I Take Thee (3 page)

A shiver shot through her in reverse; starting in her calves, racing up her thighs, her back, to her breasts. As he laved her skin, she could feel the long, expert strokes of his tongue as though they were licking her pussy. He was advancing, his mouth wide open, kissing the tender skin behind her knee. Her cunt felt like exploding. She fisted her hands by her sides. “Marcus, dammit…”

She heard the growl before he set her leg down and moved, settling his weight on top of her. He grabbed her wrists and lifted her arms, pinning them above her head as he shoved his hips between her thighs, his pulsing heat pressing roughly against hers.

“You make me lose my fucking mind.”

She trembled at the coarse words, which only ignited her more. Her gaze clashed with his glowing one. “Fuck me. Fuck me now. Please.”

“Oh, I intend to, wife. I plan to fuck you good and hard.” She felt the bloated head of his cock push into her, then the full length of his column glide between her tissue folds, penetrating so slowly she thought she’d go crazy.

His hands tightened around her wrists as she dropped her head back and curved up to receive him. “Is that what you call hard?” she asked, her voice a tremulous murmur.

He nipped her lower lip, breathing into her mouth. “No.” His hot, wet tongue slipped in past her lips, withdrawing as quickly as it had entered. “I call this good.”

“Oh, yes, it’s good.”

He stretched her. Filled her. Pulsed inside her like a living, breathing thing.

Marly lifted her head and captured his lips with hers, rocking her hips with him inside her as she whispered, “Now give me hard.”

He pulled out to the head, his big, knowing hands expertly sliding down the inside of her arms, cupping her breasts. Thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples, tugging, pulling.

He knew how to touch her.

Where.

What drove her crazy with want.

What pushed her over the edge.

Eyes closed, she purred wantonly when his hands came back to hers above her head, his fingers lacing through her own. Palm to palm, he thrust inside her again. Rough.

Deep. Hands clenching on hers.

Pleasure assailed her with his impaling thrust, and with it, pain stemming from the fierceness of her need. Marcus growled, sucking the peak of one breast into his mouth.

She shuddered at the friction of his teeth on her nipples. Her sex twitched hungrily around his cock. Her spine arched slowly, while her limbs felt weighted down with tension.

His thrusts lengthened. His cock slipping in and out of her. Wet. Stiff. Fast.

And she went crazy.

Hissing, bucking up to meet him with her hips, her nails sank into the back of his hands. She surged forward, lips latching to his shoulder, teeth scraping. She ached to bite him, bite him as he kept fucking her, driving her to the brink of orgasm. A hot pressure built in her core. Each deep thrust tightening her more, and more, and more.

Her body tensed, an earth-shattering orgasm gathering force in her center, contracting every muscle in her. With a frustrated noise, she nipped at him, a bright red light flashing in her vision for a blinding second. “Marcus.”

I want to bite, eat, claw you, fuck you mad!

“Oh, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse.

He looked as out of control as she was. His eyes were shut, his face tight as he concentrated on each long stroke of his cock. “So good,” he whispered, pounding, squeezing her hands with his. “You’re so fucking good.”

Hissing out a breath, she caught his skin between her teeth and bit him hard on the neck. He choked out a sound—part grunt, part growl—and that primal sound undid her.

She let her own cries tear out of her as she bucked under him, her pussy rippling around his cock, milking him.

She came in swift, powerful spasms, shudders that seemed to go on forever. Marcus joined her with three more rampant thrusts and one raw, primal cry that seemed to tear out from the pit of him.

When she opened her eyes a thousand heartbeats later, it was to find him lying on his side, propped on one elbow, studying her face with a satisfied smile.

“That was awesome,” she breathed. Her smile was as much tired as pleased as she curled up against his chest, an arm going around his waist. “Did I hurt you?”

One big hand splayed over her back and pressed her closer to him. “Compared to yesterday? Nah.”

Marly went rigid at the reminder of what she’d done, overwhelmed with loathing for herself. As of two days ago, every ten to fifteen minutes she’d been turning into a sex-fiend, and she was afraid of putting such strain on Marcus.

For all his act, she could see her husband was worried about her. And no matter how capable she knew Marcus to be, both in bed and out of it, it was proving to be humanly impossible to satisfy her. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s happening to me.” Her voice broke, and she pursed her lips before she gave into a full-blown, weep-your-heart-out drama.

“Hey, I loved it.” He nuzzled her, brushing his lips over hers. “I said I’d take thee, in sickness and in health, and by God I’m fucking you all week if I die trying.”

She stiffened in shock, pulling back to stare at him with eyes as blank as dinner plates. “Baby, I don’t want you to die.”

She relaxed when she caught sight of his smile—a mischievous, Cheshire-cat smile—and then relaxed even more when he kissed her.

“Just following doctor’s orders.”

Thirteen hours and plenty of orgasms later, the phone rang, disturbing the silence that had momentarily settled in their cozy home. Marcus had been crossing the living room, heading toward the kitchen, barely able to walk and in sore need of some sustenance, when he heard the sound. It took him many winces and a couple of muttered

“dammits” to answer.

“Yeah?”

“Mr. Forrester?” a familiar voice asked on the other end.

“Doctor Vilder. Thank God!” He plopped down on the couch, covering his eyes with one hand and ready to spill his guts out.

“I hope you don’t mind, Mr. Forrester, I spoke with several of my colleagues about your wife’s case. We’re all here on conference, actually. Dr Phill, Dr. Greene, and Dr.

Goldberg, meet Mr. Forrester.”

Three unanimous salutes followed.

Marcus rubbed his eyes wearily. “Hey.”

“Mr. Forrester. We’re eager to know, how are things progressing?”

Marcus twisted his neck to stare into the bedroom, catching a sight of Marly’s naked limbs through the open door, then turned back to the phone and cupped the receiver. “My cock is raw. I feel completely emasculated. I can’t get it up soon enough.”

A deathly silence followed, then a steady, “Our interest is running more toward Mrs.

Forrester.”

“Oh, yes, of course. Well…” He turned to look at her again, eyeing those creamy, long limbs over the bed with manly appreciation. “She’s fine. More than fine. She’s…”

Gorgeous. Amazing. Horny as hell.

“Has she shifted yet?”

“Shifted?”

“You see, Dr. Greene and Dr. Phill believe she might shift one of these days. It’s a myth, really. None of us have actually seen it happen, and yet several patients with similar problems claim it is so.”

Marcus had other, more pressing things to worry about, and they were all he could handle right now. He whispered into the receiver, “Doctor, I can’t satisfy her. I can’t…fill her. She’s unstoppable.”

“If she does shift, don’t be alarmed. It will probably be toward the third day,” Dr.

Vilder said.

To which Marcus replied, “I couldn’t even go to work today for fear she’d rape the mailman or something.”

“And if she does shift, we’d love to have a look at her at the office,” Dr. Vilder continued.

“Tell me, doctor,” Marcus said gravely. “Is there anything more potent than Cialis?”

Another long silence ensued, then a weird coughing that resembled someone trying to hide his laughter. “Mr. Forrester, I don’t think so.”

“Doctor, this is no joke.”

“Well, I suggest you keep her under a leash, no pun intended. Maybe get the assistance of some toys?”

“We have some, or at least had some. She broke them.”

“Honey?”

Marcus stiffened at the sound of Marly’s voice. “Oh, shit.”

“Pardon?” Dr. Vilder asked. The other doctors seemed to have gone mute, no doubt a little overcome by the Forrester’s unusual circumstances.
Tell me about it
, was all Marcus thought. It seemed like a dream come true, to have a wanton female he just happened to adore so damned ready to fuck, and yet after each session, this was starting to feel more and more like a nightmare.

“Got to go, doctors. If I can, I’ll call you from the morgue.”

He slammed the phone back into its cradle and pushed himself to his feet. If he made an effort, maybe he’d reach their bedroom by midnight, and by then there was no telling what he might encounter. A full grown cat maybe.

He winced when he finally got to the threshold and gazed at her from across the room. “Baby, if we keep this up I just know my dick’s going to fall off.”

“I know, this is insane!” She rolled over on the bed to face him, propping up on one elbow while her other hand dipped to stroke the scented valley between her legs, her breasts thrusting out to him like offerings.

She was sweaty, flushed, and by the way her neatly-trimmed pussy glowed, she was ready for 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 your cock is raw?” she added for him. Her elegant brows had risen, more like in dare than in question.

He pursed his lips, finding the knowledge about his uncooperative cock as distasteful as any testosterone-driven being would. Damn, this was embarrassing. “I think we’re going to need reinforcements,” he admitted.

“Reinforcements?” The word seemed to have piqued her interest. “As in?”

“I don’t know.” He dropped his hands to his sides, suddenly lacking the courage to look her in the eye. He swiveled back toward the computer, staring unseeingly at the screen. “A professional. Someone who can go at it all night, take turns with me.”

She propped her hip against the side of the desk, her eyes lighting with…was that interest? “Really? You’d do that for me?”

He wasn’t sure he completely liked the enthusiasm there, in her voice, the depths of her pretty cat-like eyes. “Maybe,” he grudgingly admitted. And boy, did he feel like shit for saying that. He felt less than a man. Only half a man. A quarter of a man. To not be able to please your own wife…