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  “Reese . . .” She held out a hand to him weakly. “Please . . . please . . .”

  “Hang on, darlin’. I got you.” He scooped her swiftly into his arms and cuddled her close to his broad, bare chest. “It’s okay. Everything is okay now,” he murmured.

  Jo buried her face in his neck and breathed in his warm, masculine musk, dragging the wild scent of fur and dark, male spice into her lungs as though it was oxygen and she was drowning.

  At once the awful, unbearable agony eased. Her muscles, which had been locked tight with pain, finally stopped seizing and relaxed. With a moan of pure relief, she went limp in his arms.

  “Oh, Reese,” she gasped, still lightheaded from the aftermath of the dreadful pain. “Thank the Goddess you’re here. How did you . . . ?”

  “Hitched a ride in your knapsack in my tiny form,” he murmured, stroking the hair out of her eyes. “I figured you might be headed for trouble. I’m sorry I was right.”

  “Thank you for coming with me,” Jo whispered. “After the way I treated you—”

  “Don’t worry about any of that now, darlin’. Just need to make sure you’re safe and well.”

  “I . . . I think I’m okay now that you’re touching me.” Jo looked around cautiously. “Where did Bianca and that awful Mr. X go?”

  Reese scanned the area alertly while he held her close in his arms. “I don’t see or sense either the other witch or that fucked up hyena thing. What did you say his name was?”

  “I don’t know, really—Bianca just called him Mr. X. He’s from some pharmaceutical company. He gave her the formula to activate my Shifter Gene.”

  “Didn’t look like any pharmaceutical rep I ever saw,” Reese muttered. “He looked like a fucking unnatural abomination.”

  “He’s a Skin Walker,” Jo told him in a low voice. “What I mistook you for when I first saw you Shift. He—ahhh!”

  “What, darlin’? What is it? What’s wrong?” Reese was looking at her anxiously as she moaned and twisted in his arms.

  “The pain . . .” Jo could barely get the words out. “It’s back but it’s . . . different.”

  In fact it wasn’t a pain so much this time as a need. The need to be touched, tasted, filled, fucked . . . Bred, you need to be bred, Jo, whispered a little voice in her head.

  Jo knew it was true. Her nipples were tight, achy buds at the tips of her breasts and her pussy was suddenly painfully sensitive. She had to spread her legs to ease the ache of her throbbing clit, begging for attention. Not only that, but she felt empty, so empty inside.

  And yet, despite the intense pain and need, she still hesitated.

  Fiona had told her that when the breeding heat was on her, her past would be burned to ashes in the fire of her lust. And to Jo’s surprise, it seemed to be true. She could still remember the past—remember all that had been done to her—but it didn’t stop her from wanting Reese desperately. She felt just as she had after performing the lust and fidelity spell—almost frantic to have him in her.

  So it wasn’t her past that was stopping her. It was guilt.

  This is wrong, whispered the little voice in her head. Your chastity was promised to the Goddess! Not only that, this is the Sacred Glade where male energy is strictly forbidden. Are you really going to break your vow and profane a holy spot all at the same time? Have you no shame at all left?

  I’ll die if I don’t, she argued with herself. I need Reese—I have to have him or the pain will tear me apart!

  Speaking of Reese, he was still looking at her anxiously.

  “Jo,” he murmured. “Are you all right? Your cheeks are all flushed and your eyes . . . they’re wild.”

  Jo put a hand to her cheek and felt how hot she was. In fact, her entire body was feeling overheated, despite the fact that she was outside on a cold autumn night, completely naked and sitting in the chilly grass.

  “I . . . Reese,” She heard herself say. “I need . . . I need . . .” But then she couldn’t go on—couldn’t say what she needed so desperately or beg him to give it to her.

  Reese understood anyway.

  “I know what you need, darlin’,” he growled softly. “The only question is, how to give it to you without making you feel hurt or frightened.”

  “Maybe . . .” Jo licked her suddenly dry lips and tried again. “Maybe we could start with some of the . . . some of the things we’ve already been doing,” she suggested.

  His eyes blazed. “Good idea. But I think you should take the lead. I don’t want to push you too far.”

  That seemed fair enough to Jo.

  “All . . . all right,” she whispered.

  “Good. Then do what you want.” He took his arms from around her and leaned backward, resting his hands on the cool grass as he looked at her. “Take what you need from me, darlin’.”

  As always, his willingness to let her take the lead seemed to kindle Jo’s lust even more. Her heart thundered in her chest and her mouth was too dry to talk but that was all right—she knew what she needed.

  Pushing the shrill little voice of her guilt away, she straddled him so they were face to face. She could feel the hard, throbbing shaft of his cock pressed between their bellies but she didn’t care. Right now she just wanted to get some relief from the burning need that threatened to consume her.

  Raising up on her knees, she pressed one of her aching nipples to his lips.

  Reese opened for her at once, sucking the tight bud into the heat of his mouth and slowly swirling his tongue around and around her areola and nipple until Jo thought she was going to go crazy.

  “More,” she managed to whisper. “Harder, Reese, please.”

  He sucked harder, taking her breast deep in his mouth and bathing her with his heat.

  Jo moaned and gripped his hair. The strong suction seemed to be shooting sparks of pleasure straight from her tender tips right to the aching cleft of her pussy. Goddess, that felt good!

  And then Reese was switching to the other nipple and sucking it deep in his mouth too as he pinched and tugged her other peak until she moaned and gasped and rubbed herself shamelessly against him.

  Suddenly she knew she wanted that hot mouth someplace else . . . lower down on her body. The breeding heat inside her demanded it.

  Pulling her nipple free of his sucking mouth, she pressed gently against his broad shoulders.

  “Jo?” Reese made her name a question. Again, it was hard to talk but somehow she managed to whisper a little.

  “Lower . . .” She pushed at him again. “Need . . . your mouth lower, Reese.”

  His eyes flashed gold in the moonlight.

  “My pleasure, darlin’.”

  Lying on his back in the grass, he beckoned for her to come up to him.

  For a moment, Jo bit her lip and hung back.

  Are you really going to do this? The voice of her guilt demanded. Really going to go so far right here under the light of the Goddess herself?

  But try as she might, Jo couldn’t resist the temptation. Crawling up Reese’s lean, muscular torso and over his broad, bare shoulders, she straddled his face and positioned his head just under her pussy.

  “Gods, darlin’!” she heard Reese groan. “That’s right—come down on me. Come down and ride my face.”

  Jo couldn’t stop herself—didn’t want to stop herself. Gripping his thick hair in one hand and steadying herself on one broad shoulder, she lowered her aching pussy to his waiting mouth.

  She heard Reese give a groan of pure hunger and then his big hands were at her waist, holding her up, helping her ride him.

  Jo moaned as she felt his hot tongue part her throbbing pussy lips and bathe her inner folds. God, it felt good . . . so good, even though she knew it was wrong with every fiber of her being.

  The coven will have to stop using this place for their rites, she thought deliriously. Some of them will probably want to burn it if they find out what I’ve done here—how I’ve polluted the Glade with my lust!

  But someh