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over her mound, panties and all.
Blowing his hot breath against her made her squirm and moan exquisitely.
    Her panties were wet with the steam from his breath and with
her own honey that creamed from her body. He peeled them down over her legs and
she shivered in anticipation when she was finally free.
    She was beautiful. Swollen labia, mostly smooth except for
the hint of golden red hair which masked her delicate clit from his view. He
took his fingers and parted her lips, opening her wide, a vision of loveliness.
    She was soaked, slickness coating her and the realization
that it was for him nearly ripped his pants as his almost painful erection
threatened to burst free.
    He closed his eyes, concentrating on not losing it in his
pants like a teenager. Christ, he couldn’t even remember being a teen, it had
been so long ago.
    Without the visual stimulating him, he breathed deeply,
taking in the scent of rich rain.
    She whimpered for him. “Please, please. Take it.” She tilted
her pelvis, lifting her tiny clit up into the air.
    He delved between her legs, his tongue tasting eagerly. The
slick sweetness of his Sara, tempered by something else.
    His mortal enemy, Beauregard. The rich, earthy smell of
wolf.
    Sara threw her head back and moaned, exposing the column of
her throat and suddenly there was just Sara, just her scent, none of Beau’s
mattered.
    He heard a roar in his head. Blood, rushing beneath her
skin, warm and luscious and filled with the lust he wanted to explode in his
mouth.
    There was nothing in the world like arousing a woman and
feeding on the desire-filled blood rushing through her veins.
    She wouldn’t remember this encounter, but a portion of her
would be his.
    He nibbled on her engorged clitoris and knew by her racing,
thunderous heartbeat that she was about to go over.
    Her waves of ecstasy began and she caught her breath on the
inhalation, then she screamed when it hit.
    Aric sucked her clit hard and midway through her orgasm,
turned his head to her femoral artery and sank his fangs deep.
    It was like coming home. Heaven. Pure essence of Sara, after
all these years of searching.
    Sara felt white-hot lust explode from her groin, almost as
if Aric bit her, but there was no time to think about it further because she
was sucked up out of her body.
    Oh, no. Not again. Not now, not during this moment.
    Her consciousness slammed back into another feminine body,
but wait. It was Aric still, Aric who was rubbing the pale slender arms, Aric
who was kissing her breasts. She left her own sexual experience with him only
to dream of an encounter with him and someone else?
    But it felt so real, big strong hands stroking her heated,
frantic body. Was it her body, or was it the previous, redheaded woman?
    Once again, smoke clouded her vision of the man’s face, but
she knew he was gorgeous. She knew he was familiar, but whether it was her
realizing it or the other woman, she had no idea. Was it even really Aric, or
had her mind just connected him into the viewing somehow?
    This was the second episode she had regarding the redheaded
woman making love with someone. A different man this time, much like Sara’s
situation. Maybe it was just her own experiences bringing it on.
    She’d never had many relationships. Being psychic usually
put a halt to that. It was never pleasant when you could feel negative emotions
emanating from someone, knowing they were fucking you as a piece of ass and
nothing else. Suddenly, she had two gorgeous men interested in her, with no
feelings of being used.
    But why was she linked to that woman, anyway? Had her
psychic powers evolved to contacting the dead? Was the woman trying to use her
to complete some sort of unfinished business?
    She hoped her powers weren’t evolving. It was difficult
enough to be different and she liked them just as they were, a tidy little
money maker, nothing more.
    She didn’t want to see “dead people”, that’s for sure.
    Then she felt Aric rise from her