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with a man’s mouth on her breast.
    He tugged on her nipple and then laved his tongue around the peak. His mouth made love to her and she couldn’t stop her gasps as he moved on to her other breast and continued to work his wonderful magic. She sensed he was pushing her toward something awesome as he tugged gently then bit tenderly.
    Her breath came faster and was soon out of control. She arched closer to him, slipping her hands against his waist, holding him tight as his suckling grew firmer, rougher. The incredible tingles racing through her spun into something desperate and unmanageable.
    Sharp desire coursed through her, rocked her, and she sailed right along with it. His tongue lashed her like a whip, the sweet bite of his sharp teeth erotic pinpricks. Suddenly her entire body throbbed with intense need and she exploded on a groan as she quickly rubbed her pussy against his thick shaft. She wanted to reach down and grab his cock and slip his thickness inside her, but his hands were suddenly on her hands, holding them firmly on his waist, keeping her hostage as she pressed and gyrated against his hot erection.
    She cried out as her pussy spasmed around empty air, her body climaxing. The deep shudders were endless as she gyrated and moaned and drowned in the vortex. Her mind splintered and her body instinctively enjoyed his gift of pleasure.
    Soon, the spasms ebbed away and their heavy breathing burst through the small room. Oh wow! She’d never climaxed while a man fucked her breasts with his mouth.
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    She blew out a fierce breath as sudden reality crashed in around her and she blinked.
    The first thing she noticed was her clothing. She hadn’t removed them at all! Somehow she’d slipped into one heck of a naughty fantasy. The second thing she noticed was his awesome tentacle tattoo. Vibrant colors literally leapt off his cock. The greens, the gray and black shadings, the circles of suction cups were so lifelike. His cock seriously looked like a tentacle.
    Oh. My. Goodness.
    “Your work is breathtaking,” he whispered as he stared directly at her with an intensity that snapped like a live wire right into her core.
    What the hell had just happened? Why was he acting as if everything was normal? Anxiety burst through her, but she managed to shake it off.
    “Um…thanks.” Her voice came out strangled and harsh.
    Have mercy! Had she gone into some sort of artistic, erotic high? She swore she could not remember tattooing his entire cock. It should have taken her the course of several days to get such an intricate design.
    And yet… She glanced at her clock. Four hours had gone by! It seemed like only a few minutes. What in the world was wrong with her?

Chapter Three
     
    She was frightened. Fear flashed in her pretty blue eyes as she spread the soothing ointment all over his cock with freshly gloved hands. Her fingers trembled against his hot, aching flesh and her breathing was erratic. She would be questioning what had happened to her. He pondered whether he should tell her that many times, sometimes days and even hours before a female shifted, she went into erotic spells. Part of her mind splintered into hot, sexual fantasies, while another part continued as if nothing was happening. Any human male couldn’t even tell, but Calder could. Her sexy enticing scent had increased tenfold the instant she’d slipped into the mind trance, and it had taken every ounce of his strength to remain seated in his chair when all he’d wanted to do was start fucking her.
    It had been hell. It was still hell. He just wanted to dive into her fragrance, her mind and body and simply make love to her.
    No, he wouldn’t tell her. She would have to undergo more changes and she would have to have more questions before she would be receptive to even considering her true heritage as a possibility. Right now he sensed she wasn’t ready for the truth. Not yet.
    He gritted his teeth as her sensual caresses made love to his