She moved from the safety of the other two men, glancing back at Taber as though for reassurance.
“Dayan is trying to force her to move in with him,” Sherra said as she began to help Doc pack their supplies. “His desire for her frightens her.”
Dawn paled. Callan breathed a weary sigh. There were days he wondered if they would survive with their sanity in tact.
“Take her home with you, Sherra,” Callan ordered. “I don’t want her left alone.”
He ignored Dawn’s look of surprised thankfulness.
“Keep her there,” he continued. “I’ll have my hands full running Ms. Tyler off. I need no other worries.”
“Good luck,” Doc said as he studied a page from the thick notebook he had stolen from the lab years ago.
“What have you found?” Callan frowned, easing closer.
Jacob Martin shook his head worriedly, his lined face creasing into a scowl as he read the information he had found.
“There was a case of this, with the first Leo created, about ten years before you. He was kept in another location. This occurred with a female scientist, actually.” He turned worried eyes to Callan. “It affects not just you, Callan, but the woman as well. The two of you are in a ‘mating frenzy’.”
“Mating frenzy?” Callan asked carefully.
“I must have missed this, because you’ve never displayed these symptoms before.” The scientist shook his head in confusion. “It’s just a small notation, really. The Leo and the female were destroyed, so there were no tests done regarding the phenomena. But extreme sexual distress, fevered conditions, heightened senses, the ability to scent the female’s arousal, were all notated. The scientist labeled it as ‘mating frenzy’. A condition similar to that of feline animals.”
Callan sat down as he breathed out wearily.
“No tests mean no way of knowing what will happen,” he said wearily. Doctor Martin shook his head. “There was mention that several scientists wanted to study it, see if the Leo could breed with the woman, but those over the project wouldn’t allow it. They destroyed the pair.”
Callan braced his elbows on his legs, his hands hanging between his knees as he lowered his head, shaking it in horror. The decisions of life and death were made so easily within the hell they had been created in.
“Someone has to keep an eye on the woman. I need those tests from her, Callan,” the doctor warned him. “We need to track this, for the others if for no other reason. If it happens with you, then it will happen with them. And we don’t know if the woman is in any danger from this.”
Callan wondered if the night could possibly get any worse.
“You need to check on her, Cal,” Sherra warned him. “Or let one of us.”
“I’ll do it,” he growled, he wanted none of the other males around her. “I’m taking the cell. Doc, you and Sherra hang around here for now. I’ll contact you if she’s still—” He shrugged.
“Horny?” Sherra grinned mischievously.
“Aroused,” he bit out. “I’ll let you know when you can leave.”
* * * * *
Merinus was aroused. She lay on the sleeping bag within her tent, naked, her body sheened in sweat, pulsating, throbbing with a fever of lust. Her hands cupped her br**sts, her fingers pressing against the hard ni**les and she couldn’t contain her moan. It felt so good. Almost as good as when Callan had touched her there. She rolled the hard little points between her fingers, her head tossing. Her br**sts were so swollen, so sensitive, they were nearly painful.
Her skin tingled. One hand ran over the damp contours of her flat stomach to the smooth flesh between her thighs. Slick, wet heat greeted her fingers. Her cl*t throbbed, pulsed. She shivered at the feel of her own fingers glancing over the hard little button. Need arched like electricity over her body. Hungry, consuming. She wanted, needed Callan.
She admitted she was in a hell of a mess now. Somehow, someway he had made her crazed for his touch, his kiss. That kiss had been so hot, spicy. The taste of his mouth lingered in hers, making her crave more of it.
Her fingers slid down the thickly coated slit of her cunt. Her thighs tightened, her legs trembled. Oh, she ached. Her fingers tweaked at her ni**les, pulling at them, tightening around them until she was moaning heatedly. Her h*ps bucked against her fingers as they circled her clit. Oh, that felt good. But not as good as Callan could make it feel. She wanted to feel his mouth on her clit, sucking, his tongue stroking it as he had her ni**les.
She panted for air now. Remembering the moist, heated warmth of his mouth. Her fingers moved more firmly on her clit, a moan working from her throat as heat swelled in her, around her. She was on fire. Dying. What had he done to her?
“Callan,” she whispered his name tremulously.
She would laugh, if she weren’t so hot. If the need pulsing through her body wasn’t so intense, so
searing.