closer. The bleak, haunted shadows in his eyes had her chest tightening in fear.
"What's wrong?"
He stared back at her silently for long, tense moments.
"I'm debating something," he finally growled, his voice deepening, roughening as his gaze pinned hers. "I've debated all night."
Why did she have this bad feeling he was debating something that she really wasn't going to be pleased with?
"Yeah?" She inserted mild curiosity into her tone when every bone and muscle of her body was trained on what was coming next.
"Yeah." He nodded slowly, his gaze drifting over her body with lustful intent. "You've made me crazy for months. I'll be damned if I haven't stood by, amused, curious, letting you razz on me every chance you've had."
Yeah, that one had bothered her, too. He never got pissed.
Surely he wasn't getting pissed now?
"What, you want an apology?" she asked him, incredulous.
"A little late, Tarek."
"I couldn't figure out why." He shook his head slowly. "Then, the strangest thing happened. The more I smelled the sweet heat flowing from your pussy, the more I denied myself a taste of it, the more I started noticing a few changes."
She flushed heatedly at the explicit language, furiously chiding herself silently over her breathless reaction to it.
He rose from the chair as she watched him warily.
"Changes?" She swallowed tightly as she glimpsed the more-than-healthy bulge between his thighs.
"These little glands along my tongue swelling. The taste of spice filling my mouth. The hunger for you growing by the day until I could almost taste your kiss. And I wanted your kiss bad, Lyra. So bad it was killing me. I wanted to push my tongue in your mouth and make you taste it, too. Make you as crazy for me as I was for you."
He stepped closer.
Lyra was breathing roughly, her hands knotted in the front of her robe as she watched him advance on her.
"Are you sick or something?" She had to force the words from her mouth.
A mocking, bitter smile twisted his lips.
"Or something," he agreed as he towered over her and then stepped slowly behind her.
She was not going to run from him, no matter how weird he acted.
"Would you like to know what's wrong with me, Lyra?" He bent close, his breath whispering over her ear as he spoke.
A shiver raced up her spine as her nipples tightened further, rasping against her gown, almost making her moan at the pleasure of the action.
"No." She had a feeling she was certain she didn't want to know.
"There's this nasty little hormone filling my mouth." That growl was deeper now, more animalistic. "It's an aphrodisiac, Lyra. Caused only when a male Feline Breed hungers for his mate. Do you know what's going to happen if I kiss you?"
Her knees weakened. A hormonal aphrodisiac? Something to make her hornier? She didn't think so.
"What?" She couldn't hold back the gasping whisper.
"If I kiss you, it goes into Mating Heat. Complete sexual abandon until you've passed ovulation. Do you know you're preparing to ovulate? That my body is reacting to it? That my cock is so damned hard, my balls so tight with the need to fuck you that it's like an open wound in my gut? All because you're ovulating. My mate. My woman."
Her eyes widened in horror at the words he whispered at her ear.
"You're crazy." She jerked away from him, turning on him furiously. "That's not possible."
The curve of his lips was bleak.
"You would think, wouldn't you?" He moved to the counter, picking up a small oval disc that he slapped on the kitchen island. "This will stop conception. Nothing can stop the heat.
Now, my problem is, I'm ready to rip that gown off your body and throw you to the damn floor where I can fuck you until we're both screaming. Until you're as wild for me, as crazy for me, as I am for you. Or you can run out of that door right now, as fast as you can run, and find someplace, any place, to hide until I can find enough control to keep from hunting you down and taking you like the animal I am. Make your