“You always jerk like that when I touch you,” he said, staring up at her somberly. “As though afraid I’ll hurt you.” His gaze was so dark, regretful. “Did I hurt you, Sherra, when I made love to you that first time?”
Sherra drew in a hard breath as he lifted her fingers to his lips. Hurt her? He had broken her heart, but physically he had given her more pleasure than she had ever known in her life. She shook her head slowly, her eyes widening as his lips parted and he rubbed the pad of her forefinger against it. The sensation speared straight to her cl*t and from there to her aching pu**y. His lips were firm
and hot, full with sexual promise.
“Are you wet?” he asked her as his lips quirked in a smile. “I hope you’re at least as wet as I am hard, baby. It wouldn’t be fair otherwise.”
His tongue swiped over her finger, causing her to jerk at the sensation. Wet, moist, she could well remember him stroking her cl*t with it as he held her thighs wide and sucked the little pearl to release. That hard knot of flesh swelled and throbbed at the thought as she fought back a groan. Breathing roughly, she licked her dry lips, fighting to hold her eyes open, to make certain she watched every move he made. She wouldn’t be able to bear it much longer. Having him touch her was a torment. An agonizing pleasure that she knew she would soon be helpless against.
“We have to stop.” Talking was damned near impossible. She could barely breathe. Hunger assailed her, filling her with the bittersweet pain of a lust she knew would never be fulfilled. She had made the mistake, albeit unknowingly, of condemning her body to bleak non-fulfillment. She wouldn’t do the same to Kane. He had suffered more than enough already for daring to attempt to save her.
“Stay here with me, Sherra,” he said, his voice low, vibrating with need. “Let me hold you. I’m too damned weak to force anything else on you right now.”
He wouldn’t have to. Her gaze trailed down his muscular chest, his tight abdomen and the rigid length of his c**k rising up. She licked her lips nervously. She was so weak. As long as he was angry, sniping at her and appearing to hate her for her denial of him, then she could stay far enough away to keep her resolve. But this softer, kinder Kane made her hunger that much deeper. Kane groaned. “Hell, baby. I want that tongue licking all over me, not your lips. Let me lick your lips.”
He pulled at her hand, drawing her down before the danger of the movement penetrated her mind, and she jerked back.
“No. I can’t.” Her tongue was throbbing, the glands swollen and desperate now. Her br**sts ached, her ni**les hardening to firm peaks that rasped almost painfully against the snug fit of her top.
“Sure you can.” His eyes were hot, glittering with dark hunger as he stared at the flesh of her upper br**sts as they rose above the top. “Come on, baby. Let me kiss you again. I know how bad you need it. How swollen that pretty little tongue is. I could feel it on my cock, throbbing. Come on, Sherra, nothing’s going to make me hornier than I already am.”
He drew her down. Her head was screaming no. But every cell in her body was crying out differently. She could taste the soft mix of rainfall and sweetness in her mouth as she trembled in sudden fear and jerked away from him again, unconsciously swallowing the potent taste of the hormone. She shuddered at the knowledge of how quickly the heat was progressing this time. She should have more time before the glands began to open up and spill their spice into her system. More time to prepare herself and make certain she could escape far enough away to keep him from knowing the hell she had yet to endure.
She moved back from the bed hastily. “I have to go.”
“No.” He leaned up on the bed, his gaze sharpening, his expression hardening. “Don’t run from me like this, Sherra. Let me share this with you, if nothing else.”
“You don’t understand.” She forced the words past her lips, a few more drops of the rich taste spilling from the glands. “You don’t know, Kane. You can’t understand.”
“I understand I’m dying for you, and have been for eleven years,” he said roughly. “Do you think I didn’t make sure exactly what I could be letting myself in for when I found out what Merinus had experienced?
Do you really think it’s any f**king worse than this hard-on I’m packing? I could f**k you for weeks and not get enough of you. That piddling little hormone you put out isn’t going to make it any worse.”
He had no idea just how much worse it could truly get.
“You’re crazy,” she cried out roughly, her voice low. “You think it can’t get any worse, Kane? You think arousal can’t become a torture so painful you would gladly die rather than endure it any longer?”
She looked down at him with bitter knowledge. “It can get worse. A hell of a whole lot worse. So bad your h*ps won’t still as you try to f**k dry air. So deep and painful you’re screaming in agony and you would f**k anything or anyone but you can’t stand the touch of another person against your flesh. So debilitating you’re useless in battle because all you want to do is f**k.”
His eyes were black now, widening in shock as she described the past episodes she had gone through. His cheeks flushed a ruddy color and she could almost see his lust rising rapidly at the thought of such arousal.
“Then bring your ass down here and f**k,” he snarled almost violently. “You know as well as I do that eases it, Sherra.”
“Nothing eases it, Kane.” She wanted to scream out her fury. “Don’t you understand? Every time Callan f**ked Merinus that hormone forced her to ovulate. Her body was prepared and gave her enough time to see if conception would occur before forcing her hunger again. I can’t conceive. I won’t conceive. Remember?”
“I could do without a dissection of my sister’s sex life,” he snarled. “And you don’t know if what you’re saying is true or not. All you have is supposition.”
“And all you have is a hard-on,” she sneered. “Jack off. At least you can find some relief there, Kane. There will be no satisfaction to be found in my body.”
“I don’t think so, kitty,” he gritted out between clenched teeth as he came off the bed, stumbling for a second as his feet seemed to betray him.
Sherra watched, wide-eyed, while all six plus feet of furious, aroused male paused as though in confusion. His c**k was dark and engorged, the mushroomed head damp with the pre-come that had seeped over it. He wobbled on his feet, the drugs affecting his coordination now. He stopped, stared down at them a minute, then started for her again and promptly stumbled again.