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No! My cubs will be as I am, with skin, not fur.
I see. So before this mating thing, it s just sex, right? Your cat doesn t need to bite all the
time. You are in charge some of the time? she said and leaned back on her hands.
Dare raised a brow. I m in charge all of the time, Jill. My cat has never before demanded
that I bite a female.
So why now?
The lotion I gave you brings out our natural scent. My cat and I find your scent most
desirable, he replied huskily.
Jill suddenly felt vulnerable, although strangely excited. She decided to change the subject.
Why do you insist on feeding me? I haven t been fed like this since I was an infant.
Dare got slowly to his feet, unpacked the large sheepskin, and threw it onto the floor.
It s what we do. Come; it s time to sleep. He yawned and lay down, placing his hands
behind his head.
First I need to go outside. She rose unsteadily to her feet, tired and emotionally exhausted.
Dare rolled to his feet and followed her outside into the dusky moonlight. He searched
around with the lantern for a safe area, and waited a discreet distance away. She finished, walked
to the pool, sat down and washed her face. Tears came easier this time, and she sat and sobbed,
with her feet dangling in the hot water.
For whom do you cry, Jill? A Human man or your family? said Dare softly.
I miss my family and my mom, most of all. I ve never had a serious boyfriend, but you
claim to already know that.
Dare sat behind her and surrounded her with his body, his arms wrapped around her waist.
His rich, hypnotic scent fell over her like a baby s security blanket. She leaned back into his
embrace as he kissed her cheek. His strong arms held her and his long fingers caressed her arms in
delightfully sensuous strokes. The heat from his hard chest burned through the thin material of the
tunic, sending warm tendrils of desire streaking through her. He held her like that for a long while.
She felt safe, coddled within his warm embrace. After a bit, she stopped sobbing.
The croaking frogs and the evening song of tropical birds serenaded them, and Dare s
powerful scent consumed her being, filling her with a frightening erotic desire. His gentle touch
sent tongues of flames through her, awakening a longing in her she did not know existed. How
long had she dreamed of finding a man who would hold her just like this? Who would desire her
as much as she desired him? She craved his touch, and the realization both frightened and
enthralled her. I d give up everything, my family, my home . . . anything at all just to have him.
She caught her breath when his caressing hands moved slowly up to her breasts. She
moaned as he cupped them, groaned when he rolled her taught nipples between his callused
fingers, tugging them into hard peaks. His warm lips sucked at her earlobe, and when his hot
tongue trailed down her neck, the delightful sensation sent shivers down her back.
So sweet, so innocent . . . your heart flutters under my embrace. Let me teach you to fly,
little dove.
He rose and lifted her into his arms, turning her to face him. His warm hands snaked under
her tunic and he captured her bare breast and she gasped. Warm tingles of pleasure engulfed her
when his fingers pulled at her aching nipples. She pushed her breasts toward him, wanting more
of this delightful sensation.
My touch pleases you. Your skin is so soft, and your nipples call to me to suck them. Do
you want more of me, little dove?
Jill drew a deep, steadying breath. Decision time. Memories of a life spent alone always a
bride s maid, never a bride flashed through her mind. Hell, she decided. Life is too short, and a
chance like this may never come again. Yes, teach me everything,
Jill pushed trembling fingers into the raven silk that framed his face and brushed her tongue
across his bottom lip. A ripple went through his body and he made a growling sound.
Everything? But you re so innocent. Are you sure, little one?
Yes. Oh, God, yes.
He took her mouth fiercely, deeply. He tasted divine, hot, musky. His spicy tongue lashed
the inside of her mouth, molding her to his will. His kisses became deeper; his warm hand teased a
nipple while the other slid around her waist, enclosing her in sweet passion. Pulling him closer,
she kissed him back, melting beneath his touch. She pushed against his fingers to ease her
insatiable need. He pressed closer and the heat from his body burned her skin. His thick cock
pushed into her stomach, pulsed against her skin, proof of his desire for her. She wanted this,
wanted his touch, his lips, his body hard against her, deep inside her.
The cat inside Dare roared with pleasure as he lifted Jill into his arms and carried her into
the cave. He bent to lay her gently on the sheepskin. Flames from the fire sent velvet shadows
dancing across the walls, and the hot, spicy aroma from the stew hung faintly in the air. He
removed her tunic, and tossed it to one side, and the sweet moan from her lips made him burn
with desire for her. She laid before him, gloriously naked, all dewy-eyed innocence. Her skin
looked so delicate in the fire s glow. Damp curls framed her pink flushed cheeks and flowed across
her shoulders in glistening gold highlights. The warm, luscious scent of female arousal surrounded
him and his inner cat purred.
Do you want me inside you, Jill, as your first? he said huskily. He removed his loincloth,
and lay down beside her. Her pure white breasts firmed under his touch, her deep red nipples
reached toward him.
He wanted to taste her, to bury his tongue into her slick wet folds and suckle her hard pearl.
He craved her, desiring only to drive her over the edge in insurmountable passion. He looked into
her eyes but she showed no fear. Only need burned in those twin emerald pools, desperate need
for him.
I want you, Dare. I want you to touch me, to love me. Teach me how to love you. She
reached for him.
He took her lips again, sweet as spiced apples. She moaned in his mouth, and the delightful
sound sent blood rushing to his cock with such speed his ears rang.
Wrap my tunic around your neck. My cat is anxious, and I don t want to bite
you.
He handed Jill the tunic, and she covered her neck. Dare slowly licked his way around each
breast and purred. Her damp skin tasted sweet. The potent scent of aroused female surrounded
him. He watched her as he scraped his fangs over each nipple before suckling hard. She looked so
delicious, so wanton, writhing beneath his touch, but he must wait to plunge deep within her heat.
He groaned as his cat demanded so much more. The need to bite, to sink his fangs into that tender
white skin, threatened to overwhelm him. He craved to suck and savor her hot, sweet metallic
blood. He looked up into her eyes, and she smiled so innocently and arched her back in a silent
plea for more.
His control slipped, and his inner cat roared. Mine. Bite her. I need her. Now.
Dare took a few deep breaths to steady himself. His gaze wandered over her body. Her
tantalizing skin, so soft, so white and ripe for tasting, felt moist under his touch. Her luscious
upturned breasts were round and full, topped with bright pink nipples. Her curves were soft, and
her belly slightly rounded, but between her legs, he did not find the soft peach fuzz he expected.
He stared in shocked surprise. Her folds were completely bare. Dare s gaze shot back to her face.
How many summers are you, Jill?
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