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  “God, Sadie!” Mathis crushed her to him and gave her a deep, searching kiss. Sadie opened to him at once, parting her lips to welcome him in as she wove her fingers through his thick, wild black hair.

  The kiss was sweet—sweeter than anything she’d ever felt before—but somehow it seemed to make her problem much, much worse.

  Sadie tore herself away from his mouth, moaning. She was so hot she could barely breathe—the jeans and sweater she had on felt like they were suffocating her.

  “What? What is it, sweetheart?” Mathis looked at her anxiously.

  “Can’t . . . breathe,” Sadie gasped. She tore at her clothes but all the strength seemed to have run out of her arms and legs. “Please,” she begged. “Help!”

  Mathis must have seen the desperation in her eyes because he grabbed the hem of her sweater and tugged it quickly over her head. Then he unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down along with her boots. Finally Sadie was left in her bra and panties but even they were too much.

  “More,” she begged Mathis. “Take it all off. Please.”

  He nodded. “All right.” With quick, economical motions, he stripped her out of her bra and panties. Panting, Sadie lay in the cool moss under the full moon, trying to catch her breath.

  “You okay?” Mathis leaned over, looked down at her anxiously.

  “I don’t know,” she whispered honestly. She felt a little cooler now, thanks to the lovely soft moss. But the sensitivity and heat in her nipples and pussy hadn’t diminished a bit—in fact, if anything, the distressing sensations had grown. Even worse, the empty pain inside her was getting stronger all the time. “I feel so . . . so strange,” she whispered to Mathis. “So wrong inside.”

  “Wrong how, sweetheart?” he asked softly, stroking her cheek gently. “Tell me what I can do to help you.”

  “I . . . I think it’s the breeding heat,” Sadie admitted. “I feel so hot here”—she touched her nipples lightly—“and here.” She put a hand on her mound. “And I feel so empty inside. Is that what it feels like?” she asked Mathis. “Or is it something else?

  “I don’t know.” He frowned. “Never had the breeding heat myself, of course, and I’ve never been with a Juvie either. But I don’t know what else it could be.”

  “Can . . . can you help me?” Sadie asked him urgently. “Touch me? Taste me? Do something, Mathis—I can’t stand this!”

  Part of her couldn’t believe the demands she was making—was this really mousy little Sadie who had meekly agreed to leave the lights off every single time she made love for twenty years of marriage? Was this the woman who had kept her desires so tightly under wraps she could scarcely admit them, even to herself? The woman who did fund-raisers and bake sales and played the dutiful wife so well she never once complained about the lack of variety in her sex life or asked her husband if just once they could try something new?

  No, she thought, suddenly. That’s not me anymore.

  “Mathis,” she demanded again, opening her arms to him, putting herself on display. “Help me!”

  “I’ll try, sweetheart,” he growled softly. Bending down, he lapped gently around one stiff peak before sucking her nipple completely into his hot mouth.

  Sadie moaned at the delicious sensation and arched up, pressing her breasts up to meet him, begging for more. This was what she needed—she knew that now. This but more . . . so much more.

  “Please,” she whispered as Mathis switched sides and sucked her other tender bud between his lips. His close-cropped black beard scratched gently against her breast as he took her nipple deep, drawing on it hard until she moaned with pleasure. “Mathis!” she moaned, pressing up to meet him. “Mathis, please—that feels so good but I need more.”

  He let her nipple slip from between his lips and looked at her. “How much more do you need, sweetheart? God knows I’ll give you as much as I can.”

  “I need . . .” Sadie bit her lip, unsure how to proceed. “Well, Fiona said the only way to cure it—the breeding fever I mean—was to have a male, um, breed me.”

  “God, sweetheart, you don’t know how much I want to breed you.” Mathis’s voice was a low, hoarse growl. “But if I do that—if I breed you—my body will try to form a life-bond with you. And you know I can’t do that.”

  “I know you think you can’t,” Sadie countered. “But Fiona seemed to think you can. Please, Mathis—can’t you at least try? I’m in so much trouble here. I need you.” Indeed, though her nipples felt better, it felt like the tension that had eased in her breasts had been transferred to her pussy. She felt swollen and hot between her legs—desperate for his touch, nearly climbing out of her skin with desire.

  But Mathis was shaking his head.

  “You need a male who can bond you! I should Shift back to my Buck form and carry you back to town—find you an Alpha who can actually help you.”

  “I don’t want any other man,” Sadie protested. “And I won’t accept one.”

  He glared at her. “You’re damn stubborn, aren’t you? And here I thought your sister was the sassy one.”

  “Sammie has her moments.” Sadie gave him a fleeting smile. “But I can be just as stubborn as her. Please, Mathis . . .” She looked at him pleadingly. “I’m desperate—please don’t make me beg.”

  He shook his head indecisively. “I don’t want to do that to you—to breed you—except as a last resort.”

  “A last resort? What do you mean?”

  He ran a hand through his hair. “I mean . . . I think we should try to back the breeding fever down some first. Maybe your first Shift can be put off until the next full moon if you just come now.”

  “I don’t know,” Sadie said doubtfully. The pulling, drawing sensation between her thighs dragged at her—a void that needed desperately to be filled. “Mathis, I feel so empty inside.”

  “Let me just try, sweetheart,” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “I swear if coming on my tongue doesn’t help you, I’ll let you come on my cock.”

  His hot words sent a shiver of pure lust down Sadie’s spine.

  “You promise?” she whispered, looking up at him.

  Mathis growled softly. “I shouldn’t but . . . yeah, I give you my word. Only let me try making you come with my mouth first.”

  Sadie wasn’t about to deny him that pleasure. She still had vivid memories of his mouth on her the night before—she was certainly willing to repeat the experience.

  She started to spread her legs for him but Mathis stopped her.

  “No, baby.” His eyes were wide and wild in the moonlight. “No, get up on your hands and knees—I want to taste you from behind.”

  “From . . . from behind?” Sadie bit her lip, feeling suddenly nervous. Here was another position she’d never used much, again because Jeff had preferred missionary in the dark to almost anything else. If she hadn’t been so nervous she would have been irritated that twenty years of married sex hadn’t prepared her a bit for anything even remotely sensual or different.

  “Yeah, from behind. That’s breeding position,” Mathis murmured, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “That way if licking you doesn’t help, I can slide my cock right into your open pussy.”

  “God, Mathis!” His words sent a hot shiver of desire straight through her. Sadie had never realized how much she liked dirty talk before, but she was certainly finding out now. When the big Shifter told her what he wanted to do to her it seemed to light a fire inside her—one that only he could quench.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he growled as he got her into position, her hands and knees resting on the cool springy moss. “Spread your thighs wide for me. I need to get in there and lick your little pussy deep. Need to try and satisfy that breeding fever of yours with my tongue so you don’t have to take my cock.”

  “But . . . but I want to do that,” Sadie protested breathlessly. “I want you inside me, Mathis—filling me up.”

  “I will be, if there’s no other way,” he promised. “Now get down low,