I Take Thee

I Take Thee Red Garnier (c) 2008

I Take Thee Red Garnier Published 2008 ISBN 978-1-59578-420-9 Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright © 2008, Red Garnier. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author. Manufactured in the United States of America Liquid Silver Books http://LSbooks.com Email: [email protected] Editor Georgia Woods Cover Artist April Martinez This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

Chapter One Marcus Forrester flipped over the magazine for the hundredth time in Dr. Ben Vilder’s small, sunny waiting room. To think of someone poking and prodding at his wife in the examination room a few doors away had his gut twisting inside him, and his teeth clenching so tight they’d be soon turning to powder. The monthly test results should be in by now. So then why was this taking so long? He’d been waiting for over an hour, and quickly approached the point where he would pull his hair out, one by one. “Damn.” He slapped the magazine down on the seat beside him and winced when his ribs protested. He felt like someone had kicked the shit out of him, then scraped a garden rake down his back. Every drying scab itched under his shirt, and his cock felt as if he’d laid it down on the road and had a truck run over it. As for the twitching in his nuts, that didn’t feel too good either. Eyeing the receptionist behind the glass, he cleared his throat loudly. She glanced up, gave him an apologetic smile, and went back to filing her nails. Marcus sighed, then glared at the fake plant across the room as if this were all its fault. “Mr. Forrester?” A young nurse appeared down the hallway. “Dr. Vilder would like to see you in his office.” On his feet already, Marcus almost trampled the slow-walking nurse as he followed her to the doctor’s office. It had seemed appropriate, since the incident on their honeymoon, that Marcus’ family doctor evaluate Marcus’ wife, and yet strangest thing of all was that the man who’d given Marcus his shots seemed hell-bent in treating him so formally. “Mr. Forrester.” There he went again, as though he hadn’t seen Marcus’s buttocks a million times. He looked very somber as he greeted him, but then the man always wore the same bored look on his face. “Please sit down.” Marcus dropped on the seat across the doc’s cherry wood desk and clasped his hands across his lap. If the white-haired, balding doctor only knew that, despite the outward calm he projected, he was shaking in his bones. To think of anything—anything—happening to Marly… “How is she?” Marcus asked when Dr. Vilder only stared at him with the calm, calculated expression he wore all the time. The expression of someone who must feel no emotion at all. Of someone whose wife hadn’t just been peeked and poked at. “Your wife is fine, Marcus,” he said after what felt like an eternity. “I wanted to talk to you before she joined us.” Shit. He’d called him Marcus. That couldn’t be good. “And that’s because?”

“Because she presents a very unusual case.” Aha! “And what case would that be, doctor?” Marcus shifted on the seat, cringing when his sensitized cock scraped against his underwear. Damned if that didn’t hurt. “Tell me more about her,” the doctor said, linking his large, wrinkled hands over the desk. “Her habits. Her moods.” Wasn’t the doctor supposed to be telling him something—like what the hell was happening to her? Marcus shot the doctor a look, a dead serious look. A look that told the man he didn’t want to mess with a man wearing this particular look. With grave seriousness and a face he would wear in a funeral, Marcus said, “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “Ah, yes.” The doctor didn’t even smile. “How long have you been married now?” “A year. But we’ve been together since we were kids, remember?” All Marcus got was a slight nod on the doctor’s part, but Marcus doubted that he remembered anything that wasn’t in his medical files—much less that he’d been to their wedding. “Your wife’s worried, Mr. Forrester. She tells me she’s been a little aggressive these past few days. She even said last night she harmed you.” “It’s nothing,” Marcus said. “Well, may I see this nothing?” Marcus hesitated, then sighed. Rising, he pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans and up to his shoulders. Wordlessly, the balding doctor and his insipid white coat drew up behind him. The drying scabs seemed to itch even more under the doctor’s scrutiny. “Hmm…very interesting.” Yeah. “And she did this with…?” “Her nails.” That little she-devil. “Anything else I should know about? She mentioned some biting near the groin area.” Marcus didn’t even want to remember, or else get a very uncomfortable hard-on and let the doctor think he was gay. Like he was aroused by his scrutiny or something. But man! Marly had gone crazy last night, and though Marcus hadn’t gotten any sleep, he was a deeply happy, satisfied man, scars and all. “The bite, Mr. Forrester?” Sighing, Marcus turned and let the shirt fall over his back before he unfastened his jeans, dropped them to the floor, and spread his legs, signaling down at the teeth marks on his inner thigh. Dr. Vilder bent to take a look, and he got so close Marcus feared a nurse would burst in and think he was getting fellatio. He shifted on his feet, staring at the landscape painting behind the doctor’s desk, suddenly riveted. He’d never stared so long at a plain ole stretch of grass. And then there was something flying in the sky, which he wasn’t sure if it was a bird or an airplane. Oh, and look, more grass.

“It’s just as I suspected,” Dr. Vilder said as he straightened and walked around his desk to his seat. “Just tell me she’s all right,” Marcus muttered as he pulled up and fastened before dropping back down on the chair. “She’s fine.” “We thought maybe…” Marcus gazed steadily at the doctor, not hiding the hopeful note in his voice. “That she’s pregnant.” “She’s not pregnant, Mr. Forrester. She’s in oestrus.” “Oe—what?” “Your wife is in heat.” “Come again?” “She’s in heat.” In heat. “Her tests show an interesting hormone and an alteration to her DNA pattern. Quite frankly, I’m amazed at the results.” While the doctor did, in fact, look amazed, Marcus could only stare at him. He shook his head to clear it. “I’m afraid you’ve lost me.” “She’s having a heat period that resembles that of a felid.” At Marcus’s continuing blank look, Dr. Vilder added, “A feline.” Brows joining into a scowl, Marcus gazed around the ample, wood-paneled office, wondering if all those diplomas hanging on the wall were even real. Were they talking about cats here? “And what exactly does this mean?” he asked, his attention once again on the doctor. “Truthfully, I’m not sure.” The doctor leaned back in his chair, hands crossed over his lap as he eyed him steadily. “For sure, such a hormone present in her blood means she wants to copulate. The mating habits of felines are varied, but the species she most resembles, the panthera leo, is known to have a high copulation activity. When in heat, females copulate every fifteen minutes, sometimes even going without sleep for several days.” Marcus had no words to reply with. He could swear his tongue had glued itself to the roof of his mouth. At his silence, the doctor seemed to feel a need to make himself clearer. “She needs to mate…frequently.” That last word was so emphasized, Marcus winced. There was nothing in this world he enjoyed more than making love with his wife. But after last night’s session, in which they’d literally fucked every fifteen minutes, Marcus doubted there was a single drop of sperm left in his whole body. “And how exactly am I supposed to keep up with that, doctor?” Old doc shrugged. “You can’t.” What kind of lame, shit-faced answer was that? Marcus thrust his hands in the air. “So she’s to continue suffering for five days? She can’t even sleep; she’s in pain!” He shook his head vehemently. “There must be something we could do, an injection, some pills?” “The only solution for her current dilemma is for her to mate.” Marcus gave himself the pleasure of glaring at the man. “Doctor, seriously,” he said, “I’m only one man.” “Precisely. Within the species of the panthera leo, no lion alone can satisfy a female

in heat. They take turns, sometimes three or four of them.” “Are you suggesting I…well that’s preposterous!” “I’m not suggesting anything, Mr. Forrester. I’m stating the facts.” “But this is insane!” “That’s a whole other field, Mr. Forrester, unfortunately not my specialty.” Dr. Vilder was the only one who smiled at his joke, and when he was through smiling, he said, “I admit, Mr. Forester, that when you mentioned her phenomenal sex drive on your honeymoon, I never expected to encounter something like this.” “Marly…” Marcus shrugged. “Marly insisted something was wrong with her. I saw no reason to take monthly tests, but you know how…stubborn women get.” “Well now, it is quite obvious there is something odd, but I have to admit I’ve never had any experience with one of these cases myself. I’ll have to meet with my colleagues and gather more information for you. Now I have to ask, does the time when this happened during your honeymoon strike you as similar?” “This time is actually much worse. She gets very… She whimpers if we don’t immediately…well, you know.” The doctor looked like he was suppressing a smile. “Was there any biting last time, scratching?” “Nope. No biting. Lots of scratching, lots of clawing, lots and lots of sex.” Marcus grinned. Because it had been the most fantastic honeymoon ever. Eating. Sleeping. Fucking. All day. Every day. Marcus had never thought Marly’s honeymoon sex drive was anything to be concerned about, except she kept telling him how it hurt so much when she wanted to and for some reason couldn’t—whether it be Marcus was sleeping, they were at the airport, a restaurant, hell, any number of reasons. “I see,” the doctor said. “Well, I’d like to assume the heat periods will increase in frequency until she bears a child. In fact, I believe it’s the case with most of the felidae.” “I assure you,” Marcus said in a tone showing his disappointment, “we’ve been trying.” “Tell me, does she ever change?” “Change?” Marcus repeated. He wouldn’t change a hair in Marly’s whole body. He loved her! Every bitty inch and tiny freckle on her nose. “I mean physical changes,” the doctor explained. “Shifting, turning into a cat, getting fangs or even a tail?” Marcus was completely fossilized in his seat. Unmoving. Not even breathing. “You’re kidding.” “Oh, I’m very serious, Mr. Forrester. It seems unlikely she could withstand the whole five day heat period without her body adapting to it for the time being.” “Well, will I live?” Marcus jumped to his feet at the sound of her voice. “Marly.” Gorgeous, sweet Marly. With her neat blonde hair cropped to her shoulders—a cut which Marcus hadn’t cared for at first, but now found unbearably cute—and her slim, agile body in those tight blue jeans which just happened to be Marcus’ favorites. His kind, smart, sexy wife—with all those raging cat-hormones inside her. Poor baby!

He rushed to her side. “Here, baby, let me help you.” “I’m not an invalid, honey, I can walk.” But she held onto him anyway, leaning to his side as he guided her toward the chair next to his with painstaking slowness. “It’ll be all right, baby,” he cooed. “The doctor here was just explaining…” She kissed his lips before sitting down. “If it’s got the word ‘nympho’ in there, or even ‘maniac’, I’d rather not know.” “Oh, no, Mrs. Forrester, nothing like that.” Marcus took his own chair. “Sweetheart, it seems that you’re…well, honey, that explains why you’ve lately been so…what I mean to say is…” “You’re in heat, Mrs. Forrester,” the doctor artfully interjected. “You have an unusual craving for sex that rivals that of a feline.” Marcus smiled at her with false brightness and reached out to pat her hand. “There, you see? It’ll be all right.” Marly’s vivid green eyes went enormous, and at her horrified expression, the doctor felt compelled to add, “I suspect you will be back to normal in a few days. Four or five at most, Mrs. Forrester, no need to look so worried.” “Five days?” She sounded crestfallen. “But you have no idea how much this…hurts…how much I…” Her deep green eyes landed on Marcus, and the turmoil there just tore at him. “This is horrible.” “I need more tests to determine the cause. I wonder if it might be due to genetics? Tell me about your parents, Mrs. Forrester, anything unusual?” When Marly didn’t so much as breathe, Marcus thoughtfully said, “Well, her mom’s real weird.” “Marcus!” He looked back at her wide-eyed. “Well, it’s true!” “I’m not even getting into details about your mother.” “Thank you.” With a slightly amused tug on his lips, the doctor leveled his sharp gaze on Marly. “In what sense is your mother unusual, Mrs. Forrester?” Marly shrugged as if it made little difference. “She’s developing an inter-species breeding program.” “And weird hair.” Dr. Vilder’s bushy white brows shot up. “Ahhhh.” But since he still looked confused, Marcus specified, “She experiments with pussies, doctor.” “Marcus means cats, doctor,” Marly countered, sending a withering look his way before turning to Dr. Vilder. “Like a lion and a tigress making a liger, and a tiger and a lioness making a tigon. That sort of thing. My mother’s a zoologist, and she has a soft spot for breeding rare African species.” “I see.” The doctor busily rubbed his chin, as if that alone gave him access to all the answers in the universe. “What has that to do with my wife?” Marcus asked worriedly, images of his motherin-law and her godawful hair, and her even more awful experiments, pricking all the hairs in his body. “Marcus…” Marly choked on the word, her face coloring salmon. “Marcus take me home.”

He softened his voice. “Let’s just wait until the doctor explains…” “Marcus, now.” She convulsed a little over the chair, pressing her legs together, her knuckles white on the armrests. “Oh, God.” Marcus jolted to his feet when her eyes rolled back and she shuddered. The last thing he needed was for her to strip in front of the doctor and hump the desk. “She gets this way every half hour or so,” he told the doctor, his tone apologetic. The doctor’s alarm was evident in the slight widening of his eyes as he rose. “Marcus, I truly suggest you get some help.” “You mean like nine-one-one?” “I meant real help, Mr. Forrester. The kind you’ll need.” Marcus lifted her to her feet, a steady arm around her waist keeping her pinned to his side. “Come on, baby, let’s go.” Marly’s chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, her body trembling against his own as he quickly dumped the money owed on the desk outside. After crossing the parking lot and settling her in the front passenger seat of their SUV, Marcus slid behind the wheel, shut the door, and said, “I say we get a second opinion.” Her shaky sigh filled the interior of the car. “I just want to go home.” “I think this guy’s into that weird fiction thing. Cat hormones! Where the hell would he get that anyway?” She was avoiding his gaze, as though she was ashamed of something. Softly she bit her lip, then said, “So that’s what’s wrong with me.” “Marly, nothing is wrong with you.” He cupped her smooth cheek and forced her to look at him. “Except that you’re a little nutty, but we already knew that about you, didn’t we?” “Marcus.” The desperation in her voice mirrored the one gnawing at his gut. “Hey,” he said, “Even if he’s right. You’re a healthy, horny female; what’s wrong with that?” “That my poor husband looks like a punching bag, that’s what’s wrong!” “I already told you I loved that little biting session, honey. You’ve got real good teeth.” She smiled, a smile that made her eyes look a brilliant green, then she whimpered, assailed again by her unnamed malady. Or as Dr. Vilder quite succinctly put it, her need to mate. “Just drive, M,” she said quietly. “Great idea.” He twisted the key, the car roaring to life. “Wait! Kiss me first.” She curled a hand around his nape and pulled him in for a hot kiss. She whimpered when their lips touched, and he growled when she parted her mouth under his, allowing his tongue inside. Her mouth was wet, hot, her tongue swirling eagerly around his own. She was so sweet, tastier than his favorite cream pudding. Marcus could’ve kissed her for a full additional hour if he hadn’t noticed her already touching herself, rubbing herself over her jeans. “Easy, baby.” Shaken, he drew away and focused on pulling out of the parking lot. As soon as they hit the streets, he sped onto the highway. Forget the speed limit. He needed to get home now. He stole a quick look at her, trying not to think how juicy and delectable her swollen

lips looked. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. First thing I’m gonna do when we get home is fuck you.” Her eyes fluttered closed. “Umm…” She sank back farther into the seat, parting her legs so she could rock her hips and scrape her fingers over herself. “Oh, God, I need you.” He expelled a trembling breath and nearly broke the steering wheel with his grip. “Baby, I need you, too.” “I can’t wait…” His cock felt like a club inside his pants. It hurt from last night and it hurt from wanting her. His beautiful wife was hazy-eyed and panting, and only a few feet away. Her lips gleamed with dampness and she smelled like she did when she was soaking wet. And all Marcus could do was drive. Dammit. “Baby,” he said raggedly. “I can’t wait.” “But Marcus, I can’t stand this.” A painful grimace contorted her face, and Marcus felt his own features go tense. “Honey, I feel for you. Believe me. I know how you’re hurting.” He had an urge to crawl back to the doctor and see what was wrong with him—he hurt so bad, too. Marly cupped her pussy over the fabric of her jeans, grinding the heel of her palm against her mound as she rocked her hips up. Marcus wanted to tell her to pull down her jeans and do it, fuck herself over the seat and let him watch, let him come in his pants watching. Instead, he silently cursed the slow-moving car in front, one hand into the air. “Damn this traffic anyway!” Damn everyone keeping him from reaching home and fucking his poor and afflicted, very sexy Marly. Her hand paused at the juncture of her thighs as she went completely still. “So I’m in heat like some sort of…bitch?” He chuckled, still not even believing it. “Yeah.” Her face held no mirth as she regarded him. “It’s not funny.” “It makes me nervous, all right?” He plowed his fingers through his hair and cursed under his breath, shaking his head ruefully. Thoughtful now, his wife turned to stare out the window. He could see the worried lines in her brow by the angle of her profile, the trembling lower lip she tried to hold still with her top teeth. “I’ll take care not to scratch you, M, I promise. It just gets so…” She trailed off, hunching forward and curling her arms around her waist with a pained groan. “Oh, God. I want you, baby.” Marcus felt weak, his voice shaking as much as his knees. “I can hardly wait.” With imploring green eyes, she said, “Baby, stop somewhere. Anywhere, please.” “Just a few more minutes, sweetheart, hang in there.” He slammed the pedal further down, certain the highway had grown longer just now. It had never taken him so long to get home before. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her rub herself, her hand going faster and faster and faster. “Oh, fuck, Marcus.” Finding every breath emptier and heavier than the last, his eyes strayed from the road to look at her, on the seat, flushed and eager and horny. “Honey, do you want me to crash?” he demanded. Marly bucked in the seat with a moan. “No. What I want is for you to stop this fucking car, get your hands on me and your dick inside me now!”

Marcus’s jaw tightened. “I swear nobody wants to fuck now more than me.” And no sore cock would keep him from it. **** It felt like Mars had to be closer to Earth than their home from Dr. Vilder’s office. By the time Marly spotted their quaint, red-brick, one-story, two-bedroom love nest, she felt weak with need. Her body was quaking, her sex pulsing hard, a famished hunger gnawing inside her belly. Not even as a teenager in her first burst of hormones had she felt so lusty, so desperate, so fiercely horny and ready to fuck. She barely noticed when Marcus turned off the engine and came around the front of the car. In her next breath, he scooped her up in his powerful arms. “Come here, baby.” “Oh, Marcus, please.” Her hands flew to his shoulders, and then of their own will slid to work the buttons on his shirt. He carried her inside, kicking the door shut behind them. Pushing his shirt aside, her eager hands slipped through the parted material and over his glorious chest, sprinkled with silky dark hairs. She rubbed those sinewy muscles, her sex muscles contracting with want as he carried her down the darkened hall. He paused at the threshold to their bedroom and gazed down at her with hot, smoldering eyes. His jaw was tight with desire, eyelids heavy as he spoke down into her face. “Now, let me make love to you.” Marly felt herself melt with gratitude. “Yes.” “I want you slow.” She gripped his shoulders in panic. “No! I want fast. I want now.” “Shh.” He pressed his lips lightly, briefly to hers as he crossed the length of their bedroom, lowering her to sit on the edge of their bed. Prying her hands from his shoulders, he placed them by her sides, squeezing her wrists in reassurance. Between sooty, dark lashes, his black eyes shone, filled with tenderness, lust. Love. “You’re my wife. And I will have you, again and again, slow and fast.” As if to prove this, his hands slipped under her soft cotton shirt. They felt like gliding silk over her belly, and like a burning clamp when, after they unfastened the front clasp of her bra, he clutched her bare breasts and squeezed. Marly arched up to his hands, making a soft mewing sound. He groaned, his hold impatient, possessive on her breasts. “You’re so damned beautiful, Marly.” His thumbs rubbed back and forth on her firm, rounded nipples. His breathing had changed, deepened, nostrils flaring as he stared at her lips with eyes on fire. Her hand felt weak as she lifted it to touch him. “Marcus.” She slipped her fingers through his hair as he ducked low and opened his mouth over her t-shirt, covering a protruding nipple. Moisture from his mouth seeped past the fabric and onto the sensitive pearl, sending shivers down her body. Her other nipple brushed against the cotton, and that alone sent her bucking up wantonly. She clutched the back of his head, her head spinning. Her skin burned as if she were swimming in lava. “Oh, Marcus.” He lifted his head, his hands tugging at her shirt. “Take this off.” His voice was gruff with desire.

The knowledge of what he would do to her as soon as the barriers were gone urged her to hurry. Her hands trembled with anticipation as she fumbled with her jeans, yanked her top over her head, and stripped off her bra and panties. He hadn’t been idle while she undressed. At the foot of the bed, he stood naked now, his clothes in a heap behind him. He looked so handsome, as handsome as ever. Strength. Compassion. Determination. And the ability to smile at life, whatever curve ball she threw at them. Her husband had it all. He was the first boy she’d kissed, the only man she’d ever loved, and all Marly had prayed since she’d turned sixteen was that they’d be able to grow old together, and never, ever be apart. His rich sable-black hair was rumpled, carelessly curling around his ears, as luxurious and tempting as that tanned god-like body. Thickened dark veins that gushed with blood ridged the length of his swollen cock, the tip already moistened with droplets of semen. She could see her love bites on his shoulder, his inner thigh, and the marks of her nails on his chest. She had been embarrassed yesterday when she’d realized what she’d done to him, but now that she was aching for him to fill her again, she gazed at every little scab like a mark of her ownership, and it excited her all the more. His long, athletic legs were braced wide apart, his arms motionless at his sides. A muscle flexed in the back of his jaw. “Open up for me, Marly. I want to see you. How pink and swollen you are.” A flood of sensations assailed her at his husky words. Her nipples tingled. Her belly pulled tight. Her sex clenched. His cock jerked in the air, the muscles in his abs squared rigid. “Show me your pussy, baby.” Marly would show him the world if she could. Slowly resting her head back on the bed, she parted her thighs, feeling her lips unfold like petals, her swollen entrance gleam wetly for him. “Put your cock inside me, Marcus.” Her voice was a croak, the sound so weak she doubted if he heard, for he didn’t move, only watched her with coal-black eyes brimming with intensity and power. She curved her spine over the bed, a needy whimper urging him forward as her eyes drifted shut. She shook from need. Her stomach burned. And still, he didn’t take her. “Marcus, please.” She couldn’t stand this. Couldn’t stand her sweaty, prickly skin. The way her pussy clenched around emptiness. The way her breasts hurt. “Shh.” His murmur filled her with want as he clasped one ankle in his hand and lifted her leg. He flattened the arch of her foot against his chest, beneath one shoulder. Then he lowered his face, his warm breath on her skin. “I know what you want, baby.” He brushed his lips to the tender skin on the inside of her ankle, then flicked out his tongue to lick her, working a hot, moist path along the inside of her leg. A shiver shot through her in reverse; starting in her calves, racing up her thighs, her back, to her breasts. As he laved her skin, she could feel the long, expert strokes of his tongue as though they were licking her pussy. He was advancing, his mouth wide open, kissing the tender skin behind her knee. Her cunt felt like exploding. She fisted her hands

by her sides. “Marcus, dammit…” She heard the growl before he set her leg down and moved, settling his weight on top of her. He grabbed her wrists and lifted her arms, pinning them above her head as he shoved his hips between her thighs, his pulsing heat pressing roughly against hers. “You make me lose my fucking mind.” She trembled at the coarse words, which only ignited her more. Her gaze clashed with his glowing one. “Fuck me. Fuck me now. Please.” “Oh, I intend to, wife. I plan to fuck you good and hard.” She felt the bloated head of his cock push into her, then the full length of his column glide between her tissue folds, penetrating so slowly she thought she’d go crazy. His hands tightened around her wrists as she dropped her head back and curved up to receive him. “Is that what you call hard?” she asked, her voice a tremulous murmur. He nipped her lower lip, breathing into her mouth. “No.” His hot, wet tongue slipped in past her lips, withdrawing as quickly as it had entered. “I call this good.” “Oh, yes, it’s good.” He stretched her. Filled her. Pulsed inside her like a living, breathing thing. Marly lifted her head and captured his lips with hers, rocking her hips with him inside her as she whispered, “Now give me hard.” He pulled out to the head, his big, knowing hands expertly sliding down the inside of her arms, cupping her breasts. Thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples, tugging, pulling. He knew how to touch her. Where. What drove her crazy with want. What pushed her over the edge. Eyes closed, she purred wantonly when his hands came back to hers above her head, his fingers lacing through her own. Palm to palm, he thrust inside her again. Rough. Deep. Hands clenching on hers. Pleasure assailed her with his impaling thrust, and with it, pain stemming from the fierceness of her need. Marcus growled, sucking the peak of one breast into his mouth. She shuddered at the friction of his teeth on her nipples. Her sex twitched hungrily around his cock. Her spine arched slowly, while her limbs felt weighted down with tension. His thrusts lengthened. His cock slipping in and out of her. Wet. Stiff. Fast. And she went crazy. Hissing, bucking up to meet him with her hips, her nails sank into the back of his hands. She surged forward, lips latching to his shoulder, teeth scraping. She ached to bite him, bite him as he kept fucking her, driving her to the brink of orgasm. A hot pressure built in her core. Each deep thrust tightening her more, and more, and more. Her body tensed, an earth-shattering orgasm gathering force in her center, contracting every muscle in her. With a frustrated noise, she nipped at him, a bright red light flashing in her vision for a blinding second. “Marcus.” I want to bite, eat, claw you, fuck you mad! “Oh, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse. He looked as out of control as she was. His eyes were shut, his face tight as he concentrated on each long stroke of his cock. “So good,” he whispered, pounding,

squeezing her hands with his. “You’re so fucking good.” Hissing out a breath, she caught his skin between her teeth and bit him hard on the neck. He choked out a sound—part grunt, part growl—and that primal sound undid her. She let her own cries tear out of her as she bucked under him, her pussy rippling around his cock, milking him. She came in swift, powerful spasms, shudders that seemed to go on forever. Marcus joined her with three more rampant thrusts and one raw, primal cry that seemed to tear out from the pit of him. When she opened her eyes a thousand heartbeats later, it was to find him lying on his side, propped on one elbow, studying her face with a satisfied smile. “That was awesome,” she breathed. Her smile was as much tired as pleased as she curled up against his chest, an arm going around his waist. “Did I hurt you?” One big hand splayed over her back and pressed her closer to him. “Compared to yesterday? Nah.” Marly went rigid at the reminder of what she’d done, overwhelmed with loathing for herself. As of two days ago, every ten to fifteen minutes she’d been turning into a sexfiend, and she was afraid of putting such strain on Marcus. For all his act, she could see her husband was worried about her. And no matter how capable she knew Marcus to be, both in bed and out of it, it was proving to be humanly impossible to satisfy her. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s happening to me.” Her voice broke, and she pursed her lips before she gave into a full-blown, weep-your-heart-out drama. “Hey, I loved it.” He nuzzled her, brushing his lips over hers. “I said I’d take thee, in sickness and in health, and by God I’m fucking you all week if I die trying.” She stiffened in shock, pulling back to stare at him with eyes as blank as dinner plates. “Baby, I don’t want you to die.” She relaxed when she caught sight of his smile—a mischievous, Cheshire-cat smile—and then relaxed even more when he kissed her. “Just following doctor’s orders.”

Chapter Two Thirteen hours and plenty of orgasms later, the phone rang, disturbing the silence that had momentarily settled in their cozy home. Marcus had been crossing the living room, heading toward the kitchen, barely able to walk and in sore need of some sustenance, when he heard the sound. It took him many winces and a couple of muttered “dammits” to answer. “Yeah?” “Mr. Forrester?” a familiar voice asked on the other end. “Doctor Vilder. Thank God!” He plopped down on the couch, covering his eyes with one hand and ready to spill his guts out. “I hope you don’t mind, Mr. Forrester, I spoke with several of my colleagues about your wife’s case. We’re all here on conference, actually. Dr Phill, Dr. Greene, and Dr. Goldberg, meet Mr. Forrester.” Three unanimous salutes followed. Marcus rubbed his eyes wearily. “Hey.” “Mr. Forrester. We’re eager to know, how are things progressing?” Marcus twisted his neck to stare into the bedroom, catching a sight of Marly’s naked limbs through the open door, then turned back to the phone and cupped the receiver. “My cock is raw. I feel completely emasculated. I can’t get it up soon enough.” A deathly silence followed, then a steady, “Our interest is running more toward Mrs. Forrester.” “Oh, yes, of course. Well…” He turned to look at her again, eyeing those creamy, long limbs over the bed with manly appreciation. “She’s fine. More than fine. She’s…” Gorgeous. Amazing. Horny as hell. “Has she shifted yet?” “Shifted?” “You see, Dr. Greene and Dr. Phill believe she might shift one of these days. It’s a myth, really. None of us have actually seen it happen, and yet several patients with similar problems claim it is so.” Marcus had other, more pressing things to worry about, and they were all he could handle right now. He whispered into the receiver, “Doctor, I can’t satisfy her. I can’t…fill her. She’s unstoppable.” “If she does shift, don’t be alarmed. It will probably be toward the third day,” Dr. Vilder said. To which Marcus replied, “I couldn’t even go to work today for fear she’d rape the mailman or something.” “And if she does shift, we’d love to have a look at her at the office,” Dr. Vilder continued. “Tell me, doctor,” Marcus said gravely. “Is there anything more potent than Cialis?” Another long silence ensued, then a weird coughing that resembled someone trying to hide his laughter. “Mr. Forrester, I don’t think so.” “Doctor, this is no joke.” “Well, I suggest you keep her under a leash, no pun intended. Maybe get the

assistance of some toys?” “We have some, or at least had some. She broke them.” “Honey?” Marcus stiffened at the sound of Marly’s voice. “Oh, shit.” “Pardon?” Dr. Vilder asked. The other doctors seemed to have gone mute, no doubt a little overcome by the Forrester’s unusual circumstances. Tell me about it, was all Marcus thought. It seemed like a dream come true, to have a wanton female he just happened to adore so damned ready to fuck, and yet after each session, this was starting to feel more and more like a nightmare. “Got to go, doctors. If I can, I’ll call you from the morgue.” He slammed the phone back into its cradle and pushed himself to his feet. If he made an effort, maybe he’d reach their bedroom by midnight, and by then there was no telling what he might encounter. A full grown cat maybe. He winced when he finally got to the threshold and gazed at her from across the room. “Baby, if we keep this up I just know my dick’s going to fall off.” “I know, this is insane!” She rolled over on the bed to face him, propping up on one elbow while her other hand dipped to stroke the scented valley between her legs, her breasts thrusting out to him like offerings. She was sweaty, flushed, and by the way her neatly-trimmed pussy glowed, she was ready for more. He stared at that part of her he knew he’d been the only man to ever know, then stared into her thick-lashed eyes, and whispered, “I’ll use my hands. I’ll put my tongue in you, baby.” Her blonde tresses flew around her face as she shook her head. “You know that’s no good. I’ll only end up straddling you, that is if I don’t completely kill you this time.” Her smile was humorless, as dry as the tone she used. And still, she kept touching herself, growing breathless. “Marly, what can I do?” he asked in desperation, his fingers curling into his hands. Her body was beautiful, as perfect as if it had been made to his specifications, and he felt impotent and plain scared that he wouldn’t be able to please her. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head dropping back on the bed when she slid a second hand between her legs. She moaned, her face tightening with lust as she stroked herself. Marcus swallowed a lump the size of a turnip. “Maybe I could go buy another dildo.” Her eyes flew open, her lips stretching blandly. “Oh, shoo. Don’t even bother. It doesn’t compare to you anyway.” Her smile vanished from her face in the same instant it had appeared, her eyes darkening as if haunted. “Oh, God, I want you again.” And he watched a little finger disappear inside her, swallowed by the turgid, coral lips of her sex down to the root. And Marcus’s cock was unresponsive. Numb. Yep. It was dead. His heart felt like a tin can, crushed inside his fist. “I hate to see you like this. I feel so useless.” She looked so vulnerable, so frustrated with herself, so enslaved to her needs. Her body shuddered lustily, and yet he could see the helplessness in her wide, innocent green eyes, the big loud “help” they silently screamed at him which just about tore him up. “Marcus, I feel so ashamed…this is worse than being a nympho…God, I feel so sick.”

“Don’t.” Marcus ignored every aching muscle in his body as he crossed the room to pull her into his arms. He hugged her, holding her in a tight embrace. “I feel worse,” he confessed with a hoarsened voice. “I want to give you everything and I feel like shit that I can’t.” Her slim, womanly body trembled in his arms as he smoothed one hand down her back, trying to soothe her, though he knew it was something else she wanted from him now. Then he felt it; the smooth, silky, barely-there fur on her back. Shit. Wide-eyed, he took a peek past her shoulder, eyeing the area, then pulled back in horror. “Open your mouth.” A cat-like purr rumbled up her throat. “Hmm, are you going to kiss me?” He stuck a finger inside, felt her gums, her incisors. Yep, they’d grown a bit. Double fucking shit. “Hey!” she protested. “What are you, my dentist?” “Wait here.” He rushed out into the living room, his pains all but forgotten, and plopped onto the tall leather chair before the computer. And he Googled; Shifting. Lion Mating Habits. And spent the twenty minutes reading, and thinking… Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Dr. Vilder was right, damn it, and he regretted not having really listened. Shifting. Five days in heat. Two were gone already. Three more to go, and then their life was back to normal. Until this need came back again. Now how the hell was Marcus to survive three days fucking every fifteen minutes? With no sleep, and barely time to eat? “What is it?” he heard voice behind his back. He swiveled around on the chair and stared at her. So lovely, so delicate and pretty, and always so happy. Why was this happening to her? Why was this happening to them? “I think Vilder may be right, Marly.” “Of course he’s right; he’s a doctor.” She drew up beside him, curious as a cat, trying to get an eyeful of the computer screen. He caught her waist in his hands, drawing her at arm’s length. “We’ve got at least three days left and…” He didn’t finish the thought—couldn’t bear to. “…and your cock is raw?” she added for him. Her elegant brows had risen, more like in dare than in question. He pursed his lips, finding the knowledge about his uncooperative cock as distasteful as any testosterone-driven being would. Damn, this was embarrassing. “I think we’re going to need reinforcements,” he admitted. “Reinforcements?” The word seemed to have piqued her interest. “As in?” “I don’t know.” He dropped his hands to his sides, suddenly lacking the courage to look her in the eye. He swiveled back toward the computer, staring unseeingly at the screen. “A professional. Someone who can go at it all night, take turns with me.” She propped her hip against the side of the desk, her eyes lighting with…was that interest? “Really? You’d do that for me?” He wasn’t sure he completely liked the enthusiasm there, in her voice, the depths of her pretty cat-like eyes. “Maybe,” he grudgingly admitted. And boy, did he feel like shit

for saying that. He felt less than a man. Only half a man. A quarter of a man. To not be able to please your own wife… “Marcus, I’d love that.” And Marcus could tell she did. Her cheeks were colored pink, and judging by the quick rise and fall of her breasts and the heady scent stealing into his lungs, she was more than a little aroused. Marcus wished he might find a potion that would keep him erect all day. Every day. His whole life. Even as a grandpa. So he could satisfy that horny grandma Marly would make. But dammit, he was not even twenty-six and already having erectile dysfunction. Life sucked big time. “Marly,” he whispered, his throat suddenly constricting with emotion. “Baby.” How could this have happened to her? Why, goddammit! “You know I’ve had fantasies,” she said. This was getting nuts. He didn’t do well with nuts; he was allergic. “Does this mean I’ll get mine? You know, you kissing a playboy bunny, me watching…?” She laughed. “I’ll think about it, M. Though I’d much rather kiss a man!” He was solemn as he regarded her. “How many should I ask for? One…two?” “The whole regiment!” “Aw, come on, honey. I can barely stomach the idea of someone touching you and you want a whole pack of men?” “Just call someone.” He turned to do just that. “Marcus?” That hoarse word made him turn to her in concern. She nervously gnawed her lower lip, her eyes watery. “I love you. You know that, don’t you?” “Yes.” “I’m sorry.” He took her shoulders in his hands and squeezed. “Don’t be. I’m with you, Marly. I love you, baby, I’d kill for you, you know that.” “But this is so weird!” Damn right it was. She was in heat, for God’s sake. For once the normal, once-amonth PMS phenomenon didn’t look so bad. But the last thing he wanted was make her worry; he was doing enough for both of them. “Let’s just look at it like an adventure. We’ve had those in our days, remember? Driving my Uncle Rob’s tractor into the pond? The fireworks in the chicken’s coop?” She choked on a breath and nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. “Poor chickens.” “Aw, don’t get all teary on me.” He hugged her, the side of his face tightly pressed to her belly as he squeezed her, and even he felt a knot form in his throat. He hated to see her suffer. Hated to think he wasn’t worthy of her, wasn’t capable, wasn’t man enough. “This’ll be our greatest adventure yet.” “Will you still love me?” she whispered. He understood she needed to hear it, because a part of him wanted to know that, no matter what, Marly would forever love him, too. So he said, “Always.” And that seemed to appease her. Even though he still felt like shit. She sighed, then spread her arms out. “Now what?” “Now you wait,” he gently said, turning back to the computer so he could browse through the yellow pages, jot down a couple of phone numbers, and finally punch some

numbers in. Marly waited, leaning on the desk beside him, twirling a pencil along with a handful of others inside a steel cup. “A Brad Pitt look-alike would be nice,” she said thoughtfully. A quick eyebrow shot up as he stared at her. “And have you break him like a twig? Honey, you need…” Then, eyes widening at a brisk answer on the other end, he spoke into the receiver, “Ah, yes, hello there, Miss. Do any of your professional escorts look like Brad Pitt?” He looked at Marly while he listened to the crisp, business-like female on the other end, then whispered to her, “No. But they’ve got Jackie Chan, would you like him?” Her forehead creased in puzzlement as she apparently tried to remember if she knew him. Marcus’s second eyebrow rose. “Hon. It was a joke.” “Oh.” She grinned and furrowed her nose. “Jerk.” Her smile spread out even more as she settled her nude little rump over his lap and, turning slightly, twined one arm around his neck. “Ask if they’ve got a Gerry Butler.” “A who?” “Just ask!” “Any Gerry Butler by chance?” He listened intently, mouthed the word, “no,” then turned his full attention to the formal-talking lady and slammed a hand onto the desk beside the keypad. “Well, I need the best guy you’ve got. One who can go nonstop for hours and has a big sturdy cock,” he said with a flair. “We want someone who’ll get right down to business and give a good long fuck.” As he went on with address and credit info, Marly squirmed on top of him. Before she decided to pull away, he curled an arm around her waist and held her still so she could feel their previously dormant little friend stabbing into her bottom. In soldier-like position. Ready to charge. Damn, Marcus was grateful. Because he really, really wanted to fuck his wife. Her back went rigid at attention, and he allowed himself the luxury of running his gaze down her elegant spine, his arm firmly around her waist as he slowly sought out her wet spot and pushed inside. She whimpered as he entered. With her tight, damp cunt stretching around him, Marcus choked on a groan. “Thank you,” he said roughly into the receiver before he quickly hung up. “Now come here, you.” He cupped her jaw and kept her face turned so he could kiss her, their lips touching softly, playfully as both his hands started gliding toward her breasts. “You turned me on with all that squirming.” His thumbs traced the underside of each globe, then stroked her nipples, scraping to and fro until they’d hardened like rubies. Her limbs quivered over his, her hips rolling with him inside. “Marcus are you sure…I don’t want to hurt you.” “You won’t. You’re so wet now. It’s like honey.” He slid one hand down her stomach, then lower, to where they were joined. Finding her hot spot, he fondled her, slightly pinching the damp pearl on top with his thumb and forefinger, then rolling it with the pad. “Please, oh, please, Marcus fuck me. Fuck me bad.” She folded her arms behind her, cupping the back of his neck so she could purr the words into his mouth as he slowly, so

slowly, moved inside her. “You’ve been a naughty girl; of course I’ll fuck you bad. I might even need to spank you.” God, her pussy was tight. Slick. Burning. “Don’t tease me; I’m very vulnerable.” He caught her earlobe between his lips and tugged. “I’m not teasing you. I think I’d like to smack this little behind very much.” Her sex rippled around his cock as she breathed out a tremulous, “Yes.” “You’re a bad, wicked little wildcat. You deserve a good spank. You deserve two guys fucking your brains out, maybe even three.” She came, surprising him as she violently shuddered on top of him. Her pussy fluttered around his cock, and it took all his efforts not to come with her. Gritting his teeth as he continued to pump her, Marcus stroked her nub faster, his finger circling, rubbing her hard as her tremors continued then gradually subsided. “You about done yet? ‘Cause I’m not through with you.” “More.” He cleared one side of the desk with a swipe of his arm, stacks of papers and pencils clattering down on the floor. He flattened her over the surface, her breasts crushed against the smooth glass in a way that made him ache to see her from underneath, her nipples pressed against the glass, those perfect globes crammed together. But he had a great view from where he stood, too. This position left the sensual curve of her rump completely exposed to him, her swollen lips gleaming with her juice. “Let me just have a taste of that.” He bent to lick up that cream with his tongue. He let out a pleasured growl at the warm, rich taste of her, then plunged his tongue into her tight, slick sheath and drew out more. Marly cried out. Marcus had gotten so rigid he was sure his cock could easily penetrate granite, and his balls felt heavy with cum. He hurt all over, his thighs and limbs, his back and arms, every miserable scab in his body, but that was nothing compared to the pain wanting her caused. He inserted a finger inside her. Her body arched back, a helpless yelp ripping out of her throat. Her pussy clamped around him, drawing him into the fiery, burning depths of her. His free hand moved between her ass cheeks, his thumb stroking the rosette of her anus. “How about that?” he murmured, his words a hot whisper in the silent, still surroundings of their living room. “Yes.” A hand rose, quickly smacking her cheek. She yelped, her skin tinting to bright pink. “Naughty girl.” “Marcus.” The need in her voice rushed into his blood like the headiest aphrodisiac. Something roared inside his ears, and he suspected it was his heart, close to bursting now. “Shush, you little she-cat.” He smacked her again, the flesh on her butt bouncing, her skin coloring brighter. “Do you or do you not deserve a good spank?” “Yes.” He spanked again. Her cry filled him with desire, stinging his balls. He smoothed his palm over her jiggling mound, rubbing the sting, his voice hoarse. “Does this hurt you?” She shuddered. “Be mean to me. Have no mercy.” He folded his body perfectly over

hers, his chest against her back, his hips aligned with her delectable little ass. “You want it rough, lioness?” He nipped her ear. “Are you giving me rough, tiger?” “Oh, no, honey, I’m the big bad wolf.” “Marcus…” She rubbed the round, plump flesh of her buttocks against his cock. “I want it…up the ass.” “And that’s exactly where you’ll be getting it.” He pulled back slightly, spread her cheeks with his hands, eyeing the little hole he was about to penetrate. The tip of his cock rubbed the start of her pussy, back up to her ass, spreading her own cream all along the dent. “How about I moisten my cock with your cream.” He plunged into her pussy and groaned at the delicious tightness before he pulled out. He bent forward again, the crown of his cock pressed to the rim of muscle in her ass, prodding gently. “Now take me. Take me in your ass, darling. Squeeze every drop of cum in me.” Her hips shoved back to take him as he plunged, his groan and her moan ringing in the room at once. His next thrusts weren’t lazy or meant to please her. They were meant to let her know he was in charge, he was hot, and he was fucking her. By the way she mewled and curved back her spine, he could see she welcomed the brutal way he took her, the way his hands gripped her waist tight so he could stab into her with hot, fierce jabs. She mewled and pleaded, welcoming his teeth as they gnawed at the side of her neck, welcoming the distended length of his cock thrusting into her ass. The sounds she made catapulted his pleasure into a delicious, heady feeling that drove him wild. He pulled out once, shaking with restraint as he rubbed his slick cock between the mounds of her buttocks. “Beg me.” “Please.” “Beg me, Marly.” “Oh, please, Marcus, please, fuck me.” He rammed inside her again, huffing out a breath as her ass latched onto his cock. He wrapped an arm around her hips and dipped his hand to touch her pussy. She was dripping. So damned wet. He fondled her, circling her nub with his middle finger while he kept pounding into her ass. When her orgasm exploded through her in waves, he followed with his own, letting out a violent, animalistic roar. For long minutes afterward, all that was heard in the room was their shallow pants, until Marcus pulled back slightly and helped her to her feet, asking, “Can you walk?” She giggled. “Of course, silly.” “Great, maybe you can carry me.” He made a show of wincing when she playfully slapped his shoulder. Placing an arm around her, he kissed her forehead, saying, “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get clean. We don’t want our visitor thinking this is a farm or anything.” “A zoo you mean!” Their laughter followed them down the hallway.

Only minutes later, under the warm, pounding spritz of the shower, Marcus bit back a groan. “Fuck! That stings.” Marly stared at his cock worriedly, the soap idle in her hand while rivulets of water danced down her body, between her breasts, one dangling precariously at the tip of her chin. “We should put on some ointment, M. That looks really red.” He took the soap from her hands, quickly lathering his chest, and pointedly avoiding the Red Zone. “All it needs is a little rest.” Marly hesitated for a moment, clearly doubting if that was possible, then she nodded in accord. “I’m okay now.” “Of course you’re ok. I just fucked you.” He turned her around and lathered her back. “Well we’re going to need to give it a rest. You can’t miss work again tomorrow…can you?” “Unless you want to get my butt fired, no, M, I can’t miss work tomorrow. I just started, baby.” He turned her around and tilted her face to his. “You’re going to have to wait for me and be on your best behavior.” Marly went still as she let him scrub between her breasts, her legs, bracing her weight with a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll try.” “You have my permission to touch yourself all you want. Hell, you can get it all on tape, I don’t mind watching when I get home.” “I can’t do myself and film at the same time. Besides, haven’t you seen all the news? People steal those and make those public.” He winked. “And then we’re millionaires. Got it.” **** Reinforcement arrived in a car that looked older than Marcus’s granny. Marcus still had a towel wrapped around his waist, and he’d been raiding his fridge when he heard the motor stop. He headed to the sink and got an eyeful of him through the kitchen window. The man stepped around his car and surveyed the house for a moment before starting for the front door. Marcus locked his jaw in sudden annoyance. The guy was big. And muscled. Bigger and more muscled than Marcus. It made him almost regret that he’d asked for such a paragon of masculinity and sexdrive. He’d asked for every girl’s wet dream, hadn’t he? Well hell, what if Marly started having wet dreams about this other guy now? When Marcus opened the door, he stared at the intruder, measuring him up and down, his height, his width, his overall presence. The man’s hair was long, held back into a pony tail like he was a cover model or something. His eyes were brown, an unremarkable brown, Marcus decided—determined to find a fault in him somewhere— and his nose was a bit on the flat side. Yep. The guy was no Brad Pitt. Which was good. Very, very good to realize, for some reason. Come think of it, the guy had the face of a Bull Dog. Women didn’t exactly drool over Bull Dogs, now, did they?

And now he tried to recall whether Marly did—because she seemed to drool over all sorts of pets, especially the sorrier ones with no home and no one to love them. “Good afternoon,” the stranger said in a deep, professional baritone. “I’m Jake.” “Good day, Jake.” Marcus felt his cheeks turn red and the top of his head felt like it was on fire. And then he knew what he wanted to do, and just like that, he slammed the door shut right on his face. This jerk was not putting so much as a finger on Marly! What in the hell had he been thinking? If he didn’t know better, he could’ve sworn he’d blown something up his nose. “Was that our man?” Marly asked as she emerged from the hallway in a fluffy white bathrobe. He glared at her, though not on purpose. “I’m your man. I’m all the man you’ll get. I don’t want him touching you, Marly. Jeez, what the hell was I thinking!” A knock came again. Marcus frowned at the closed door. Marly asked, “Aren’t you going to open?” “I’ll handle this.” Marcus swung the door open. “I think you got the wrong house, mister.” The expression on the guy’s face revealed nothing. Hell, with that sort of face, the man could leave all of Marcus’s Wednesday poker buddies bankrupt. “Mr. Forrester?” he asked. “That’s right.” “I don’t think you understand. I’m the escort you requested,” he explained. “I know, but you see, pal, we’ve changed our minds. Sorry. Better luck next time.” He was close to succeeding in shutting the door when Marly stepped in to stop him, slipping a hand to keep the door from completely shutting. “Marcus, where are your manners?” she demanded. “We made him come all the way here just to tell him that? He’s standing in the sun and we should at least offer lemonade.” She pulled the door back open and waved him in. “Come in, please.” Marcus stomped across the room, plunging his hands into the air in a full-blown rant. “They’ve got my credit card, remember? We don’t need to play good neighbors!” “We charge up front, Mr. Forrester,” the asshole said. “I believe Ginger must’ve told you that. The charge is made before the escort is dispatched—to avoid this sort of circumstance.” And this he finished with an empathic nod. Marcus glared at him for saying that. Saving-minded, building-a-nest-is-a-priority, money-conscious Marly would really have a picnic over that now. When he risked looking at her, he confirmed his suspicion. Marly was shocked. “Marcus, we aren’t giving away our money! He’s staying now.” “The hell he is.” Marly drew in a breath, as though attempting to quell her exasperation. “Marcus, this was your idea.” Marcus wanted to hit someone. He wanted to hit Jake. He met Marly’s questioning gaze. “I’m sorry, but this is more difficult than I thought.” “Look, I’m just here to do a job,” Jake said stiffly. “If you’ll just tell me what you want me to do, I’d be happy to get right down to it.” At the completely emotionless tone, Marly’s mouth formed a perfect “o”, her eyes drifting to Marcus. “Sweetheart, he’s just like the Terminator!”

Marcus opened his mouth, but before anything came out, an amused smile appeared on his lips. “Yeah.” Marly looked awed. “Oh, wow.” “Say bye-bye to Terminator now.” Marcus started for him, but Marly quickly clutched his elbow to halt him. “Come on, M,” she said. “Just think of him as a robot. He’ll do exactly as you tell him, won’t you?” “Yes,” Jake said, almost automatically. Marcus sighed. “You see, Jake, we’ve got a little problem,” he explained, wanting to be fair to the guy, so he wouldn’t take this rejection personal. “My wife is experiencing a flood of strange hormones, and she’s very…well, she’s…” “Horny,” Marly supplied with a smile, linking her arm to his. “Yes. Horny. While I, well I’ve been doing my best but…” “You can’t get it up, I get it,” said Jake. Marcus frowned. Now that just made him sound like a loser. And who in the hell did the bastard think he was, to imply such a thing in his frickin’ own home? Marly pressed to his side, the way she usually did when they met new people, and she absently stroked his forearm where her hand rested against it. It was suddenly, oddly reassuring, to look at the guy together, as two entities versus one. It was certainly less threatening to Marcus. But when Marly’s other hand began to roam, searching for what he was pretty damned certain was his cock, which was now expectedly at nap-time, Marcus clearly remembered the reason of why they needed him. He mentally and quickly counted his options—either get help or die—then said, “You don’t mind if we do a little QandA now, do you?” Jake shrugged his shoulders as if they weighed over a ton. “Ask away.” “Will you stop if I ask you to?” “Of course.” “Not do anything we don’t both agree on, and I mean Marly and I, not she and you, definitely not you and I?” “Sure.” “Use protection at all times?” “As a rule.” Marcus’s coal black eyes narrowed in menace. “Don’t you dare kiss her,” he warned, coiling an arm around her neck to drag her in front of him. He rubbed his thumb across her lips. “See this here? ‘Cause this here’s mine.” His hands moved, covering her breasts over the towel, cramming all he could into his palms. “And see these here?” he asked. “These are mine, too. And do you see…” “Marcus,” Marly said, catching his hands as they moved lower and quickly turning in his arms. “I’m all yours, baby. All. Yours. Just think of him as a big fat dildo.” “He’s not a dildo. He’s a man.” “And ours to command. Everything he does to me will be because you asked him to.” Marcus warred within himself. The idea aroused him, and he knew Marly had

fantasized about it, but his very heart recoiled. Past the top of Marly’s head, he glared at the escort. “I’d like to keep this impersonal, Jake. I don’t care to know where you live, or how many times your momma scolded you as a kid, got that?” Jake looked amused. “Sir, I’m just here to fuck.” “Good.” “Where are you from, Jake?” Marly asked casually, whirling on her heel to face him. “Dallas.” “Oh, how nice,” she said. “You have any pets?” Marcus stared at the top of her head in disbelief, rendered speechless for a moment. “Hell, yeah. I got a Mastiff,” Jake said, and he almost, visibly grew an inch—the bastard looked so proud about the dog. “Six years old already. His name’s Rambo.” “How sweet!” With a very unsuccessful attempt to stifle her giggle, Marly took a step toward him. “You see,” she explained, glancing at Marcus past her shoulder with a challenge in her eye. “I’ve been trying to convince Marcus to get a dog.” “And be damned glad I didn’t,” Marcus snapped. “He would’ve been chasing your ass now that you’re a cat.” She turned back to Jake, dismissing Marcus’s words with a flutter of her hand. “Any pictures of your dog, Jake?” “Honey!” Marcus threw his hands up in the air. “I thought we were keeping it impersonal.” “It’s just a dog, Marcus, it’s not a confession or anything. Besides this is the best way to break the ice.” “He’s a gigolo, he doesn’t need to break the ice. He can start from the word go. Can’t you?” Jake blinked. “Well, can’t you?” Marcus persisted. “Sometimes.” Marcus bristled with annoyance. “Well, are you ready now?” Marcus was very near to doing something violent. He had an erection, he had issues with his ego, and he had a gigolo in his home. “Well?” Marcus prodded when all he got as answer was a slackened-jaw. Everyone knew who dumb and dumber was, well, this here was dumbest! Marly sighed, whirling around to face him with her hands firmly planted on her hips. “Honey, you’re making him nervous.” “Heck, he’s making me nervous.” His wife gifted him with a warm, sultry smile, and just like that, let the bathrobe fall into a puddle at her feet. Marcus froze, and even without looking, some strange instinct told him so had Jake. It was as if even the simple furniture in the room had taken notice of Marly’s nakedness, and now everything had gone completely still—except Marcus’s heartbeat. Her body was Venus-like, lean, curvy, and ripe for pleasure. He watched her hips sway as she came forward, and even before her hand began to unwrap his towel, he felt himself harden. “Ignore him for a minute, M, because I’ve been aching for you for minutes and I can’t stand this anymore. I want you so much I’m shaking, and I feel like my bones are on fire. You’ve made me wait long enough.” “It’s been only half an hour,” he said hoarsely, now everything forgotten. The

jealousy. The other man’s presence. The strange hormone inside his wife. Now only one thing mattered, and that was her. And how much he wanted her now. How much he wanted to remind her she was his. How much he ached to sink inside her, smell her hair, and kiss that delectable mouth of hers. “That’s right, it’s been half an hour,” she quietly, but tremulously, said. “And I need you now.”

Chapter Three Marly’s hands were unsteady as she gently pried the towel open, letting it drop to the floor. Her husband’s body had always been magnificent, and to her, it was rivaled in beauty by no other. Rather than wide and brawny, his muscles were lean and firm, making him both strong and agile. His chest was smooth and tanned, sprinkled with small, dark hairs that felt soft to the touch. His thighs, his chest, his perfect, rock-hard buttocks, she loved him all, every inch of him. And to have seen him so jealous of sharing her, and to know he was willing to do this for her even though it cost him dearly, had only made her love all the more—something she’d previously thought was impossible. Now she could hardly keep her hands to herself. She wanted him, all of him, and it wasn’t just the hormone which demanded it. Her heart was fluttering in her chest, pumping fast, and aching to show her husband just how much he meant to her. More than anything. Anything in the world. Marcus had been there when she’d been a little girl. He’d been there when she grew into a woman. And he was here now. Marly did believe in soul mates. She believed in there being a perfect someone that made you whole…and he was it for her. Yes, she ached to be fucked. Her body quaked, and her blood raged inside her like a sickness, a poison, slow but lethal as it advanced. But now, more than anything, stronger than any hurting bone in her body, she ached to be loved. Her heart moved inside her chest as she gazed at his face, every pore of it stored in her memory, her very heart. His eyes looked darker than the blackest night, those nights devoid of clouds, of moon and stars. “Marly,” he rasped thickly, lids weighted down by desire. His fingers twined into her hair, tilting her face up so he could kiss her. As soon as his lips clamped over hers, she felt assailed by him, his scent, his taste, his power. His kiss was gentle, but in every stroke of his tongue she could taste the hunger. The need in him. So fierce, it was barely held in check. Her knees quivered with her own need to be filled, satisfied, taken. She wrapped her arms around his waist to keep from swaying on her unsteady legs, her head tilting under his so he could get better access. Voracious, his tongue plunged, plundering every nook and cranny in her mouth only to then trail a path of hot, openmouthed kisses up her jaw. “God, I love you.” He dipped his tongue into her ear, a sloppy, wet kiss that sent shivers down her spine. “I love you.” Eagerly, she kissed his lips, his jaw, his chin, sprinkling quick, wet kisses all over his face. “Marcus, I do. I do. I do. I love you, too.” “Do you want to do this, Marly?” he murmured, drawing back to stare at her. Even his voice sounded gruffer than ever before. Yes, oh, yes, she ached to do this. Needed to. Had to. Before she clawed at her own flesh and tried to scratch away the hurting. She nodded weakly, nipples quivering, sex tight with wanting, already pooled with wetness. Her legs almost folded as she slowly turned and faced their voyeuristic guest. His cocoa brown eyes were trained on her, drinking up her image like a man at his first sight of a woman.

Marly felt wanted. Desired. And so very female. She hadn’t noticed Jake had undressed, but now he sat on the couch, his big hands curled around himself, gently working his cock as he watched her come forward. His toned, muscled legs were wide apart, granting her an undisturbed view of his balls, drawn high against the base of his cock, flushed crimson. She could almost swear they quivered inside him, laden with the come he ached to spill. The veins in his cock had filled darkly, the plum-shaped head stretched tight. As she took the final steps toward him, she wondered if the gleaming wet skin was as smooth and warm as it looked, and whether her own hands could glide as easily as his did over his lengthy column. Behind her, she heard Marcus flick a lamp on, and the room that had been gradually darkening by the setting sun was now bathed in warm, mellow light. She could feel the wild hormones gushing through her body, the extra curl to her nails, the slow lengthening of her fangs. “Allow me.” She briefly met Jake’s hazy brown gaze as she knelt before him, then her attention was quickly drawn to his erection. His hands dropped to his sides as the fingers of both hands enveloped him. She stroked him, from root to rim, so slowly it seemed to pain him, for he fell back on the couch and groaned heavily. His cock wavered back and forth at each of her pulls. Behind her, she heard Marcus’s haggard breaths, felt his eyes bore into her back. Her body sung to his nearness, insides going aflutter for him, aflutter with knowing that he watched. It was instinct that drove her, pure animal instinct that made her take that new, big, thoroughly attractive cock into her mouth. And it was hunger that made her suck it deep, swallow the taste of this stranger. A stranger she could meet on the street one day, and know she’d known intimately. Her pussy clenched tightly when he groaned, the vibration reaching the length of his cock, quickening the pulses of blood inside it. “Suck him.” Marcus’s hot, heady voice made a fresh wave of liquid pool between her legs, a wanton shudder fluttering down her back. Marly quickly followed orders. Sucking that broad, rigid, unbelievably long cock as deep into her mouth as she could. “I want you on all fours, wife. I want to play with both your little holes while you suck him.” She didn’t know what had made Marcus sound so domineering, so clearly intent in displaying his power. As if he wanted—needed—their guest to know it was Marcus who was allowing this, Marcus who owned her, Marcus who decided if the gigolo would get fucked by her or not. Whatever it was, Marly was grateful. She loved this new side of him. Her womb felt bursting with heat, anticipation tightening her pussy with harsh, quick contractions. She struggled to her knees, leaving Jake’s cock for only a second before her lips enveloped him again, sliding down the length of him until she could take in no more of his rigid flesh. A low, hungry purr tore out of her, her incisors dangerously close to his cock,

framing it as it slid over her tongue. “That’s right, don’t stop sucking me, pretty,” Jake cooed, curving a hand around her skull and gently cradling her head as she moved it up and down his cock. “You like the way she sucks you?” she heard Marcus ask. He’d bent behind her, now slowly teasing the tight, pink ring of her ass with his thumb. “Fuck, yeah.” “Wait until she fucks you.” Jake groaned as if the thought alone was too much to bear. “I want to come in her mouth,” Jake said hoarsely, pumping his hips now. Marcus plunged his thumb into her ass. “Do you want his cum, Marly?” Marly moaned deliriously, so eager for Jake’s come and so overwhelmed by Marcus’s thumb digging into her ass she felt her own climax so near, even while nothing stroked her sensitive spot but air. “Do you want to eat his cum, Marly?” Marcus insisted, his thumb stabbing her ass with deep, insistent plunges. She could feel him watch what he was doing to her, and she could feel her ass clench and her pussy quiver under his gaze, begging him to penetrate both of them. “So you want cum?” he repeated. “Yes!” she cried before she dipped her head and took that huge cock into her mouth again. She mewled, body rippling like a cat’s, limbs and arms feeling loose and flexible. “Do it,” Marcus commanded. “Come in her mouth. Have her swallow.” Jake groaned. Groaned louder. And then spilled himself. Marly trembled at the first savory taste of him, moaning against his cock as she busily swallowed him whole, the pumping movement of his hips gradually subsiding. “Now come here.” Before she had a mind to comprehend his words, Marcus had lifted her to her feet and turned her around to face him. “We’re going to fuck you, just like you’ve wanted. You’ll have both your openings filled to the brim…and you’ll be screaming to the top of your lungs for more.” Marly noted his clenched jaw, the harshness of his features, the dark, tumultuous emotions in his eyes before she clamped her lips onto his and kissed him. Hard. So he could taste another man in her mouth, and now fill her up with his. When he tore away, he stared at her with a haunted look in his eyes and said, “He may fuck you, baby, but you’re mine.” “Yes.” “Never forget that, Marly. Ever.” His hand shook as it ran down her cheek, and she caught it, pressed the tips of three fingers to her lips. “Never,” she vowed. “Man, I can barely stand just watching,” a third voice joined. Jake had risen to his feet and now pressed behind her, sending a bolt of awareness down her spine. She could feel one cock stab between her buttocks, the other brushing against her belly, both warm and rigid—and just what she needed to subdue her raging hunger. “Does she want a two-way?” Jake asked behind her, his breath on her neck. Marcus’s shoulders stiffened, then he said, his voice rough, “Ask her.” “Yes,” she breathed before Jake could even ask.

Her gaze clashed with her husband’s fiery one. Jaw set tight with tension, Marcus’s hands felt like iron bands on her waist, pressing her closer to him in a gesture filled with possessiveness. “Marcus…” She gasped, swallowed, her throat dry as sandpaper. “Please. Stop…making me…wait.” A tremor shook her, and she leaned against him, her eyes longing to close, her body aching for release. Her legs and arms felt strained like a bow, and the muscles in her sex were pulsing painfully. For a moment, neither man moved. She almost suspected they viewed each other as an opponent, and they were waiting for the other to make the first move. She squirmed between them, a hand coming behind her to clamp on Jake’s tight butt, the other doing the same to Marcus’s. She pulled both men to her, gritting, “Fuck me, dammit.” It was Marcus who moved, rubbing his cock against her pelvis, his jaw squared by the fierce way he clenched it. “I don’t know how I even thought I could watch him fuck you without participating.” She ached. Would die if she didn’t have him. Her air hissed past her lengthened teeth. “Marcus…please…I need it now. I need you. Now.” “Come here.” He cupped her buttocks and gently lifted her. Marly wrapped herself around him, limbs and arms encircling him completely, her breasts flattened against his chest. She was surrounded, flesh to flesh with the smooth, warm flesh of two horny males, and her body felt like it burned in a hellfire. She whimpered when Jake’s calloused hand brushed across her sex, smoothing the cream that dripped down her pussy up to her ass, rubbing it over the tiny entrance. “Got a rubber on, pal?” Marcus’s voice rumbled in his chest, vibrating against her breasts and filling her with even more longing. “Of course.” Before Marly realized what Jake was doing, she felt it, the tip of his cock rubbing the outside of her ass. She tensed with anticipation, her thighs clamping around her husband’s hips, the move pressing her closer to Marcus’s throbbing length while Jake continued to touch the crown of his cock to her entrance. Her head fell back, eyes drifting shut now, and all she could think or say was, “Oh, God.” “Do it. Fuck her. She wants you to.” Marcus’s low, raspy command sank into her brain at the same time Jake penetrated. Her nails sank into her husband’s shoulders, her cry ringing loud in the room as Jake pushed and pushed and pushed until he’d lodged himself deep inside the tight channel. Marly wasn’t even breathing anymore by the time Jake began to fuck her, slowly, thoroughly. Expertly. There was no pain, only pleasure in each slow, precise thrust of his hips. “Christ,” Jake muttered. “You’re so damned tight and so damned hot…Jesus!” Marly trembled as a fresh wave of heat washed over her. “Harder,” was all she said, earning herself a grunt, and an increase in pace that made her whimper from the force. Every atom in her body seemed aware, alert of every little nuance, every breath, every touch, every scent, tensing all the bones and muscles inside

her until she thought she couldn’t bear it. Marcus cupped her face, his eyes glowing on hers. “Marly,” he said huskily, nipping on her lower lip. “Marcus, I want you.” More than ever. Even as the man behind her stabbed into her so brutally she felt she’d be torn apart. She wanted Marcus. Ached for her husband, her body somehow needing his own as if he were a part of her. She knew there would be no pleasure, no glory in her orgasm, if there wasn’t Marcus. Her hips nudged him, coaxing him to move. “Come inside me, please.” “Baby, I can barely stand upright, I want you so much.” His words brimmed with as much emotion as his glittering eyes on her. Marly stared at his handsome face, so strained by his desire, whispering to him, “Take me.” Gritting his teeth, he held her still, his hands like vises as he slowly parted his way through her entry. Her pussy was slick with juices, awaiting his entry. She felt the moist tissue clench around his girth, massaging his cock with a rhythmic tightening, easing and contracting meant to juice every last drop in him. Marly sobbed with pleasure as she felt him slide in, inch by inch. He stretched her, filled her, and when his cock had been buried to the root, he pulled out, causing her to whimper in complaint, only to feel him plunge back in her again, harder this time. Faster. Harder and faster. The stretch of another cock from behind, both of them so close, pumping her together, took her to euphoria. In her life, Marly had never felt so many things, all at the same time. Incoming earthquakes. Tornadoes. Rainbows. And rain showers. Forming a big chaos that overwhelmed until she felt everything, and knew nothing. She clung to Marcus like a lifeline, arms around his neck, her lashes pressed tightly to her cheekbones. She kissed his face, in love, desperation, starvation. His tongue slipped into her mouth for a tiny second, and for a moment she was afraid of nicking him with her teeth. “Look at me,” he demanded, fingers digging into her waist. When she opened her eyes, she felt the way they had dilated, glowing red, and he gritted, “I love you,” in a voice as tight as his features, before his lips crushed hers. His kiss consumed her. She went wild, her body writhing between his and Jake’s, her kiss as starved as the one he gave her. Lips fused, mouths melted, one into the other. Tongues sought, tasted, took and gave. Her insides felt twisted into a million, billion knots that begged to uncoil, to release all at once. This energy, coiling within her center, was just waiting, waiting to explode. Arousal rushed through her like adrenaline, spurring the needy, fast jerks of her body. Jake panted behind her, Marcus before her, their flesh sweaty and warm and sensual as it brushed against her own. Her own body writhed and undulated between theirs, taking them both in. She whimpered whenever they left her, her body silently rocking,

begging for them to come back and fill her more. Fill her with desire, with heat, with more. Marcus’s kiss was earth-shattering. She felt the passion of it all the way down to her toes, and kissed him back in kind, her tongue ruthlessly exploring his mouth the way his did hers. She knew his taste by memory, the one single taste she could never get enough of. Sweet, warm, exhilarating. He groaned into her mouth, his groan joined by another as Jake’s hands moved up her back only to brush her hair aside and let his hungry mouth explore her nape. Her peak came closer. She began to ride both men fiercely, shoving to and fro, bouncing up and down, yelping, purring, hands clawing at Marcus’s rigid arms. Her nails were sharp, tearing out a hissing breath from him as they sank into his skin, but Marly couldn’t stop herself. She clawed at him, rode him, breasts jerking as she pumped down on his cock. Marcus tore his mouth away from hers only to cup her face with shaky hands and brush back the dampened locks of hair from her jaw. “Sweet, sweet, baby,” he hissed against her mouth, his hips pumping hers harshly now. “You’re my baby.” “Yes,” she said, the word only a breath. They heard a growl, a grunt, a sharp indrawn breath close by. Marcus stared past her shoulder. Something wild flickered in the depth of his eyes. “He’s coming,” he whispered, eyes sliding back to hers. “Marcus,” Marly breathed before she heard a roar, felt the earthquake that rocked Jake’s body against hers, Marcus’s rampant thrusts catapulting her into bliss. In less than a heartbeat, Marcus followed with his own roar of release. When she came to, what seemed like eons later, it was to find all sorts of limbs coiled and twisted together. Panting breaths filled the room. And Marly’s face could barely contain her smile. “You alive, honey?” She giggled at Marcus, his dry humor always managing to bring a smile to her face, even under the worst circumstances. Or in this case, the weirdest. “You there, Jake?” he then asked, and Marly had to suppress another giggle when Jake’s answer came in the form of a snort. “You’re crushing my wife, pal.” “Oh.” She felt the air finally enter her lungs when a great deal of weight left her back. “Sorry.” “That’s okay,” Marly said, straightening. She made a point not to look at anybody when she did so. Maybe in fifteen minutes she wouldn’t give a damn if anyone thought her a whore, a slut, or a horny cat-girl. All she’d probably want in fifteen minutes would be a good fuck! But now, she was very much in her senses, and this right here qualified as an awkward circumstance with a capital A. Marly busied herself fetching her bathrobe from the floor. It took her a very long time to get into it. An even longer one to tie a perfect knot around the sash. When she righted herself, and managed to gather a little courage, it was to find the men—still naked—and plopped down on the couch talking…baseball? “…Rangers…last season…game…” Yep.

Marcus was talking baseball with the gigolo. And here he wanted to keep it impersonal! By the rate they were going, pretty soon they’d be chums, he’d invite him over for dinner, and then Marly was really going to find herself in something A-W-K-W-A-R-D. “Umm.” She cleared her throat, mortified when both pairs of eyes immediately landed on her. She focused on Marcus, pointed a thumb toward their bedroom. “I’ll be in our room.” “That’s fine, hon. We’ll be there in ten.” We’ll be there in ten? We’ll be there in ten? She was out of breath when she reached her room, slammed the door shut and leaned back against it. Lock the door. Yes, she’d lock the door. And then she’d try to get some sleep. For a full five minutes, she fumed and paced the bedroom. For five more, she tossed and turned on the bed. And her eyes kept landing on the doorknob. She would pretend to be asleep until the gigolo went away. Yes. She’d do that. She was an intelligent woman. She’d still be manager of a fashion retail store with three locations across the state of Texas if she hadn’t been so baby-minded recently. Yes, she was smart. And she could do this. Only a couple of minutes later, not even three, and she was sweating over the bed, and had to yank off her bathrobe. Jeez, what was it with her body? Blood boiled in her insides, her heart rammed inside her ribcage, and she was already breathless and eager for…her husband. And the gigolo. She gasped when she heard a knock, Marcus’s concerned voice following. “Hon. You there? The door’s locked.” Damn. Marly froze on the bed, her brain foggy with desire now, intent in replaying the scene of only just minutes ago. Two horny males, two rigid, pulsing cocks…and they’d both been inside her. And they’d felt great! All rational thoughts aside, her moves ruled mainly by the demands of her wanton body, she crossed the room and swung the door open. Then pretended to be serene. “Hey.” Marcus grinned. “Hey.” He strolled inside like he was in the park or something. “Come on in, Jake.” Marly’s knees felt wobbly as she walked back to the bed. For an instant, she stared at her wedding picture, fluted champagne glasses clinking before a grinning Marcus and a dopey-faced herself. They’d been married for a year. And already a third-party was in her bedroom. Naked. And she was sweating from the heat, her teeth again stretching painfully inside her mouth, causing her jaw to feel achy. She licked her lips, a fierce hunger opening up inside her like a bottomless pit. “This here’s our bedroom,” Marcus was saying conversationally. Jake eyed the simple woodwork and the bold navy blue and cream palette with a nod, his eyes coming to rest on Marly.

“Nice bed,” he said politely. But he wasn’t looking at the bed. His brown eyes were glued to her breasts, and she noticed the firm tendons in his neck ripple as he swallowed. A nervous swallow of her own soon followed. “And this beauty here…” Marcus sat down on the bed beside her, a hand curling around her nape. “This is my wife, in case you don’t recall.” Jake smiled at her, not a tender smile, more like a…seductive smile. A smile full of intent. And though Marly told herself she wouldn’t look down, her eyes did of their own free will, only to find a huge, straight, long cock staring back at her. She tore her gaze away. “Marcus…really.” Heat crept up her neck and cheeks. “No need to be embarrassed, honey. He sees naked women all the time, don’t you, Jake?” “Yeah.” “See?” His hand glided down to her breast, idly playing with her nipple. “He’s just here to help. He’s a nice guy. He’s a fan of the Rangers, too.” In Marcus’s book, yes, that definitely made him a nice guy. No matter how many atrocities he might have committed. All fans of Rangers were buddies of Marcus. “You ready yet, Marly?” Marcus whispered against her ear, his breath warming her down to her calves. “We’re both more than ready to please you again.” She closed her eyes as those words echoed inside her body, and when she opened them again, her sight had blurred. Her breath had hitched. And her sex had swamped with moistness. A part of her wanted the stranger to leave, and another part demanded that he stay, and make this horrible, wretched, wanton feeling go away. “Yes.” “Good girl,” Marcus purred, cocking his head at Jake so he’d come forward. Marly melted into the bed when Jake sat on her other side and the men took each of her arms and began to slowly, languidly kiss her wrists, only to move their way upward. Marcus’s stubble scraped and tickled her flesh, and rather than use his lips, Jake was using his tongue. She gasped when they reached her shoulder, Marcus moving his mouth to her breast. Jake followed. Marly had never known such bliss as the experience of two scorching pairs of lips sucking on her breasts. Every time each of them suctioned she felt her sex tighten in anticipation. She could smell Marcus, his scent as familiar as her own, and she could smell the scent of a different male in the room, the faint trace of tobacco in him, of sweat, and she found the combination very pleasing to her nostrils. “May I eat you?” Jake whispered to her, and Marly had to bite her lip to keep from screaming a loud, fervent yes. Instead she parted her legs in invitation, and opened her eyes to stare up at Marcus’s curious gaze on her. “Hot, sultry sex-kitten,” he murmured, his eyes roaming her face with painstaking slowness. His words were tender, husky in tone, and as Marly felt a pair of lips rub against her pussy, she felt her body heat up even more. Jake’s tongue probed her, tentatively at first, and Marly bucked only to feel Marcus’s hands clamp her wrists and pin her hands above her head. “You wanted this, now enjoy it.” The whiskers on his chin scraped between her breasts as he lowered his mouth to suck on her nipples. Jake’s tentative strokes became brazen, and now his hands spread her legs wider apart and his tongue began to spear inside her with purpose. Marly cried out in tune to his

thrusts, her hips moving by instinct up to meet his expert mouth. When Marcus came up to kiss her, she shuddered beneath his lips, granting him instant access to her mouth. His kiss spoke to her, of hunger, need, love and lust. And she tried, she tried to speak back to him, to tell him in her kiss how desperate she was, how much she both loathed and loved the strange, rioting hormones inside her, and how much she loved him—Marcus. Always. “I could explode right now, just looking at you like this.” His words were whispered against her lips, and Marly worked her hands free from his grip and clutched his jaw. “I want to suck you.” “Oh, baby, I want you to,” he said raggedly. “Give me your cock, Marcus.” “Are you surprised it’s up, baby? I feel so ready now.” He maneuvered so that his hips rested beside her head, and when she crooked her neck sideways, she found what she craved. And took him in fully. Marcus groaned, his hips moving in accord to her lips along his width. If Marly thought she couldn’t feel an ounce hotter, an inch more desperate, a tinge more pained by the sheer intensity of her lust; it just went to show she knew nothing. For she felt Jake’s tongue leave her completely, and heard a foil wrapping tear only a second before Jake knelt before her, gripped her knees to keep her legs to each side of him, and pushed his cock inside her. She sobbed, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth, and felt her body turn pliant as Jake began to fuck her. Drops of pre-cum dribbled down Marcus’s cock, and she swiped her tongue greedily across the tip, the move bringing forth more. She knew Marcus was watching. Knew it in the pounding pulses in his cock. In the way his nails dug into her scalp, pushing her head to move faster on his cock. She could feel his eyes, his arousal, the heat in his body seeping into hers. His cock was so swollen, she felt it was even larger, and she could feel every ridge and ripple of it as it moved in her mouth, between her lengthened teeth. She sunk her nails into her palms, whimpering from the pain it caused, a pain so sharp it felt like pleasure. “Your wife likes me fucking her.” “Fuck her harder.” Marly lost all coherent thought then. All she wanted was more cock, more man, in her mouth, her pussy, her whole being. She took Marcus’s cock all the way down until she could feel it up to her throat, and spread her legs even wider, wondering if Jake was looking at her breasts, or her glowing pussy as he sank inside her. Jake’s breath tore from his chest, harsh and fast. “Damn it, I want to come.” “She comes first,” Marcus hissed. Marly was there. She was there. So close. All it took was sucking more. Taking in more. All it took was more plunges, faster, deeper. One. Then another. And another. And she burst. Exploded. Felt her body shatter into a million pieces. A hoarse groan echoed in the room as Jake came, and then came Marcus. His taste filled her, a succulent liquid swimming past her throat, warming her belly. Marly drank him up whole, his taste unrivaled by anyone’s, her love for him untarnished, even after this wild, kinky day.

Marcus was the first to move, stretching out beside her and pulling her into his arms, his face buried in the crook of her neck just like hers was. “You okay?” “Hmm. I’m more than okay.” “I was so damned hot I lost my mind.” She smiled against his shoulder. “I thought you lost it the day you met me?” His eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe he’d forgotten that. “See? I can’t even think right!” She was so sated, so content and happy, she could’ve dozed off in his arms if it weren’t for the noises by the doorway. Marcus lifted his face, then straightened beside her, causing her to sit up, too. Jake stood by the door, fully dressed. Marly hadn’t even noticed him leave the room, but now he was clearly ready to…go? He was looking at them strangely, a forlorn expression on his face. A long silence ensued, then he softly said, “I lost my wife two years ago. We were married for five years.” Marly’s heart suddenly felt squished. That was just so sad! Marcus rose, nodding in acknowledgement and whispering an honest, “I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry, too,” Marly quickly said from the bed. Jake’s smile was so weak it saddened Marly even more. Poor Jake! Filling his days and nights with sex, to make up for a void that was clearly still very present. “I just wish…you know. That we hadn’t left so many things unsaid.” Marcus nodded as he came up to him. “I understand.” Jake smiled then, as if all was forgotten. “Thank you for a good time. Here’s my card in case you ever need me again.” Marcus stared down at it as he took it. “Maybe we will, Jake.” And then Marcus did what he did with his poker buddies, wrapping an arm around him and slapping his back. “Thanks for the help, man, I appreciate it.” Jake nodded curtly. “Goodnight, Marly.” Marly slipped into the covers and clutched the sheet to her chin in belated propriety, then dropped it when she realized how foolish she must look. She grinned, mostly to herself, and said, “Goodnight, Jake.” When Marcus returned to the bedroom, he wore a solemn expression on his face, and went straight to point a finger at her. “Next time, it’s you and Miss April, sucking on me.” Swallowing back a giggle, Marly flung a pillow at his face, just to let him know he should keep on dreaming about that one. “Should we try to get some sleep, M?” he asked. She nodded solemnly. “I promise to wake you up if I need anything.” “Be sure to do that, honey. I wouldn’t want you to keep me out of the fun.” He lifted the covers and slipped in beside her. Marly smashed her body against his, for it was the only way she’d ever find some sleep. She sighed until every inch of her was glued to an inch of his. He chuckled heartily, planting a kiss on the top of her head. “Something tells me it’s going to be a long night.” Feeling something stab into the center of her hips, she frowned thoughtfully. “I’d say more like a hard one.” “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I feel sweaty and feverish, even a little

trembly. You’ve no idea what it did to me, Marly…watching you.” “Jake was nice,” she said truthfully, though now she was grateful that he’d left. All that awkwardness, every fifteen minutes, was just too much. “Yeah. He’s a good guy.” “I know, I know. He likes the Rangers.” “Hell, yeah, that’s my man.” He squeezed her, kissed her noisily on the mouth. “And that’s my girl.” “That I am, Marcus,” she said in a gentle whisper. “That I am.” **** He couldn’t work. All day. He couldn’t freaking work. Auto-parts just didn’t seem all that attractive compared to the images inside his head. During coffee, Marcus remembered last evening. During his drive to work, he remembered last evening. And during retail sales monthly conference session, he remembered last evening so vividly he nearly came under the table. Hot damn, last evening had been hot! Yes, he’d been jealous, and hell, he still was, his stomach churning at the very thought of doing it again. But his dick…ah, yes, his dick was of a different opinion. He’d had a boner all day. And since he couldn’t very well walk with a paper across his lap, he’d had to brunt it out like a man. Proudly. Whenever one of his coworker’s eyes strayed downward, he mentally counted up to ten and immediately all was better. Until he thought of Marly again, and what he’d previously thought couldn’t get longer, firmer, couldn’t get more painful, actually did. Suddenly his libido had gone fullpower. He’d never felt so horny in his life. He felt…feral. Like he had to fuck her now. When he arrived home later that evening, he had a hard-on the size of Louisiana and felt as wound up as a firecracker about to burst. Marly had rushed to the living room when she heard him pull into the garage, and when he burst into their home, he spotted her. She was in one of her flimsiest silk nightgowns, looking red and flustered and breathing so fast he feared she’d collapse. Instead, she jumped on him. He smashed his lips to hers, felt her desperation almost surpassing his own. His hands shook, pulling the straps of her gown down her arms so her breasts could spill out for him to see. “I missed you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Just thinking you were here…lonely and horny…” She kissed him quiet, fingers slipping into the dark, silky hair at his nape. He shuddered as her tongue dove into his mouth, as hungry as his, as wet and hot and eager. His hands were frantic as they grappled with his jeans, shoving them down to his ankles. He gripped her bare ass, the fabric of her gown gathered at her waist, and quickly lifted her, not breaking the kiss, not willing to wait another second before taking her. He could smell her like never before. The sweet, heady scent that pooled between her legs. It rushed through his bloodstream with the force of a tsunami. The primal urge to take her overcoming him. He bit her lip as he thrust his hips and plunged. She sobbed into his mouth, nails raking through his back so sharply his shirt tore. “Marcus.”

“Marly.” He went still inside her, his kiss slowing to a thorough exploration. “I hope you behaved yourself,” he said against her mouth, licking the seams of her lips before dipping his tongue into her warmth again. “Yes.” He turned, bracing her back against the door. “I’ve wanted to fuck you all day.” Steadily increasing his plunges, he drove into her faster, pushing her closer to her peak. His hands gripped her ass, and her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts. “Such pretty pink titties,” he cooed. Bending forward, his lips locked around a quivering nipple, his tongue swiping across the rigid pink tip. Her needy cry spurred him on, and he released that succulent pink crest only to suck the other into his mouth. “I love sucking on these.” He cupped the other with his hand, cramming it into his palm until he brought forth a yelp from her. “Hmm.” His tongue swirled up the curve of her breast, up her throat, to her jaw, his lips parted wide over her skin. “I like licking you.” He licked her chin, dragging his tongue to her lips. “I like fucking you.” He licked her lips, his tongue strong and purposeful as it flicked out, then withdrew. Her own tongue slipped out, following his until he sucked it into his mouth. She moaned with pleasure. She was shoving her hips earnestly against his, nails digging into his biceps, her whimpers coming frequently now. As he shafted her with fast, rampant thrusts of his hips, he kept sucking on her tongue, swirling his own around hers, their hot, haggard breaths mingling. Spasms rocked her in an instant, her eyes turning blind the instant he felt his own orgasm take him, shake him, rattle him down to the soles of his feet. He filled her with a spurt of warm, creamy cum, still humping her as they both shook with tremors. Minutes later, once back from La-la land, Marcus set her down on her feet, an arm around her. On his way to the couch, he halted. “What the hell happened here, a war?” His living room was…he couldn’t even describe the mess! He could’ve sworn a whole bull stampede had been let loose in here. “Nothing happened,” Marly quickly said, then she blushed beet-red. “Fine. I was restless.” “Well good. Now we really need to replace the lamp you hated.” She swung sideways to look at him, pouting like a little girl. “What about the glass top for the table?” “Well that broken one is sure no use to us now, is it?” She nodded, biting back a smile. He was torn between laughing and playing daddy, and had to make an effort not to smile. He pointed an accusing finger at her. “Bad, bad kitty.” Full of mischief, she quickly parted her lips and caught his finger between her teeth. He groaned when she suctioned, sucking it in. She ran her tongue along the pad, and Marcus felt his blood rush down to his crotch. Holy cow, he was up again. “Okay, you’re forgiven.” Damn, it felt good to be a man again. ****

Marcus fucked her on the living room floor in the only space which hadn’t been littered by her restlessness. He fucked her in the kitchen after they had a quick, easy dinner. And then he plopped her down to her stomach over their bed, and fucked her ass like a horny, sex-starved beast. Marly screeched so loud for a moment, he feared the windows would shatter. When he harshly, and very lustily, bit her shoulder, she came from the pleasure she received in that bite, and Marcus felt a string of semen shoot up inside her so strongly he felt completely depleted afterward. It was as they lay on the bed, rendered motionless and speechless, that he realized now he was the one who seemed unstoppable. Although last night with a third party had been mind-blowing, he couldn’t help but feel damned glad he didn’t need any sort of assistance to pleasure his wife now. The weak, pleased smile on her lips filled him with pride and satisfaction. “Baby, what did you take?” she asked as she rolled to her side to face him, clearly in awe of his skills. “All little boys should eat their spinach.” He gave her a solemn stare, as if he meant every word when, truth was, he personally couldn’t stomach spinach, then he valiantly kept himself from gloating over his performance and smacked her rump. “Now get up, hon. We’re going to pay your mom a visit.” “What? Now?” “Yes, now.” “Why?” “Because I want answers, and I want them now.” “But my mom doesn’t have an answer for anything!” Marly wailed as she rose. “We’re going, M. Now get that cute little ass into a cute little dress or else.” “Or else, what?” “Just dress, baby!” Marcus thundered, grabbing his shirt. Come hell or high water, or any sort of distraction like Marly in her jeans, Marcus would be paying old Mrs. Hennings a visit. **** Fifteen minutes later and half way to Mrs. Henning’s house, it took all Marcus’s effort not to pull aside on the highway and find some nice, tall grass to hide in and fuck her. He almost had the urge to unzip his pants and pull out his dick and ask her—no, beg her—to suck him. “I can’t wait to get home,” Marly confessed as if she’d read his mind, blushing prettily. He stared at her seriously. “Baby, you have no idea.” The last thing he wanted right now was to see his wacky mother-in-law. But Marcus needed some answers. Marly’s constant state of arousal was alarming, to say the least, and there was one big question in the back of his mind since this whole circus started. Why? It was on his mind as they walked up, hand in hand, to her mom’s porch and rang the doorbell. Mrs. Hennings had always been a strange woman. Strangely solitary, if you asked him. Marly had always said her mom would rather talk to animals than to people. Marcus

clearly remembered every time he’d been by Marly’s place as kids, he’d catch the woman doing something so uncommon, he hadn’t the foggiest notion of what, exactly, it was she was doing. After constantly being dismissed with a curt, “Not now, honey,” Marly had stopped asking her mother about her doings, and in turn, Marly had asked Marcus to stop questioning her about it, too. Mrs. Hennings had no answers, but rather, questions about everything. Including her own existence in this planet. If there ever was an alien living here on earth, it was Marly’s mom. Marcus would step into their home never knowing what to expect, although usually, all he got was a question. “Why do you think the existence of the Pegasus hasn’t been proven yet, Marcus?” His answer was always the same. “I don’t know, Mrs. Hennings.” “I don’t either. But I’d like to. Hmm.” She’d tap the side of her lips as she drifted off to some unnamable place. “Yes, I think I would like to know. But a dove and a horse just won’t do so I need to come up with something else. Yes, yes, in fact I do…” As sudden as she came, she’d disappear, sometimes mumbling to herself, and always acting more than a little spooky. Now, the sun burned onto their backs while they waited, until finally the door swung open to reveal a middle-aged woman with Einstein hair and a puzzled expression—the one the woman always wore. Her cloudy eyes cleared only slightly at the sight of Marly. “Marly!” “Hey, Mom.” She hugged her daughter quickly, then turned to Marcus and pinched her lips closed with her thumb and forefinger. “Now, shh. They’re mating.” “Who is, Mama?” “A Lynx and a Leopard cat.” She ushered them inside, Marcus and his glower, Marly and her casual smile. “I was just getting ready to send you all these boxes,” Mrs. Hennings pointed out, signaling to a copious amount of boxes stacked across the floor. “My stuff!” Marly hunched down and began to rummage through the top one. “Marcus remember this?” She took out an empty packet of M and Ms. Marcus stared, somehow sensing it was a trick question. “Umm. No?” “This is the MandM’s we shared when we went to our first movie! How can you not remember? What about this?” She held out a paper with a scribble. “Can we save Memory Lane for later, honey?” “Oh, pooh.” Marcus had no idea where Marly intended to store all that, but he figured he could worry about it later. “Mrs. Hennings, we’d like to talk to you for a minute.” “Bah. Talk, talk, talk.” “It’s important,” he said, fighting the urge to clench his teeth. “We’ll talk in the kitchen; I don’t want to disturb the animals,” she said as she guided them around the boxes and swung the door to the kitchen open. “I’m onto something here. It’s really very exciting. I think this time it’ll be a success…” she was saying. Marcus ignored the sheer clutteredness of the kitchen and turned directly to his mother-in-law. “Mrs. Hennings, do you notice anything unusual?”

“Besides your visit?” “Always so funny, Mrs. Hennings. I mean about Marly. Do you see anything unusual in her appearance?” “No.” “She’s got fangs.” Her response to his news was a casual, “Ah.” “Her nails have gotten sharp.” And all he got from the woman was an emotionless, “Oh.” “Mrs. Hennings, Marly’s in heat,” he said, direly stressing the last two words. The older woman stared at him as if he’d grown a second head. “Well, of course she is, Marcus. It’s time she had a baby or two. What are you, sweetie, twenty-four?” “I’m turning twenty-five this year, Mama.” “Oh, dear, time does fly, doesn’t it?” “Ma,” Marcus strained out. “I’m afraid you don’t understand. Humans aren’t supposed to go in heat, only animals do.” She stared at him, her gaze eerily sharp now. “That’s because Marly’s one of a kind.” “I know she’s one of a kind, that’s why I married her. What I want to know is why Marly has the hormones of a lioness inside her own freaking body!” “Marcus!” Marly gasped. She was always shocked to hear raised voices. Marcus knew it was because she’d grown up in such a hush-hush household, with only the cereal box to talk to in the morning—because her mama sure didn’t say much. “It’s all right, honey, I’m just talking to your ma here,” he said. “Well, I should say so.” Mrs. Hennings ran her palms down the front of her wrinkled shirt and squared her shoulders. “That Marly should be in heat only proves one thing, that she’s her father’s girl—not that I ever had any doubts, mind you.” “I thought my father died.” “He did, honey. In Africa.” She lowered her face and mumbled what Marcus thought was a quick prayer to Lord-knows-who that woman prayed to! “Some man shot him to death, and I could do nothing to save him. Unfortunately.” “Why would he have gotten himself shot, Ms. Hennings?” Marcus asked, both eyebrows already up in a dare. “Why, because he was a shifter. A glorious man one day, turned raging lion by night.” She smiled wistfully, that smile she got only when she was doing something creepy. “I’ve never met anyone of the like.” Of course she hadn’t met anyone of the like; this was absolutely fucking nuts! “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Marly screeched beside him. “You’re saying I’m the daughter of a…lion?” “Oh, no, no, no, no! Of course not. You’re the daughter of a shifter, that’s an entirely different thing. Your dad was both. He was man and beast. Animal and human.” “So should I expect one morning to wake up with a lion in my bed?” Marcus asked. “Well I don’t know. She never fully shifted before, so I see no reason why she should do so now. Maybe she took that after me.” She grinned, a row of less than perfect teeth on display for his perusal. “But most shifters turn into beasts at will, so I’m sure as long as she doesn’t want to, she won’t. It all depends on how she became a shifter, and whether it’s in her genes, or acquired by some other means.”

“Oh. My. God!” It was Marly who said that, and she was shaking her head too fast in Marcus’s opinion. She’d gone so pale that Marcus felt himself pale just the same. He took a step toward her, something tightening in his gut. “Marly?” **** If it hadn’t been for Marcus, who lifted her into his arms and carried her out to their car, turning the air conditioner on so that it could blast into her face, Marly was sure she would have fainted. She was sweaty, she was horny, and she was stunned. For a long time after their little “chat” with her mother, all she did was sit there in the car, as motionless as the steering wheel, and stare off into space. She was grateful Marcus seemed to understand her need for silence, and only sat beside her quietly, a steady hand settled on her knee as a sign of his support. “I can’t believe all this time I’ve lived such a lie,” she finally said. She imagined him saying something like, “It took you a whole half hour to say that?” But he didn’t. Marcus knew when to be funny, and he knew when not to be. Now, funny or amusing was not an option. Marly felt devastated. “It’s not a lie, Marly,” he said gently. “This is who you are. You’ve never been anything but authentic.” “I’m a genuine freak, that’s what I am!” She hated that her voice broke, but she had as much control over it as over her newly revealed hormones—the ones so inherent to a shifter’s spawn. “Baby.” Marcus cupped her cheek and turned her to face him so he could stare into her eyes. “Do you really believe that?” Marly could barely find the courage to look him in the eye. She was afraid of what she’d see there, or that she’d see her fears come to life in them. She stared at the collar of his shirt instead and drew in a valiant breath. “I’m afraid what you’ll think of me.” “Don’t be.” He curled a hand around her shoulder, the other lifting to clasp her chin and force her gaze to his. “Look at me.” It took her a moment to do so, and even now, after all these years as boyfriendgirlfriend, and one as man-and-wife, her stomach filled with flutters at the sight of those deep black eyes boring into hers. “I admit, Marly, that I was a little scared about this at first. But, now I’m not. This is a really amazing gift you’ve got, and it just makes me so damned proud of you, baby. I’m…look, here.” He took her hand and pressed it to the large bulge between his legs. “I’ve had this all day for you. Can’t you see how much I want you?” “Yes.” “Don’t you know how much I love you?” Yes, oh, yes she knew. He’d shown her a thousand times, in a thousand different ways, how much he loved her. Not just in the way he looked at her, or in the way he said her name, but the way he’d take his shirt off for her, the way he’d pour the last drop of milk in the fridge for her, and the way he’d slowly and surely, through all these years, made every one her dreams come true. He’d shown her his love by being there, through every tear and smile and whatnot, by being so passionate…so utterly devoted. Yes, there were heroes in real life. And he was completely, irrefutably, a hundred percent hers. But all those ways he’d shown her how much he cared…that was before the crazy

hormones, before this unexpected, shattering piece of news. “Yes, I do know, M, but will you love me still…after all this?” “What the hell do you think my love’s made up of, Marly?” She was almost going to apologize; he sounded so outraged, and in turn made her feel silly. But before she could utter a word, he cradled her face in his warm, gentle hands and fiercely whispered, “I’ve loved you my whole life, and I swear every day I love you a little more than the last. I’m not stopping—ever. And you know what?” A smile tilted the corners of his lips, spreading wide and reaching all the way up his eyes. “I think it’s pretty cool. Daughter of a wacky scientist—we already knew that—and daughter of a lion-shifter. That’s the stuff of Hollywood, let me tell ya.” She elbowed his ribs, and he made a big show of wincing, then he righted up on the seat and smiled. “Better than son of a divorced socialite with the greatest pearl collection in the city,” he said with a hint of solemnity, a hand curling around the steering wheel. She instantly regretted every single one of those fights about his mother’s habit of calling them early every Sunday, not to mention the woman’s habit of name-dropping some uppity politician’s name every few syllables. God, Marly hated that. But she loved her mom-in-law, because she’d given her Marcus…how could Marly not love her? She’d forgive the woman anything! “Your mom’s not that bad, M.” “Yours isn’t either, so forgive me when I make fun of her.” Yes. Maybe moms weren’t perfect…but Marly would sure like to be one. “Do you think that’s what our kids will say about us, what weird parents we are?” “I’d bet on it.” “Marcus!” She smacked his arm, sure that it hurt her hand more than it actually did him, what with all that muscle there. “Honey, there’s no telling with kids these days. How should I know how they’ll think? And if they think we’re weird, then let’s just hope they’ll love us anyway.” She nodded, splaying her hands over her stomach, so flat now. She’d never thought she’d long to see it swollen like a watermelon. But she did, and she knew he did, too. Already they ogled newspaper ads about baby cribs, and stopped in the sidewalk whenever a stroller with a chubby little infant passed by them. “I want a baby so much.” His gaze pierced right through her, dark and never-ending and so intense she felt it down to her stomach. “Let’s make one.” They’d been trying for the past two months, but somehow, the determined gleam in his eye reached into her, and with it, hope blossomed inside her. That look told her, quite plainly, that this time, this time they’d succeed. In making their baby. And next year the stork would be heading for the Forrester’s.

Chapter Four When they finally got home, Marcus was desperate to fuck her. He could smell her. The clean, soapy scent of her skin, the sweet smell of her shampoo, and underneath it all, the scent of woman. Of aroused, sexually-stimulated woman. He could’ve sworn he’d never, in his life, been so horny. His cock felt weighted down, so heavy, so full, so damned hard it could’ve torn out of his pants. But it seemed as though every little thing was conspiring against him, keeping him from making love to his wife. He’d barely crossed the threshold, hung the keys beside the door, and turned to look at her like one would look at dinner when the phone rang. He snatched it up with a displeased grunt. “Mr. Forrester?” He groaned at the voice, quickly becoming all-too familiar. “What now?” “Can you talk?” “Barely.” His cock pushed against his fly. It felt like a bomb waiting to explode, and his jaw hurt, his teeth overly sensitive. “The reason for our call, Mr. Forrester, um, er, Marcus, is that we have reason to believe your wife’s state is contagious,” Dr. Vilder went on to say. “Hmm?” Marly was undressing in the bedroom, and Marcus could see parts of newly revealed flesh through the open door. His cock grew an inch more. “We’ve got a slight problem. There’s reason to believe your wife’s state might be easily transmitted through the bite. It could be the saliva entering the blood stream, though we’d need to make some tests to be sure. Tell us. How do you feel, Mr. Forrester?” “Ready to fuck my wife, that’s how I feel.” An awkward silence ensued. Then a tentative, “How about you two come into the office this afternoon?” He watched her as she pulled the door fully open and stood naked, a shoulder braced on the doorframe, and a primal instinct told him to lunge at her. “Maybe next year, doc.” Marcus hung up and started for her, wanting to pounce, tackle, fuck. All in that order. “Looks like I’m just as screwed up as you are, honey,” he told her. Marly shook her head, then brushed back a strand of blonde hair that had fallen on her forehead. “Marcus, I don’t know what you mean.” “That was Dr. Vilder.” He signaled to the phone. “He thinks your state of sheer and utter horniness may be transmitted through blood and saliva. And now I got it bad.” Her eyes widened. “Does this mean poor Jake might get it, too?” Fuck Jake, didn’t she hear a word he said? He was aching, literally aching, to sink himself inside her. “If he does, it might actually help his job, you know,” Marcus said grudgingly. “Ladies will be blown away, I’m sure.” Marly covered her mouth, but he could still clearly hear her emotional, “Oh my God, poor guy!” He smiled at that, closing the space between them and catching her shoulders in his hands so he could draw her to him. “Let’s forget about Jake and make some cubs, hmm?” He was so damned ready to that even the air around him seemed to spark with

undercurrents of electricity. Her whole face softened at his words, her eyes misting. “Oh, yes. I’d like that very much.” “Come here.” His voice had turned husky, his whole body vibrating with tension. Her thigh slipped in between his, and he belatedly realized he was still wearing his jeans, his rigid shaft pressing against her hipbone. “Damn,” he muttered. She smiled up at him while her hands flicked open the button, one of them quickly dipping into his jeans and under his underwear, until it settled on his length. He weakened. His head fell back, and he groaned when she carved in a little deeper, her fingers brushing his balls. Marcus felt his prick pulse in her hand, felt the thickening weight of his nuts, the tensing power in his legs. He felt his teeth ache with a sudden urge to bite her, and the corner of one eye twitch unsteadily as her fingers curled around him and began to stroke upward. A hollow breath tore out of him. “Fuck, that feels good.” He felt his features distort with the harshness of his need, and he knew how closely she watched him under the fan of her lashes. “I am so jerking you off, Marcus,” she said silkily. “Oh, yeah?” he hissed through his teeth, clamping a hand between her legs and squeezing her pussy. She inhaled a sharp breath, sobbing out a barely understandable, “Yeah.” “I am so making you come in my hand.” He played with her pussy first, not entering her, only swiping his thumb across her moistened entrance, then up to her clit, rolling it under his finger. “Whoever comes first loses,” she shakily said, her hand working his cock with purpose now. His own fingers quickened, his thumb merciless on her clit, scraping, brushing, pressing. “What’s exactly at stake here?” Her words shook, her eyes drifting closed as she spoke. “Honor. Pride. Ego.” He smiled with gentlemanly charm and stepped back, making way for her to get her pretty ass past the open door and onto the bed. “Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?” “Yes. Let’s.” “Ladies first.” “Oooh, then I guess that leaves me out,” she said, rooting herself to the spot beside him. “Good joke, hon.” He slapped her rump. “Get your butt on the bed. I said we’d make babies, and we’re making babies.” “You’re going to need to take those off,” she said with a nod toward his jeans. “I will as soon as you get on that bed.” In a second, Marly had plopped down on the bed, watching eagerly as he jerked off his shirt and shoved his jeans down to his ankles. He kicked them off, then braced his legs apart and met her hot, smoldering green gaze across the bed. “I feel so starved for you,” she whispered. Marcus felt his cock throb under her gaze. “Eat me,” he said, desire turning his voice to a low rasp. She scooted over to the edge of the bed, sitting with her legs parted wide so he could

nudge his hips between her thighs and dip his cock into her open mouth. “Hmm.” That downy, sultry sound teased his cock as much as the quick swirls of her greedy little tongue. “Ahh, Marly.” His hands fisted on her hair as she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. Marcus began to pump. “You sucked Jake’s just like this, didn’t you?” A low purring sound was his answer, and as she moved her head along his cock, he felt the tips of her incisors, scraping against the sides of his cock. He tugged her head back so she’d let go of him; it was all he could do to keep from coming. “Now it’s my turn,” he said, his voice a little rough. She was still seated when he dropped to his knees before her and spread her legs wide, his eyes feasting on the swollen pink petals of her sex. “I love your pussy, Marly.” He fingered it, up and down, side to side, and watched her quiver, heard her lusty little noises. “Squeeze your breasts, hon. I want you to touch yourself while I touch you.” “I’m going to come,” she weakly protested. “That’s the whole point, sugar.” “But the bet…oh, God!” she cried, arching like a bow when he dipped his two longest fingers into her. “You’re so tight. I love watching what I do to you.” Marly’s eyes had darkened to the color of emeralds, her lids nearly closed as she watched his fingers stab into her repeatedly. Her hands slowly, hesitantly, reached up to cup her breasts. Marcus’s cock jerked in the air with gratitude. “That’s it, baby,” he cooed as he plunged his fingers inside her and moved his free hand up to her clit, so his thumb could stroke over it. “I wish I had ten hands to touch you with. I could touch you everywhere at once.” Marly arched, falling back on the bed as her hands kneaded her breasts, tugged on her nipples. “I…” “Don’t come yet, Marly. Not until I taste you…not unless you want to lose.” And then his fingers pulled out so he could lower his head and flick his tongue across her entrance. Her cries reached all the way down to his gut, the warm, sweet taste of her flowing into his mouth as he latched his lips around her pussy and plunged his tongue inside. He could eat her forever and want for nothing more. Her hips rocked against his face, pumping fast, her breathing coming in as fast as his was. His tongue shifted, slid upward to stroke her nub in circles, and when her first orgasm came, he dipped his mouth so he could eat her up with a growl. He was shaking when he rose, scooped his hands around her armpits so he could haul her up to the center of the bed, and followed her down. “Still want to make babies?” She brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, her eyes dazed and filled with wonder. “I lost.” “I intended for you to lose.” Her expression was pure female indignation. “I’ll get back at you, Marcus!” He cradled her face in his hands, his words tender. “I asked if you wanted to make a baby with me.”

Her expression turned wistful, her eyes shimmering dreamily. “Yes, very much so.” “Come here, you.” He slid his hands down her sides, then grabbed her thighs and guided her legs around him. Her ankles crossed behind him, his hips nestled snugly between hers. He braced himself on his arms, stared down at her as he positioned himself. “Marly Forrester.” She touched a finger to his lips, smiling a sultry smile. “Marcus Forrester.” He thrust up deep, watching her eyes widen, a shuddering breath tear out of her. “Shit, you’re tight.” As tight as clay. Hot as fire. He rocked his hips, circling his cock inside her, then angling it so the length of him would stroke her clit every time he pulled out and entered her again. “Oooh, yes, like that,” she urged, running her hands up the muscles of his chest, pausing over the newly grown, soft fur that had grown there. He hadn’t even noticed it until her eyes paused there, slightly widening at the discovery. Marcus saw red, his jaw aching from a need to clamp onto her. “I feel like biting you.” She shuddered wantonly. “So bite me.” “I don’t want to hurt you.” She bucked up, gritting, “Bite me.” He hissed as he dipped his head, mouth parted wide over her neck as he licked her skin, grazing it with his newly elongated fangs before he sank his teeth in. She cried out a keening sound, claws scraping down his muscled arms. His thrusts intensified. Rampant, plunging stabs of his cock. Her pussy was tight as a fist and hot like boiling cream. Marcus wanted to live there. He plunged up to the brim, threw his head back and roared, then came back to kiss her like a madman and fuck her senseless. Her second orgasm lasted longer than the first, fierce, rocking spasms that shook her whole body under his as he continued to seek out his own. When he exploded, he was buried up to the balls within her, spilling every last drop of cum in his wife’s warm, pliant body. It took them more than a couple of minutes to recover. When they did, Marcus fell onto his back and dragged her to his side, an arm firmly locked around her. She snuggled closer, sighed dreamily, then lifted up on an elbow only to play with the light, newly-grown hairs on his chest. Lifting her eyes to his, she said, “You know what would be really creepy? If we both grew a tail.” “Shit, that’s weird.” He laughed heartily, the sound fading as he turned somber. “But, I take you anyway.” He kissed her, his lips lingering over hers for a few seconds. “I take thee, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, till death do us part.” “With tail or not!” “Damn right, I do.” “Amen,” she said, all enthusiasm and mirth. And wow. Her smile was so dazzling it just took his breath away. For a moment all he did was stare up at her and wonder what the hell kind of lucky bastard he was, to have her. He knew no one luckier than he. And now all he wanted was to take her again. And then again. And then…again. “Let’s do that again, baby,” he said softly. “The vows?” “The babies.” Smiling into her eyes, he ran his knuckles down her cheek. “I’m taking

thee, physically now.” “Ooh.” She wiggled beside him, all excited now. “Then I guess you’d better be prepared, because I, my dear, charming, husband, will forever be taking thee back.” “You’d damned well better. You promised God you would.” She grinned, the wicked glint in her eyes mirroring the mischief in his. “Yes, I did. And now I’m promising thee.” The End About the Author: Find out about Red at RedGarnier.com

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