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fire to her core that made her twine her fingers in his hair and push herself into him. A moan escaped her, and he let out some low rumbling noise himself that vibrated against her skin – her skin which seemed to have become highly sensitised to anything and everything it touched. Which would be Taylor. She also had the urge to rip her clothes off her body; they suddenly felt too rough; too coarse…
    Whore , chided her great aunt.
    Oh, god – she was. What the hell am I doing?
    She opened her mouth, ready to demand he get off her. Instead a whimper left her lips when his tongue swept over the throat again. He nibbled his was up her neck and jawline, and stopped just below her ear. “I don’t know how far I can go, but it’ll feel good, I promise.”
    Oh, this had to be wrong – this had to be wrong! She’d almost been raped for god’s sake – this was not the reaction she should be having to some stranger throwing himself on her, but another hot flush had her thrusting into him instead of pushing him away, the smell of him permeating her senses… Maybe he was wearing some kind of aphrodisiac cologne. That must be it! The other guy had mentioned ‘the pack’ – maybe that was another term for a cult, or something. A sex cult! Warning bells sounded all around her head. Unfortunately, they quickly disappeared when he cupped her between her legs with the palm of his hand.
    “Oh, Christ!” she gasped, which spurred him on. He reached up under her skirt and tugged her tights down…
    No, no, no! Remember, Lydia? Alarm bells? This isn’t right!
    The war continued between her mind and body for a brief second, and then, somehow, she found the strength to push him off her, and she did it quickly, with force, before her body took control again.
    He backed off straight away and looked at her in surprise, his green eyes gloriously dark from lustful hunger… Wow – they seemed to glimmer even—
    “Ow! Ouch! God!” Unexpected shooting pains stabbed her in the chest. What the —
    She went down heavily onto her side, curling herself up into a ball in an attempt to relieve it.
    Heart attack!
    Fear gripped her. Heart attack? But her heart thumped loudly in her ears, its rate high and erratic. Shouldn’t there be no thumping at all if she was having a heart attack?
    She heard Taylor curse, and then he was on her again, working her tights down, right along with her underwear, his hands on her skin… The pain lessened.
    “Let me help you, Lydia… You can trust me.”
    He yanked her shoes off, she felt her tights and knickers slip off her feet and she careened in agony when his hands left her to dispose of them, and then they were on her again, stroking her inner thighs, and once more, the pain centred on her heart faded so she could breathe. She took in great big gulps of air.
    “You’re going to be okay,” he soothed, and suddenly she didn’t care – didn’t care that he was a stranger; didn’t care about what had happened with Simon… Taylor smelled right , and no matter how crazy, one thing became very clear to her: when he took his hands off her, the pain got worse; when he put them back on, the pain got better. She’d tell it to her shrink tomorrow. Right now, she didn’t want that god-awful, fear inducing stabbing in her chest.
    She opened her legs for him with a “please!” tumbling from her lips, and she didn’t need to say anything else.
    He stroked her aching sex with his thumb, then slipped it inside her as deep as it would go, right to the knuckle. Her hips came off the floor in response, and she was acutely aware that if he wanted to bring her to orgasm it wouldn’t take very long at all.
    He pulled his thumb out of her and slid it up her folds towards her swollen clit, where he circled it, gently, a couple of times, before he brought his thumb up to his mouth and sucked on it hard.
    Holy fuck, how erotic!
    This man didn’t muster the same physical yearning in her that she had for Ryan, but