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  “If you need me to,” he said steadily. “Of course I will, baby.”

  “What if . . . what if I need you to, but I don’t want you to?” Samantha whispered.

  He frowned slightly. “At a certain point I’ll have to listen to what your body is telling me, Samantha. I can’t sit by and watch you suffer or turn into one of the Unformed.”

  So she would have no choice. Her body would betray her, and Keller would give her what she needed rather than what she wanted. Samantha felt fear and uncertainty wash over her.

  “I’m scared,” she repeated, aware that she sounded more like a lost little girl than a world-class surgeon. But she couldn’t help it—she wasn’t used to being out of control, and she didn’t like it.

  “I know you’re frightened. Which is why we’re going to take this one step at a time.” Keller let his hand trail down from her cheek to cup one full, swollen breast. “Come on, baby—it’s time to let me ease your pain,” he murmured. “Time to let me suck you.”

  “And you . . . you really want to?” Samantha could scarcely believe it. “I mean, it doesn’t turn you off or gross you out?”

  “Sammie, sweetheart, I find every part of you beautiful,” Keller said softly. “Your honey is no exception.”

  “And . . . if I let you . . . let you suck it out, will that stop me making more?” Samantha asked. She was still reluctant to let him do this, even though the pain and pressure in her breasts was growing all the time.

  “It should,” Keller promised. “At the very least, it will ease some of the pain you’re in.”

  “All right, then.” Samantha sighed, surrendering to the inevitable. “If you’re sure you don’t mind . . .”

  In answer, Keller leaned down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth.

  Samantha gasped and then moaned as he began to suck, drawing hard on the tender peak to pull the sticky nectar from her tight nipple. It hurt at first, but then, as the pressure began to lessen, she sighed in relief. God, she hadn’t realized how much pain she’d been in before Keller had finally eased it.

  Feels better . . . oh God, so much better!

  In fact, it felt more than just better. As the pain and pressure began to ease, Samantha felt a new sensation growing—a pleasure that seemed to run from her sensitive nipple straight down to her swollen pussy. God . . . she shifted uncomfortably. She didn’t need to be getting turned on by this. Keller was just trying to help her—there was nothing sexual about it. Was there?

  Trying to distract herself from the growing pleasure, she looked down, watching him as he sucked, taking her nipple deep in his hot mouth. She’d wondered if maybe he might want to spit the pale golden nectar out after he eased her, but Keller sucked and swallowed eagerly, almost as though he liked the taste of it . . . liked the taste of her.

  He saw her watching and pulled back at last, letting her stiff peak slide from between his lips.

  “Are you feeling better?” he murmured.

  “Yes, but—do you actually like the taste of that stuff?” she burst out. “I mean, what does it taste like?”

  “See for yourself.” Keller dipped two fingers in the flow from her other breast and painted her lower lip with the sticky nectar. Then he leaned forward and took her mouth in a hot, breathless kiss.

  Samantha was too shocked to do anything at first. Then, somehow, she found she was kissing him back hungrily. Keller’s tongue slipped between her lips, spreading the sweet flavor of her nectar, making her moan with desire as her nipples and pussy ached with need.

  At last, Keller drew back, panting a little.

  “See?” he murmured, smiling a little at her. “Tastes good, right?”

  “It . . . it does taste a little like honey,” Samantha admitted. “But I never thought—oh!” She gasped because her left nipple, the one he hadn’t sucked yet, was flowing even more than it had been before. “I’m going to need another shower,” she said, frowning at the way her pale golden liquid was streaming from her ripe breast.

  “No you won’t—I’ll clean you up,” Keller growled. Sliding to his knees before her, he drew her forward to the edge of the loveseat and sucked her left nipple into his mouth, drawing hard to pull the nectar from her.

  “Oh!” Samantha moaned, and threw her head back, thrusting her chest forward, surrendering herself completely to his hot mouth and deep suction.

  This time there was no denying the pleasure. In fact, she almost felt like she could come just from having her nipples sucked. It felt so good to let Keller do this for her, to let him pull her tight peaks into his mouth and nurse them deep and hard until she flowed for him, flowed everywhere, because even as he drained her breast she felt the increased production between her legs.

  “God, Keller!” she gasped, spreading her legs involuntarily, trying to make some room for the uncomfortable pressure she felt between her thighs. “Feels so good! But I want . . . I need . . .”

  Keller released her nipple at last and sat back, looking her in the eyes.

  “I know what you need, baby,” he rumbled. “Your breasts aren’t the only place you’re flowing, right?”

  “Well . . .” It was true but Samantha found she was still shy about admitting it. “I . . . I guess . . .”

  “Let me see.” There was a tone of command in Keller’s deep voice that couldn’t be ignored or disobeyed. “Let me look, Sammie—let me help you.”

  “All right,” she whispered, giving in. She allowed him to part her legs and move the sheet, baring her swollen pussy, her outer lips dark with need and shiny with the ever-present nectar.

  “God, look how ripe your little pussy is.” Keller’s voice was hoarse with desire. “Look how wet you are—how much you’re flowing.”

  “It hurts,” Samantha admitted. “But . . . it’s embarrassing. Asking you to . . . you know.”

  “I’ve tasted you here before,” Keller reminded her gently. “Both in human form and in Cougar form.”

  “Yes, but . . . but that was different,” Samantha protested. “It was . . . I don’t know. I’m all sticky and messy now.”

  “You’re beautiful,” Keller assured her softly. “And it would be my pleasure to clean and heal you again, baby.”

  Samantha couldn’t deny her need any longer.

  “All right,” she whispered. “I guess if you want to. . . .”

  He raised an eyebrow at her.

  “Do I really want to lap your sweet, creamy little pussy until you come all over my face? Hell yes, baby.”

  “Until I . . . Keller, nobody said anything about . . . about making me come,” she protested weakly.

  “I’m saying it now, then.” He stroked her open thighs gently. “Samantha, this whole process is sexual. I can taste you and suck away your nectar, but in order to be fully healed, your body needs a release.” He reached up to cup her cheek. “You need a release. And you need to lie back and let me give it to you.”

  Just as she had the last time he’d touched her so intimately, Samantha felt herself losing control. Yet somehow, when Keller looked at her like that, she couldn’t seem to mind any more.

  “All right,” she said again, opening her legs for him. “Do it, Keller . . . make me come.”

  “With pleasure, baby.” His deep voice was a growl of desire and pure, animal lust. Bending low, he spread her legs even wider before pressing his face to her inner thighs and lapping hungrily at her open pussy.

  Samantha gasped as she felt his hot tongue trace a long line from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top of her mound. He was only licking the outside right now—only cleaning away the nectar that had wet her outer pussy lips. But even that was sending sparks of pleasure through her whole body. The feeling of his hot, wet tongue—much softer now that he was in human form—stroking over her swollen, needy pussy was enough to send a shiver of pure lust down her spine.

  “God, baby, you taste so damn good,” she heard Keller growl when he came up for air. “Gonna lick inside you now. Gon