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dress.
    Dylan scooted down the wall and drew first one nipple, then
the second into his mouth. His mate’s skin tasted like ripe peaches, but he had
to—needed to—taste her flowing cream. Still savoring her breasts one at a time,
he laid her back onto the rug centered the length of the hallway.
    As he flipped her skirt up and began to position himself to
eat her, she said, “Hey! I wasn’t finished with you. Twist around, sex slave,
and let me enjoy you.”
    With a laugh, Dylan did what she ordered, then settled
between her thighs to enjoy her.
    He buried his nose into her crotch. The scent of her alone
was enough to send him into a mini-orgasm and he felt his first spurt shoot
into her mouth. She sucked greedily, as though he’d produced the finest taste
she’d ever encountered.
    While she suckled him, he began to lick her thong, tasting
her, learning her folds through the silk. This was the taste he’d hungered for
in his dreams at Hell Hospital. This scent, this taste, this woman gave him a
focus for life.
    He nudged the bit of wet silk aside with one finger and drew
his tongue through her curls, cherishing their springy texture. Leisurely, he
stroked between her folds, enjoying her cream as it flowed.
    Her mouth had amazing suction while her fingers squeezed and
flicked his balls. When she put pressure on his butthole, he had barely enough
thought to wonder why she didn’t put in her fingers. Then she slapped his butt
and all his thoughts gibbered with the intensity to mate.
    Dylan pulled her thighs further apart. When she gave a small
yip, he loosened his grip slightly, well aware his strength might have left
bruises. He buried his face into her woman’s perfume and cream, then drove his
tongue into her.
    Pulling her knot deep into his mouth, he sucked and nibbled
on it the way she was him. She began to quiver, then her thighs clamped tightly
around his face. He increased his pressure and lapped her cream.
    Her quivering turning into shaking. Her moans vibrated
against his cock. The added sensation had his balls clenching.
    As her orgasm sent her into frantic pulsing against his
face, his own balls exploded. He pumped himself into her mouth and swallowed
her cream while she sucked him dry.
    They lay on the carpet, breathing heavily and still occasionally
nuzzling each other. To Dylan’s embarrassment, his stomach growled.
    She laughed. “I think you need food.”
    She pulled herself away, then stood upright and adjusted her
bodice.
    “Aw, did you have to do that? I was enjoying the view.” His
stomach rumbled again.
    “You can enjoy them later.” She put her hand down. When he
put his hand in hers, she gave a pull and helped him to his feet. “For now, I
think you need to be fed and we need to talk.”
    On her palm, Dylan again felt the texture of temp skin. He
turned her hand to see her palm, then traced over the artificial skin with his
index finger.
    “How did this happen? And don’t give any guff about a
jaguarondi.”
    She pulled her hand from his. “We’ll discuss it after you’ve
eaten. Bacon and eggs? Or do you want something more substantial, like a
steak?”
    “A steak?” His mouth watered at the thought of a steak,
cooked to perfection, the juices running on the plate.
    “Steak it is then,” she said with a laugh.
    Dylan ran his tongue over his lips to make sure he wasn’t drooling.
    “How do you want it?”
    “Rare.” He barely stopped himself from licking his mouth
again. He thought for half a second he felt his canine teeth turning in fangs.
Oh joy. Bad enough Hildy kept talking about a jaguarondi. All he needed to
completely lose his mind was to imagine himself turning into a vampire. Just
put a stake through him right now. On second thought, he’d wait on that until
he had a steak in his belly. Maybe then the world would make sense .
    “You’ve got it. Why don’t you get dressed?” She turned to
leave him, then looked over her shoulder. “Hey, mud foot.”
    “Yes,