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Davidson sucked in a deep breath. His eyes went wide and he
screamed. His thrashing increased and he fought beneath her, for what she
wasn’t sure. But he was desperate. Desperate to escape, to free his cock from
this clamping, sucking, excruciating pressure. Desperate for release.

Inside her, deep inside her slick, taut cunt, his cock
surged, bulged. His cries rose higher and higher as the passion, the insanity,
the orgasm took him. And as he came, as his cock spit wave after wave of hot,
sticky jizz into her sweltering canal, she came as well. And she collapsed on
Davison’s sweat-soaked, heaving form.

But Kale wasn’t done.

He lifted her ass higher. Davidson slipped out with a
whimper and Kale offered a guttural groan as the internal pressure lifted.
Resistance disappeared.

“Oh yeah,” he snarled and began to fuck her ass faster and
harder, sluicing in and out as she whimpered and moaned and shuddered beneath
him.

That warmth—that blissful, wriggling hunger in her ass—grew
and expanded, sending a raging need slicing through her body. She started
thrusting back at Kale, taking him deeper and deeper, opening her legs wider,
cursing at him and demanding he move faster, go deeper.

He complied, wrenching in and out of her at a breathtaking
rate, slamming into her ass with a rod as stiff and long as a pike. And then…

He came. His cum was scalding hot. It burned up into her,
flooding her ass with millions of tiny protein-filled sperm, feeding the raging
hunger, sating her. She cried out as the second climax took her. It pressed
over her, riding on the tail of the first, compounding it. Exacerbating it.
Dominating it.

Her entire body convulsed in endless ecstasy. Nerves
screamed. Lungs burned. Her womb wept as her cunt and ass quivered in twining
twin orgasms.

She came a little again when Kale pulled out. He collapsed
in a panting, twitching pile at her side, holding his cock in a tight fist. A
dribble of drool trickled down his chin.

She crawled off Davidson, who curled himself into a little
ball and began rocking, muttering to himself and sobbing.

Sage looked down at them, from one to the other, a sudden
disgust crawling through her. As she picked up her scattered clothing and
dressed, they remained there on the floor next to each other, weak and wasted,
nearly naked, completely unmanned.

She turned up her nose at their withering cocks and left the
room. They were worthless to her now.

It was time to find fresh meat.

Chapter Four

“Well, you’re not pregnant.” Riley tossed the pee stick into
the trash can and peeled off his gloves. He stood there, on the other side of
the room as if she had a disease. He frowned at her. “I have to ask. How long
have you been sexually active, Sage?”

She looked at him from beneath her lashes, soaking in his
presence. Since he’d rejected her the other day, she’d been obsessed with the
thought of tossing him to the ground and fucking the shit out of him. She
wanted him more than ever but he seemed even more remote.

This was going to take some work. Riley wasn’t Sanders or
Davidson or Browning, or any of the other horny fucks in the billet who would
whip it out and shoot their cum into her at the drop of a hat. Riley was going
to require a very cautious approach.

“Just a couple days.” She rearranged the drape he’d given
her. She was naked beneath it, her quim making damp stains on the cot.

“Since the day you passed out?”

She glanced at him. “I just can’t seem to help myself.”

He crossed his arms. As though that could keep him safe.
“And why did you think you might be pregnant?”

She rubbed her belly. “I’m swollen. Here. And I ache. Have
strange…cravings.”

He took a step closer. “Is your abdomen distended?”

She leaned back on the cot and smoothed the drape over her
slightly protruding belly. “I don’t know.” She pressed at the knot. It was
bigger than before. “Maybe you could tell me.”

He paused. About halfway to the cot. “Sage. This is a
medical examination.”

“I know, Riley. I’m really worried.”

Oh, her body was changing. In ways she couldn’t fathom. But
frankly she was much more interested in his hands on her. His cock in her. His
spitting cum. Nothing else mattered, not really.

And he was nearly there.

Pulling up a chair, he sat next to her and slowly palpated
her abdomen in a circular rotation.

Sage held her muscles tight so he wouldn’t notice her
shiver. How she ached for this. For him.

He found a tender spot and pressed, his brow furrowed. “This
is…odd.” His gaze flicked to hers. “It feels like a tumor…but wait. Did that
just move?”

He leaned closer. His scent surrounded her. A thrill wove
through her, a heaviness settled in her belly.

“Yes. It moved… Sage, have you had any other unusual
symptoms?”

She bit her lip to hide her smile. “There is something else
that’s kind of strange.”

Slowly, she inched the hem of the drape up her thighs,
exposing the nest between her legs. She opened her pussy lips.

“Look at my clit,” she whispered. “See how swollen it is.
See how it throbs.”

And it did. She could feel it, as though it was alive,
quivering. He leaned closer and her heart leapt. Her belly lurched.

He touched the turgid protuberance and she shuddered. He
prodded. Probed. Something within her clit licked and lashed.

He froze. Blinked. “What the hell was that?”

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His touch had triggered the
heat, the hunger. The power of her passion made her mute.

“Sage, what was that?”

“What was what?” she choked, trying desperately not to
wriggle and squirm as he continued to probe her clit. It swelled even more.
Came alive. Breathed.

“There was something there…on your clitoris.”

“Mmmm.” She reclined onto the cot, spreading her legs wider.
The heat within her was excruciating. She needed his touch. Needed his passion.
She stroked her dampening slit and held it open, wide. “Won’t you examine me?”

He knelt beside the cot and did so, but with a dispassionate
doctor’s eye. Still, even though his touch was cool and impersonal, the rough
rasp of his finger on her clit was divine. She arched with each delicious pass.
A burning tendril of delight snaked through her, out of her. She whimpered and
writhed.

“There it is again… Oh my God.” He glanced up at her, his
expression stunned. “It’s like a vine…flicking out of your urethra.”

“It hurts,” she complained. A pout.

He grabbed it, whatever it was, and gently tugged. Sage felt
it move within her, resist the pull.

“Ouch!” Riley quickly released it. He put his finger to his
lips and sucked.

Her mouth watered at the sight. She smiled. Because she
knew. She knew. Somehow she knew what had just happened.

She knew he was hers.

“What is it?” she asked, gently tracing the suddenly
distended veins on his neck. Slowly, she drew him closer and closer to her
core.

“I don’t know.” His eyes had gone all glassy. His face,
pale. “I think it bit me.”

She arched closer, closer to his lips. She could feel his
hot breath against her pubic hair, her wet slit. Ah. Nearly there.

“Bite it back.” Words growled, born of sheer desperation.
Her clit ached, strained, begged for the touch of his lips, his tongue.

And then he was there.

Oh God! Then he was there.

His warm mouth closed on her engorged nub and he sucked her
in. Sucked her in and nibbled and nipped and devoured her. He orgasm came
quickly but it was a hollow victory, an empty bliss. She needed more. More. She
needed his cock. His cum.

“Riley.” She pushed against him but he ignored her, kept
feasting. She threaded her fingers through his hair and yanked him up, off her.
She stared into his bleary eyes. “Fuck me, Riley.”

A muscle in his cheek bunched at her words. Without a moment
of thought, he stripped off his pants and climbed onto the cot. Like a wild
thing, an animal, he flipped her over onto her belly and pushed in. Her cunt
was wet and welcoming; his cock was long and thin. He nudged her womb with the
first thrust and she came again.

She didn’t like this position. She had no control over the
movements, save pushing back against him. She had no access to his neck, his
beautiful neck, which she longed to suck. But she liked his forcefulness. She
liked the way his harsh grasp dug into her ass cheeks, the way he made her move
with his rhythm. She liked the long, smooth, deep strokes caressing her, rubbing
against something essential and primal deep inside.

“More,” she huffed.

The cot screeched against the floor with the insistent
drives of his body but neither of them cared. They were wrapped in the
sensation, rapt with the urgent, pounding pleasure.

His cock thickened. She tightened the walls of her cunt
against his insistent strokes. Pushing back, she arched and wriggled her hips
to get him deeper, deeper in her.

He made small feral grunts, groans and muttered curses. Like
an animal he took her, hard and hot and messy.

She wanted more. Needed more.

And there. There! She felt it coming. Could sense its
approach.

Everything within her curled into a tight ball.

Behind her, Riley stiffened. His growl rumbled through her
body. He tried to pull out, to push against her, but she wouldn’t release him.
She needed his cum. She needed it. So she held him, stroked him, urged him on
as he filled her, spurt after orgasmic spurt of warm, salty drops. And when he
finished, she held him still, milking him with the swollen walls of her cunt.
Milking every drop.

Until the hunger waned. Until the tight ache eased. Until
she was sated.

She had been fed.

“What the hell did you do to me?”

Sage glanced over her shoulder to see Sanders framed by the
door of her lab, frowning at her. She looked him up and down. Her lip curled in
distaste. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Come on, Green.” He waved at his crotch—his bulging crotch.
“My cock is still hard.”

She glanced at the lump in his pants with disinterest and
turned back to her microscope. Her work was far more interesting than his
hard-on. She’d already had her fill of his sperm. She didn’t want anything to
do with him now. She certainly didn’t want to have to deal with this.

But he wouldn’t let it go. “Seriously, Green. What’d you
do?” When she didn’t respond, he grabbed her arm and whipped her around to face
him. “My God. It was like you were fucking me.”

She leveled him with a look. “I was.”

“That’s not what I mean. It was the weirdest thing. When I
was fucking you…you were…I don’t know…
fucking
me.”

Sage sighed and shook off his arm. “You liked it.”

He blinked. “Damn straight I did. But now…”

“Now?”

“My fucking cock is still hard.”

She smirked. “Most men wouldn’t complain.”

A noise in the hallway caught her attention and she looked
up to see Dan standing there, his arms crossed. He didn’t look happy.

But he did look delicious. His chin was still dusted with
dark prickles. Sage wondered how they would feel when she tested them with her
tongue. And ah. There on his neck…

He’d been avoiding her lately. At least, that’s what she
suspected. But he wasn’t avoiding her now.

She smiled at him. “Did you want something, commander?”

His frown darkened. “I need to see you in my office. Now.”

Sage flicked a glance at Sanders, who was still obsessing
over his hard-on. “Sure. We were through here. Weren’t we, Sanders?”

Oh. They were through, all right.

Dan could barely contain his fury, could barely wait for the
door to close behind Sage before he lit in. “What the hell is going on with
you? First I have to referee a fistfight between Kale and Davidson over which
one bagged you first and then I hear that, to a man, you’ve fucked the entire
science team.”

Sage shrugged. Dan tried very hard not to notice how her
hair hit her shoulders with the movement. Hell, he tried not to notice a lot of
things.

“I got horny.”

He blinked, willing away a sudden thrill in his solar
plexus. “I’ve known you for years, Sage. You don’t get horny.”

No. She
never
did.

Damn it all.

He knew why she was the way she was. She’d gotten drunk one
night years ago and told him all about her father, the sick fuck.

Yeah. He got it.

But this… This, he didn’t get.

She sauntered over to him—yes, Sage Green sauntered—and
walked her fingers up his chest. She was so close he could see the pulse in her
throat. It was beating a rapid tattoo. “I’m horny now.”

Dan pulled away. God, was that hard.

So was something else.

There’d always been an elusive and alluring air about her.
But now a cloud of sensuality surrounded her.

Just breathing her scent made him a little woozy. “I’m
worried about you.”

“Worried?”

Hell. She was touching him again. Her hand, a silky serpent,
slid up his thigh. He grabbed her wrist before she found evidence of his
arousal. He was her boss, for God’s sake.

“Damn it, Green. This isn’t professional.”

“Professionals fuck.”

A shiver skittered down his spine. That word. Her lips.
Bloody hell. “They don’t fuck everyone on the team.”

Her grin was mischievous, nearly taunting. “I haven’t fucked
everyone on the team.”

“Not yet.” He meant it to be sarcasm but somehow it sounded
like a complaint.

Sage moved closer. She rubbed her chest against his and his
heart surged. A red tide crept up his neck.

She was so soft, so warm against him. “Give me some time,
commander.”

He sucked in a breath and forced himself to step away,
though she followed him, cornered him. She had no idea how many nights he’d
spent thinking about her, fisting his cock in frustrated rage. She had no idea
how weak his defenses were.

“Sage…I’m warning you.”

She backed him up against the wall and ran a nail across his
nipple. His knees went weak as the blood rushed to his groin.

“What are you going to do? Punish me?”

Hot, searing heat slashed through him, and all his
defenses—along with his sanity—crumbled.

“Yes. Goddamn it,” he snarled. “I am.”

He spun her around and dragged her to the desk, bending her
over the wooden edge, her ass in the air. Before she had time to respond, his
hand landed, hard, on her bottom. She cried out but it wasn’t in pain or
fright. She cried out in pure passion and wriggled her ass.

So he smacked her again. And again. And again.

He infused each stroke with years of frustration and
jealousy and wanting. The flat slap of each spank echoed off the walls of his
small office, mingling with her cries and his guttural grunts of exertion.

And when he paused—frankly, his palm was getting sore—she
stood and stared at him like a wild thing, a burning hunger in her eyes. A
hunger for him.

She dropped to the floor and, before he could stop her, she
had his pants undone and around his knees, and his cock in her mouth and oh.
Oh.
Fuck.
It was incredible.

Her mouth was tight and hot. Her tongue swirled like a
slithering snake, licking at him, lapping at him, nudging the little hole at
the tip of his engorged shaft.

When she took him in her mouth, all the way in so he could
feel the muscles of her throat working at his length, he nearly blacked out.

Years of passion, years of wanting, years of fantasizing
about just this, seared him. Welled up in him. His cum boiled up from his
balls, forcing its way along the shaft of his cock, creating a blinding,
pressing need to ejaculate.

But she didn’t let him.

Close to whimpering, he watched as she backed away. She
tipped up her chin and gazed into his eyes—the look he’d always wanted to see.

“I want you in me, Dan,” she said. “I want your cock in me.”

How could he deny her?

Frantically, he looked around his office for a condom but of
course there were none. And in the end, she wouldn’t have it anyway.

She stripped off her jeans and pulled her tee shirt over her
head and walked toward him, a lioness on the hunt, wearing nothing but her
underwear.