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D evon escorted Sarah to a structure in the heart of the Cascade property. The road was narrow and overgrown, making it obvious that vehicles rarely came this way. From the outside, the building looked like a log cabin, but the interior resembled a warehouse.

The main floor was open and empty. They descended the stairs to a basement that held no windows and was unnaturally cold.

The corner housed a cell. There were two chairs facing the bars. Devon led her over and gestured she should sit. Sarah felt apprehensive as she complied. Please let this be over soon I need to report back to my office.

Cyril sat on the floor, facing away from them, beside his cot.

“Cyril,” Devon said gently.

Cyril turned to face them. Sarah was shocked by his appearance.

His face and arms were covered with large red splotches.

Patches of hair seemed to have been ripped out, but were now growing back.

Devon had said Cyril’s body was almost healed.

She was glad she hadn’t seen him in his previous condition.

Cyril looked closely at Sarah. “I know you,” he said in a gravelly voice.

“You attacked me. I had you arrested,” she said it calmly through her rising anxiety.

“I did. I was told to, but I wasn’t arrested,” he said quietly.

Sarah’s fear threatened to strangle her. “Who told you to attack me?”

Cyril shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Devon put his hand on Sarah’s arm. “It wasn’t Kevin Kallan. We’ve already shown him pictures of Kevin.” Sarah saw the sympathy in his eyes.

Sarah pulled her phone from her pocket and pulled up a photo of her father from Thanksgiving, three years ago. One of the few times they had actually gotten along. She showed it to Cyril. “Is this the man?”

He looked at it and shook his head. “No, the man was young. Good looking.”

Sarah showed her relief. “You said you weren’t arrested. I saw Kallan security take you away.”

Cyril appeared lost in thought. “I was taken to a room. The man asked if I bit you. I confirmed that I had. He told me it was time to find my mate. Then he let me go.”

Sarah’s heart sank. “You were released immediately after attacking me?”

“Yes.”

“From the Florence Kallan Corp. building?”

“Yes.”

She felt sick, but continued. “Were you told anything else about me prior to the attack?”

“I was told to be careful not to hurt you. That you would fight back. That you had hand-to-hand combat skills and were deadly accurate if you pulled your weapon.”

“Anybody who knows my last name would know that about me,” she quipped.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. Sorry that I took away your choices. I should be dead. I have asked them to kill me, but I am not worthy of death.”

Sarah hadn’t wanted to feel compassion for the man who attacked her, but she heard the truth in his voice.

She was unsure what to do. Kevin may not have ordered her attack, but he knew who did.

That left her with one resource. One she didn’t want to use.

Bringing him into this was the last thing she wanted.

“Is there anything else you can think of? Anything at all that might help me?”

“He said I was privileged to bite you. That you belonged to him.”

* * *

They had just exited the facility when Sarah felt her body surge. She felt strange. She ached all over as if her skin was too tight for her body. She had an overwhelming urge to run herself against Devon. She saw him watching her so she shrugged off the sensation.

“I need to get back to the lodge,” she said. “I want to make a few calls.” She needed to call Gerry more than her office.

As they got into the SUV, Sarah leaned over and began rubbing her jaw along Devon’s. He returned the gesture of affection and kissed her neck.

She pulled back abruptly, looking at Devon suspiciously. “It will only get worse Sarah. And unless you allow me to bite you, it will be slow.”

“Keep your fangs to yourself, cat boy,” she snapped.

Devon leaned toward her, his eyes glittering with mirth. “They’re incisors not fangs and I assure you I’m no boy.”

Sarah grunted and turned the ignition. They didn’t speak and Sarah was thankful.

She needed the time to process her situation.

Devon said her transformation was slow, but she felt like everything was happening at a whirlwind pace.

She was quick and adept at anything she put her mind to, yet now she felt out of control, drowning in unfamiliar waters.

The tension in Sarah’s body increased as they climbed the stairs to her room.

By the time she opened her door, it bordered on pain.

She stumbled on the carpet as she entered.

Devon reached out to steady her. Her tense muscles relaxed slightly as she inhaled his male scent.

She nuzzled the crook of his neck, craving more of the intoxicating odor. “Mmm,” she moaned.

Devon kissed her. The wonderful smell was nothing compared to the taste of his tongue as it swept through her lips. She caught it and sucked hard, causing him to moan.

“I have to have you,” Devon said as his fingers massaged her breasts. She had always found the material of her uniform comfortable, but now it chaffed her sensitive skin. “I need this uniform off.”

Devon’s hands immediately attacked the buttons, pulling the shirt from her pants, and slipping it down her arms. His mouth fastened to hers.

Hot. Hungry. He released the belt at her waist and removed her remaining clothing before his own.

He backed her away from the piles of clothing to the nearby bed, laying her down gently.

His hands were everywhere, intimately exploring every inch of her skin. His mouth was magical, licking and sucking her skin, sending shivers of pleasure wherever he touched.

When he licked her nipple, she arched her back, wanting to prolong the pleasurable sensation.

She’d had no idea attraction could be this all-consuming.

Explosive. At that moment, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

There would be consequences for her actions.

She would pay for her sins later. This moment was hers.

Devon kissed and nipped his way down her stomach.

The tiny stings, inflamed her as his mouth traveled lower.

His finger slipped between the lips of her pussy, circling her hard bud.

She pushed her hips against his hand, not knowing what she needed.

The craving overwhelming as she thrashed in an unfamiliar ardor.

When his finger entered her, she’d felt a moment of relief before the wanting returned. She needed. “Devon!”

He positioned himself between her legs. He had two fingers working inside her as his tongue licked and sucked vigorously on her clit. “More!” She rocked her hips more forcefully. The pressure mounted yet she was unable to reach the relief she sought. “I can’t.”

He intensified his actions. “You can take this and more.”

“Do SOMETHING.” The pressure became painful as her fiery body begged for relief.

Devon sat back on his knees stroking his massive cock. “Are you ready Sarah? There is no going back. Once I take you, I will never leave you alone. Your body will belong to me.”

She watched his hand sliding lazily over his shaft.

He didn’t rush. She felt saliva form in her mouth.

She saw a flash in her mind of taking his cock deep into her mouth.

Sucking on him strongly, his shaft penetrating deep into her throat.

She had never had such thoughts in her life.

She licked her lips, hesitation costing her.

The fire scorching her body intensified without Devon’s touch.

She sucked in halted breaths. “Do something!”

He was on her in an instant. His mouth on hers as she felt the head of his cock pressed against her slick entrance. “This will hurt for a moment, baby. But I promise to make it good for you.”

“Just do IT,” she panted.

With a single long hard thrust, he ripped through the flimsy barrier of her virginity.

She gasped as he continued to kiss her. She expected him to stop.

He didn’t. His steady strokes continued as he buried himself deep in her body.

The lancing pain was quickly overshadowed by the burning need.

She met his thrusts, urging him to push harder.

Deeper. Each stroke claiming a piece of her soul.

She felt her core tighten. Reaching. The small muscles clamped around Devon, strengthening their hold before letting go.

She shouted his name as an orgasm hit her like a firestorm. Tiny sparks exploded through her. He moaned loudly in her ear as she felt the hot jets of his release inside her.

Her arms encircled his neck. Holding him to her. She didn’t want the moment to end. Devon seemed to read her thoughts. “I’m not going anywhere, Sarah.”

She released her grip on him. “I know,” she said sadly, regretting the truth. “But I am.”

She felt his body tense. “Your mine. We can’t be apart.”

She closed her eyes. “I have to report back. If I don’t, they’ll send a team to look for me. I also have some calls to make.” She didn’t want him around when she made that dreaded call.

“Make all the calls you want. Why don’t we check you out of the Lodge? You can do whatever you need to do from my place. Our place,” he corrected.

Sarah closed her eyes, wishing that life could be that easy. That she could turn her back on the life she had and learn to run in the forest. Devon didn’t understand. She had something to take care of and she honestly didn’t know what that outcome would be.

“Let me up, Devon. Right now.”

He rolled over, suspicion crossing his face.

She grabbed her robe before turning to him. “I know you think...” Her phone rang. She grabbed it without checking the call display. “Hello?”

Her father’s rough voice snapped. “Sarah. I’ve been calling you all day!”

“I’m on assignment,” she said, mentally kicking herself for being distracted. She’d assumed it would be Gerry.

“I have to talk to you it’s urgent,” he said quickly.