The beast sent a feeling to me—something like “you’re welcome” although it wasn’t expressed in words. I wondered how I was able to communicate with him—was it because we were supposedly “Fated Mates”, as Nick had speculated earlier? For whatever reason, it seemed we had a mental connection while he was in this form—one I was incredibly grateful for.
But the next thing the beast did made me gasp.
He was crouched down by the side of the breeding bench—which I was still strapped to—and now he ducked his head under it in order to reach me.
I gasped in shock as his long, pink tongue slipped out and I felt it slide around one of my still-dripping nipples. Nick’s beast seemed to like the taste of my nectar, because he lapped my other nipple too, curling his long tongue around it and teasing the sensitive tip, almost as though he was encouraging the nectar to flow for him.
“Hey, now…” I said in an unsteady voice as he continued to lap my nipples. “You, uh, maybe you shouldn’t be doing that, okay?”
But I sounded uncertain, even to myself. The truth was, now that the immediate danger of McCain and his cronies was gone, the Breeding Fever had me in its grip once again. I could feel my entire body throbbing with need and every time the beast curled that long, pink tongue of his around my nipples, it shot shockwaves of pleasure straight from my breasts to my pussy. Still, I shouldn’t let Nick’s beast do this to me…should I?
“I…I think you ought to stop now,” I told him again, trying to make my voice firm.
But the feeling I got in return was a firm negative.
“You…want. You…need,” the beast sent to me, again not in words, but that’s the best way I can convey what he said.
“Well, yes,” I admitted in a low voice. “I…I have the Breeding Fever. But we shouldn’t—”
“Should,” Nick’s beast assured me with complete confidence. “Females in Fever must be bred…or they die.”
“Yes, but I’m only supposed to do this with Nick—not you,” I protested breathlessly. “We can’t…we shouldn’t…”
The beast abruptly stopped licking my nipples and I thought for a moment—with a mixture of relief and regret—that he was going to listen to me. But then I felt something hot and wet sliding between my exposed pussy lips and I knew I had been wrong.
“Honey…so sweet,” the beast sent me as he lapped my open pussy.
I moaned and writhed against the leather bonds that held me. Oh God, I shouldn’t be doing this but it felt so damn good—felt like exactly what my body needed!
Nick is going to be upset, I thought, knowing it was probably true. After all, if we kept this up, we really would be breaking both of the Unbreakable Laws at once, just as McCain had wanted. But somehow I couldn’t bring myself to protest again as I felt the long, hot tongue find the mouth of my pussy.
I moaned and actually tilted my hips up, offering the beast better access to my unprotected cunt. I knew I shouldn’t but the Breeding Fever was making me crazy. I gave a low cry of pleasure as I felt the long tongue slide all the way inside me, filling me, though not nearly as much as I needed to be filled.
At that point, the beast really got into it. I felt big, hard hands on my inner thighs, spreading me open even wider, making me feel more vulnerable than I ever had in my life. And then he dived in again.
Nick’s beast spent a long time crouching behind me, lapping and tasting my pussy. He seemed to like the flavor of my honey as much in this form as he had when he was completely human. I gave up trying to stop him and just tilted my hips back and spread my thighs wider, submitting to the long, hot tongue lapping me and invading my inner channel.
The beast teased my tender clit, making me moan and writhe, forcing me to make even more of my juices for him. As soon as he had me dripping again, he would slide his tongue inside me, filling me as he lapped out my pussy thoroughly before sliding it out to tease my aching button once more.
I don’t know how long this went on for. It felt like forever because every time I was about to come, the beast stopped teasing my clit and slid his tongue inside my pussy again. I knew what I was doing was wrong and would probably upset Nick greatly if he remembered when he came back to his human form, but I just couldn’t seem to stop myself. It felt so damn good and my body was on fire from the Breeding Fever.
“Please!” I was moaning as I writhed in my bonds. “Please, Nick or whoever you are—please, I need to come! Need to come so bad!”