“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that, Sherra. But it’s my body, my decision,” Merinus bit out, then tipped the
bottle up and finished the beer. It wasn’t enough. She needed something to chill her out now. She opened the refrigerator and grabbed another.
She popped the lid quickly and took a long drink.
“Dangerous, Merinus.” Sherra walked toward her, frowning at the drink. “We don’t know how alcohol will mix with this chemical reaction between you and Callan.”
“Guess we’re about to find out then.” Merinus laid the bottle along her temple. It was cool and comforting against her flushed skin. “Can you turn the a/c down a little further, Sherra?” She asked. “It’s hot in here.”
She closed her eyes, the appliance now supporting her as she breathed heavily. It was stifling, and only growing warmer.
“It’s not the a/c, Merinus,” Sherra told her, her voice quiet. “It’s the reaction. The withdrawal. You need to go to Callan.”
“I can control this,” Merinus said, more to convince herself than Sherra. “It will just take time.”
She took another drink of the beer, finally feeling the effects of it beginning to penetrate the haze of lust. Mating frenzy, what a hell of a name to call it, she thought. She had never seen her damned cats act this way. They screamed and squalled and got it on and then were done with each other. This was ridiculous.
“Merinus, the alcohol could have severe affects—” Sherra began to caution her.
“So could sex with Callan,” she argued. “For God’s sake, Sherra, his little soldiers are counteracting the contraceptive you keep poking in my arm. His sperm is changing and becoming normal, and only God knows when I’ll start ovulating, if I’m not doing so on a daily basis. I do not want to end up pregnant by a man who doesn’t love me or need me other than to scratch some f**king chemical itch that’s developed between us. Why can’t you guys understand that?”
Merinus could feel the anger raging inside her now. It did this before. She remembered that. That day in the lab, when Sherra and the doctor wouldn’t stop touching her, poking at her. She eased over to the table and sat down. The pain had come next. Great blinding waves of erotic pain that left her weak and gasping. Then Callan had kissed her. The taste of him, male and spicy, so hot, had made her crazy to beg him to f**k her. But it had eased the terrible craving. Maybe all she needed was a kiss?
She could handle a kiss. His lips rough and hot, his tongue plunging into her mouth, caressing hers, mimicking the movements his c**k would make later, driving her insane for more. Or his tongue plunging between her legs. That’s where she wanted it. Lapping at her, f**king into her needy pu**y as he growled against the folds of skin. She finished the beer quickly.
“I’m going to go lay down.” She stood up, sagged momentarily, but gathered her strength and toddled to the couch. Damn, a few beers had never affected her this way before.
“I’ll sit here with you for a while,” Sherra sighed, following close behind her. “You should let me help you into bed at least, Merinus.”
“Nope. I am not getting within three rooms of Callan. Damn him. A whole house isn’t enough space right now.”
“It would be if you would stop fighting it,” Sherra suggested. Merinus collapsed on the couch. She tucked herself against the back, folding her body tight, feeling the waves of aroused pain beginning to build.
“Go away,” Merinus muttered. “I don’t need this right now.”
The first wave rocked her body. Merinus closed her eyes, fighting to relax against the heat, the hard slam of rushing demand that washed over her. She breathed deeply, feeling her vagina spasm in a harsh wave, and her juices ease from her body. Her panties would be soaked in no time, she thought with a depressed sigh.
This was unlike anything she had ever known could exist. They should bottle whatever it was Callan had that did this. It could make a fortune. An aphrodisiac unlike any other. Sherra didn’t leave. Merinus was aware of her sitting quietly beside her on the couch, watching her closely. Like a damned germ under a microscope, Merinus thought snidely. That was how she was beginning to feel. Minutes later she was aware of Sherra rushing from the room. It didn’t take her long to return. Of course, she had her little basket of goodies with her.
“Open your mouth.”
Merinus groaned, but did as she was asked. A swab stroked over her dry mouth. What good it was going to do them, Merinus had no idea. Then she clenched her teeth, trying not to fight the next wave of lustful demand. It was harder than the last, pulling at her womb, tightening her cunt. Damn, she would strangle Callan’s c**k if he got inside her now.
“Vaginal sample.” Sherra moved towards her.
“Try it and I’ll kill you,” Merinus gasped. “Leave my damned pu**y alone. It has enough problems right now.”
But she didn’t fight when the swab eased quickly past the leg of her shorts and swiped through the juices at her vaginal entrance.
“I’m a f**king sex experiment,” Merinus groaned.
“I really need a blood sample now,” Sherra worried. “It’s really important.”
“You guys should have been vampires,” Merinus bitched, but she held her arm out as Sherra pushed the coffee table close to the couch for her to rest it upon.
“I won’t touch you unless I have to,” Sherra promised
“Damned good thing. But wait just a minute,” Merinus gasped. A shiver began in her womb, slowly working over her body, building, almost like a cl**ax until Merinus was gasping for breath, her fists clenching as her body was rocked by a demand that took her breath. She heard Sherra curse violently as she moved back from her.