another one—”

She started to get up, but Keller took her hand and pulled her back down.

“If you take another cold shower you’ll only back up the flow,” he said, frowning. “That’s dangerous, and it’s probably why you’re flowing so freely now. To compensate.”

Samantha didn’t point out that her breasts weren’t the only place she was “flowing” as he put it. Between her legs she was swollen and hot and very, very wet, but she pressed her thighs together and kept it to herself.

“You know there’s only one way to make this better,” Keller said softly. “You have to let me help you.”

“I know, but . . .” Samantha bit her lip, unable to meet his eyes.

“But what?” he murmured, prompting her to go on.

“It’s just so . . . so embarrassing,” she burst out at last. “I mean, asking you to . . . to suck this weird stuff out of me . . . out of my breasts, I mean. It’s just . . .”

“Beautiful,” Keller finished for her in a soft voice.

Samantha’s head flew up and she stared at him.

“What did you say?”

“A Juvie who has the honey flow is said to be blessed by the Shifter Goddess—by Lady Moon,” Keller murmured. “It’s not ugly or disgusting, Samantha. It’s beautiful . . . bountiful.”

“I suppose it’s some kind of sign of fertility, isn’t it?” she said bitterly.

“It is,” Keller said blandly. “Does that bother you?”

“I . . .” Samantha shook her head and looked down at her hands. “It’s just . . . scary. That’s all.”

“Baby, look at me.” He tilted her chin gently, forcing her to meet his eyes. “I know it’s frightening—everything you’re going through, and the way your body is changing,” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “But I want you to know, I’ll be right here by your side through every step of it. I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of.”

“You mean you’ll breed me, right?” Samantha couldn’t make her voice go above a whisper. She wanted to look away, but somehow she couldn’t—Keller’s pale-green gaze was holding her hostage.

“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. Gonna 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.

Keller started to pull out of her, presumably to press back inside, but Samantha couldn’t stand that. She felt like she was losing him—like her body was going to be stranded if he left her even for an instant.

“No!” she gasped, reaching back with one hand to grasp his muscular hip. “No, don’t pull out, please!”

“Just pulling out to get some friction going—need to stroke inside you, baby,” Keller murmured hoarsely, caressing her trembling back and sides with his big hands.

“I . . . I know that, but my body doesn’t know it,” Samantha panted, trying to think how to explain it. “Please, Keller—you can’t leave me. Can’t pull out even to thrust back in. Just . . . just press inside me—deep and hard.”

“Okay, baby—it’s okay,” he rumbled soothingly. “Not gonna stop, not gonna leave you until the job is done and you’re full of my come.”

For some reason, his words seemed to sooth the panic inside her.

“Say that again,” Samantha begged him, looking over her shoulder appealingly. “Talk . . . talk about coming inside me while you . . . while you fill me.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“You want dirty talk?”

“Talk about . . . about breeding,” Samantha confirmed. God, she couldn’t believe she was asking for this, but it seemed to help somehow.

“All right, baby,” Keller murmured. “I’ll talk dirty to you. You feel this?”

Taking a new, firmer grip on her hips, he began to press inside her, making sure to keep his own hips connected firmly to her ass. Then he lay across her back and set up a rocking rhythm, riding her hard, pinning her down with his muscular weight as he dominated her completely.

“Yes,” Samantha gasped. “I . . . I feel it.”

“That’s me, baby. That’s my cock, filling you . . . breeding you deep and hard,” Keller growled in her ear. “And do you feel where the head of my shaft is?”

He thrust even harder, making Samantha gasp and moan. Because he wasn’t pulling out, it meant that his long, thick length was stretching her even wider and thrusting even deeper, almost as though his cock was trying to breech the mouth of her womb to shoot his come directly into her there.

“I . . . I feel it,” she moaned. “It . . . it’s all the way inside me. As deep as it can go . . . as deep as you can go.”

“That’s right, baby. Which means when I come inside you, my seed is going to give your sweet pussy a come bath. And Shifters come a lot, which means you’re going to be completely filled up.”

“Keller . . . ,” she moaned.

“Which means I’m probably going to make you pregnant,” he continued, pressing deep and hard inside her. “Because when I come, your little pussy is going to milk all the seed right out of me and suck it up into your womb.”

“Oh, God . . .” Why did his words cause such a storm of conflict inside her? Part of her was horrified—she didn’t want to be pregnant, but another part longed for his baby, wanted to be filled with Keller’s child.

“Going to breed you long and hard and deep tonight,” he promised, his breath hot in her ear. “Going to fuck a baby into your sweet little belly, Sammie. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Yes,” she sobbed, forgetting her determination not to beg. “God, yes, Keller . . . fuck me . . . breed me hard.”

“God, baby going to come soon, can’t help it—you make me so hot when you talk that way,” he groaned.

“Come inside me!” Samantha begged. “Fill me up!” Her own, long intense orgasm just went on and on, milking and sucking at his cock, urging him to shoot his seed as deep inside her as he could. She was beginning to feel lightheaded with pleasure—almost as though she might pass out soon if the orgasm didn’t end. And yet she didn’t want it to stop. Because when it stopped, she would have to face what she had just done, what she was still doing. Not only that, she would have to deal with the consequences.

Keller pounded into her, thrusting deep, his broad chest plastered to her back as he gripped her hips and ground himself inside her. Despite his words about coming soon, he went on for what felt like forever, riding her hard and deep, giving her what she needed so desperately.

Breeding her.

Just when Samantha thought she couldn’t take any more of the intense pleasure, she felt him swell even thicker inside her, and then there was a hot, wet sensation flooding her open pussy.

Coming, she thought. He’s finally coming . . . coming deep inside me, just like he promised.

True to his word, Keller held himself firmly inside her, buried to the hilt in her pussy as he spurted his seed deep into her fertile womb. Samantha felt her own orgasm climb to new heights as the hot come splashed inside her. Her inner walls clenched, urging him on, begging for more as he poured himself inside her. At the same time she felt the connection between them grow and change. What the hell was happening to her? To them both?

“Keller!” she wailed. His name was like a prayer on her lips . . . like a curse. Coming in me . . . breeding me . . . making me pregnant! I know he is, cried a little voice in her head. It hurt her heart to think it. She’d let herself care for him, but the breeding and the baby were all he cared about—all he’d ever cared about.

Samantha thought she would never forgive the big Shifter . . . and never forgive herself for letting herself love him.

And then the overwhelming pleasure was too much, and she felt herself collapse and go completely limp under him as everything faded to gray.