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more. He stared at that part of her he knew he’d been the only man to ever know, then stared into her thick-lashed eyes, and whispered, “I’ll use my hands. I’ll put my tongue in you, baby.”
    Her blonde tresses flew around her face as she shook her head. “You know that’s no good. I’ll only end up straddling you, that is if I don’t completely kill you this time.” Her smile was humorless, as dry as the tone she used. And still, she kept touching herself, growing breathless.
    “Marly, what can I do?” he asked in desperation, his fingers curling into his hands.
    Her body was beautiful, as perfect as if it had been made to his specifications, and he felt impotent and plain scared that he wouldn’t be able to please her. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head dropping back on the bed when she slid a second hand between her legs.
    She moaned, her face tightening with lust as she stroked herself. Marcus swallowed a lump the size of a turnip. “Maybe I could go buy another dildo.”
    Her eyes flew open, her lips stretching blandly. “Oh, shoo. Don’t even bother. It doesn’t compare to you anyway.” Her smile vanished from her face in the same instant it had appeared, her eyes darkening as if haunted. “Oh, God, I want you again.” And he watched a little finger disappear inside her, swallowed by the turgid, coral lips of her sex down to the root.
    And Marcus’s cock was unresponsive. Numb.
    Yep.
    It was dead.
    His heart felt like a tin can, crushed inside his fist. “I hate to see you like this. I feel so useless.”
    She looked so vulnerable, so frustrated with herself, so enslaved to her needs. Her body shuddered lustily, and yet he could see the helplessness in her wide, innocent green eyes, the big loud “help” they silently screamed at him which just about tore him up.
    “Marcus, I feel so ashamed…this is worse than being a nympho…God, I feel so sick.”

    “Don’t.”
    Marcus ignored every aching muscle in his body as he crossed the room to pull her into his arms. He hugged her, holding her in a tight embrace.
    “I feel worse,” he confessed with a hoarsened voice. “I want to give you everything and I feel like shit that I can’t.” Her slim, womanly body trembled in his arms as he smoothed one hand down her back, trying to soothe her, though he knew it was something else she wanted from him now.
    Then he felt it; the smooth, silky, barely-there fur on her back. Shit .
    Wide-eyed, he took a peek past her shoulder, eyeing the area, then pulled back in horror. “Open your mouth.”
    A cat-like purr rumbled up her throat. “Hmm, are you going to kiss me?”
    He stuck a finger inside, felt her gums, her incisors. Yep, they’d grown a bit. Double fucking shit .
    “Hey!” she protested. “What are you, my dentist?”
    “Wait here.”
    He rushed out into the living room, his pains all but forgotten, and plopped onto the tall leather chair before the computer.
    And he Googled; Shifting. Lion Mating Habits.
    And spent the twenty minutes reading, and thinking…
    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
    Dr. Vilder was right, damn it, and he regretted not having really listened. Shifting.
    Five days in heat. Two were gone already. Three more to go, and then their life was back to normal. Until this need came back again. Now how the hell was Marcus to survive three days fucking every fifteen minutes? With no sleep, and barely time to eat?
    “What is it?” he heard voice behind his back.
    He swiveled around on the chair and stared at her. So lovely, so delicate and pretty, and always so happy. Why was this happening to her? Why was this happening to them ?
    “I think Vilder may be right, Marly.”
    “Of course he’s right; he’s a doctor.” She drew up beside him, curious as a cat, trying to get an eyeful of the computer screen. He caught her waist in his hands, drawing her at arm’s length.
    “We’ve got at least three days left and…” He didn’t finish the thought—couldn’t bear to.
    “…and