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She couldn’t wait. She knew Devon would never let her go alone, but she wasn’t waiting any longer. I have to get out of here. As soon as she had the thought. She felt the sliding feeling under her skin. She became aware of Devon’s scent. He was beside her before she registered, he had moved.

His hand cupped her cheek. “Sarah?”

She felt his soft caress and nuzzled his hand, pressing closer to him in the process. He kissed her cheek, intensifying the potency of his scent. She rubbed her cheek against his neck before stepping back. “What’s wrong with ME?” She hadn’t intended to say it aloud.

“This is the way of mates, especially during transformation. It’s perfectly natural.” His hand ran down her back and cupped her ass. “And frustrating. I’ve had a permanent hard-on since the moment I met you.” His eyes flared with lust.

Her mind was fraught with indecision and chaos.

Her body had already made up its mind. Her mouth was on his before she could think twice about what she was doing.

She grasped fistfuls of his hair, holding him to her as her tongue dueled with his.

Images formed in her mind. Things she had never thought of or done before. Instinct took over.

Sarah slid seductively down his body. Her lips nipped his skin as she kneeled.

Her hands unzipped his jeans, sliding them off his hips as her tongue lapped over his skin.

Her tongue did a foray over the head of his penis before sucking him deep into her mouth.

Her hands continued to roam, memorizing the feel and texture of his skin.

Her lips locked around him in a sensual slide that had him groaning in pleasure.

Devon yanked her up. “Enough!” His tone was guttural. His desire burning through her, hotter than her own.

He backed her up to the sitting table in front of his main window.

She knew she should feel embarrassed that she was taking her clothes off in front of an uncovered window, instead, she sat up on the wooden top so Devon could pull her pants off.

He kneeled between her legs looking up at her.

The warmth of his breath on her heated core excited her further.

“I am going to lick your pussy till you scream my name. Then I am going to fuck you so hard and deep you will beg me to stop.” He continued to look at her when his tongue slipped through her slit.

She tried not to push forward. To deepen the mounting pressure, he flicked the tiny bud almost sending her over the edge.

Each time she was close he slowed down. Forcing her to push forward.

He placed his hands on her thighs and forced her back onto the table.

She realized with his ability to sense her emotions she wouldn’t find her release until he was ready to give it to her. “Devon please,” she panted.

He pushed two fingers inside her, moving them slowly in and out until she begged for an orgasm.

“You taste so good. I could never get enough of your sweet pussy.” His tone was so low it sounded like a purr.

She continued to beg, straddling the edge of release, but not able to tip over. He was in complete control.

“Tell me you are mine. That you want my cock so deep inside you will never get me out.”

His tongue did lazy circles around her clit, causing her body to shake with need. She was on the brink of tears. “I’m yours. I want you inside ME.”

His fingers thrust into her as he sucked her bud into his mouth. She toppled into orgasm, moaning deeply.

She was barely coming down from that high when he stood and slammed into her in one motion, pushing her into a second orgasm.

Devon didn’t stop. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her with such force the table legs scratched against the floor.

She grasped the back of his neck. Needing an anchor from the tsunami of his emotions. Lust. Need. Desire. She felt them all.

“More. Take me deeper,” he said through clenched teeth.

She tilted her hips, improving the angle, as he buried himself to the hilt. Her muscles gripped and tightened around him as she reached for another release.

He moaned as the pleasure became too much. He came, making one last powerful thrust, taking her with him.

Sweat beaded his body as he lay over her. Her tongue slipped out to lick a bead trickling down his neck. His salty taste, made her moan, as her hands moved over his back.

Devon sensed the rush of blood moving under her skin. He was off her immediately, scooping her into his arms, taking her to the couch. His arms were still underneath her when her legs broke. Her scream was so high pitched, Devon winced.

She leaned over the side cushion, throwing up on the wood floor. Devon supported her deformed legs as she relieved her stomach of its contents. She wanted to crawl away. Her embarrassment overshadowed the pain as Devon continued to hold her.

Sarah caught her breath as she watched her legs ripple like small waves beneath her skin.

She gave one last shout as the pain intensified before her legs evened out, resuming their previous form.

It had happened so quickly yet she felt like she had run forty miles in less than a minute.

She struggled to keep her eyes open as the stench of her vomit permeated the air.

She dozed off for a few minutes, giving Devon time to take care of the mess. He had placed a cold washcloth on her forehead. “Christ Sarah. You scared the hell out of me.”

She swallowed loudly. “I didn’t expect that to happen so fast,” she said with stuttered breath.

“It shouldn’t happen that fast. Your body needs time between stages to regain its strength. You’re not getting it. I don’t understand. I thought you were going through the process slowly. I haven’t even marked you.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“What do you mean?” She needed to hear his voice.

“A cougar bites his mate, injecting her with his pheromones. This triggers the change. Even though we know that we all carry the same pheromone and that biting another’s mate will initiate the change it doesn’t start until the woman comes in contact with her mate.

We think that Cyril’s pheromones were enhanced somehow.

Talen’s mate was bitten by Cyril on the neck and even her transformation wasn’t this quick. ”

She felt another wave of nausea. She rolled onto her side. Since there was nothing left in her stomach, she proceeded to dry heave followed by loud coughing. Devon rubbed her back lightly. He released her hair as she lay back. She realized he had pulled it back for her earlier as well.

“Do you want some water now,” he said gently.

“Yes please.” He was back with the glass before she was able to pull herself into a sitting position.

The cool liquid settled her stomach. She drank the entire glass in two gulps. She wiped her lips with her hand. “Is it always so painful?”

“I’m told it’s a little different for every woman, but all agree that it’s excruciating. I’m sorry.”

She felt his guilt. Did he think she blamed him? “This isn’t your fault. You never bit me. You weren’t given a choice either.”

“No, but I think I may have sped up the process by nipping your skin,” he confessed. “I think that the shit they injected me with is accelerating your transformation.”

“That makes sense, Gerald said you would be ready for harvesting soon. Maybe they do something to the Cougars ahead of time so they can get more of what they need from you. Racheal would know,” she said solemnly.

Devon put his hand on Sarah’s knee. “We are going to get Racheal back. We need her as much as you do. She will be able to tell us what Kallan is doing and if there is a way to counteract the poison, he is using on us.”

“I know she would help you. She’s an amazing person.”

Devon rubbed his thumb over her skin. He was comforting her yet tiny sparks of excitement trailed each stroke. She ran her fingers over his arm.

He placed his other hand over hers. “Sarah. You need to rest. Your body needs time. You’re getting stronger all the time. Soon you will have all our abilities.”

She stilled. “I’ll be stronger. Faster. Heal quicker?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes flickered with amber. “I want you to bite me. Mark me.”