the corner of her mouth. “I need to be in you, Charlie. I need to bury myself in your cunt, now, but I don't want to hurt you. When it's like this, I can't always control my hunger and you're weak right now..."
"If you don't do me now, Luke, you're the one who's going to end up hurt,” she whispered, husky, needy.
His lips crushed hers in response, while his cock, poised at her entrance, plunged into her, yanking the breath from her lungs.
Her gasp rattled throughout the room, drowning out the sound of the TV. Luke settled inside her, but he only allowed her a moment's respite before he began a slow grind of flesh against flesh. His cock speared her, stretching her, making her raise a leg to wrap it around his waist so she could accommodate all of him.
Fire wound its way to her cunt, the dizzy rush of orgasm once again seeking relief. Each plunge Luke made, each scrape of her clit against his abdomen brought her closer until her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her heart throbbed painfully.
Luke's body grew taut, tension evident in every muscle as he held himself above her, then buried his face in her neck to muffle his howl of release. His cock shuddered inside her when he came, his head rearing back and his teeth gritted.
He let out a whoosh of air and sunk into her, leaving Charlie to wrap her arms around his neck and squeeze her eyes shut.
Dayum.
She'd had a sexual encounter or two that ranked pretty high on her list of “jobs well done,” but to have come so intensely, been so fiercely possessed was new to her.
Hawt. Very hawt.
And then a thought occurred to her. “Luke?"
"Hmmm?"
"We didn't use protection.” Jesus Christ in a mini skirt, she never forgot protection. It must be the allergy meds fucking with her common sense. As if right on cue, Charlie sneezed.
Luke withdrew from her and reached out to grab a tissue from the coffee table. He handed it to her with a smile. “We don't need to. Tigers don't carry disease, and we can only reproduce at certain times of the year and this isn't one of them."
For real. “You know, if it weren't for the physical changes in my body, I'd say you were all fucking nuts. If I hadn't seen you do that shift thing, which looks way uncomfortable, I'd have called 911 by now."
His face filled with regret. “These past three weeks have been a lot for you, Charlie. I'm sorry."
She shook her head and planted a kiss on his lips. “Nah, don't be sorry. All we have to do is get through tomorrow and it'll be okay."
Charlie buried herself beneath him, pressing her watery eyes to his comforting chest.
"Tomorrow,” he agreed with little enthusiasm.
Her stomach clenched at the regret in Luke's tone and then she coughed again, reminding her tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.
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Chapter Four
So, here she was, three weeks and a day later, preparing for a bout of wild sex with a tiger just before the full moon reached completion. Just not the tiger she craved like an alcoholic craves an early morning Bloody Mary.
Another round of sneezes assaulted her and she took a snort of nasal spray, hoping her nose wouldn't drip on poor Quinn.
The knock on her door at the Piljor's lake house made her jump. Popping the door open, Charlie gave Quinn a half smile. “Got that Viagra?"
He laughed back. “Funny, that's very funny, Charlie. You ready?"
"I think at this point, I'd do your crazy Uncle Harry if it meant I'd stop sneezing. I can't understand why in human form I can control my allergies with meds, but this halfway crap has my head ready to explode."
Quinn pushed the door open and took her hand. “I don't know and Uncle Harry has a hands-off policy. So you leave the crazy bastard and your lustful thoughts for him outta this, ya hear?” he joked.
Charlie chuckled too, feeling a bit more at ease. “Okay, tuna lover, let's do this.” She pulled him to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room and sat down, ready to do what must be done.