Page 77 of Savage Union

She was lying on her side in the bed and she didn’t move, even when I called her name again.

Quickly, I went to the bed and touched her shoulder—she didn’t respond—just kept up that low, painful noise that sounded like an animal in distress.

She was wearing one of my white undershirts and her skin through the thin fabric felt hot. Experimentally, I put a hand on her forehead. Goddess of the Four Faces, she was burning up!

More worried than ever, I turned her over and saw tear-tracks on her cheeks, shiny in the light of the glows. But even more concerning were the stains on the white undershirt. There were two big splotches right over her nipples.

The wet spots had made the white shirt nearly transparent and I frowned at what I saw—were her nipples bigger than they had been? I knew herbreastscertainly were. What the Hell was going on here?

“Jessina? Little bird?” I asked, patting her hot cheek.

At last her eyelids fluttered open.

“Oh, Turk…I hurt…sobad,”she moaned softly.

“Where, baby?” I asked anxiously, though I was pretty sure I knew.

“There…” She made a vague motion that encompassed both breasts. “Hurts…so full…sotight. And I’m hot. I was cold before but now I’m sohot.”

“I can tell you’re hot, baby,” I told her. “Hang on—let me get something to cool you down.”

I went to the bathroom and got a towel and wet it in the sink. Coming back to the bedroom, I sat on the side of the bed and bathed her face with it. She moaned gratefully but plucked at the shirt she was wearing.

“Please, Turk…ithurts,”she moaned. “Please…can’t you help me?”

“I don’t know, little bird, but I’ll try,” I promised.

I pulled up the undershirt, revealing her breasts. Sure enough, I’d been right—they were at least twice as large as they had been and her nipples were tight and prominent. The sticky liquid I’d seen on the shirt was coming from them—it was leaking steadily down the undersides of her overfull breasts like some kind of honey.

“Oh, little bird!” I couldn’t keep the anxiety out of my voice. I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing but I was afraid it was a symptom of a much larger problem.

Could this be part of The Need? The collection of symptoms a woman went through when she found her Fated Mate and needed him to ease her pain? I didn’t want to believe it, but I was afraid it might be true.

“Hurts!” she moaned again and started to cry. Her tears tore at my heart, shredding it to pieces. Goddess of the Four Faces, this was my fault somehow—I just knew it! I never should have locked her up and denied her access to the medic! In fact, I was going to go get him right now, I told myself.

I started to get off the bed but Jessina stopped me with a hand on my arm. Her grip was surprisingly strong, considering her current condition.

“Wait—don’t leave me!” Her voice sounded panicky. “Need…need you to help me. Please, Turk! You’re the only one who can help.”

“Help you what?” I asked, but I already knew. There was only one way to help her now—only one way to ease her pain and suffering. It wasn’t something I should be doing—in fact, it was fucking forbidden. But there was no help for it—this was literally the only way to save her.

“Please!” she repeated and thrust her breasts up some more. “Please, Turk—theyhurt.”

Her soft, pain-filled cry seemed to break something inside me. This was my little bird and she was in pain! A pain only I could ease.

Leaning over, I took one of her tight nipples into my mouth and began to suck.

The nectar—if that’s what it was—had a light, slightly sweet flavor and it reminded me somehow of flowers. Mostly of the honeysuckle—a plant that had survived from Old Earth. When you pinched the stem and pulled the stamen out, it produced a droplet of liquid sweetness—that was the flavor of Jessina’s nectar.

It wasn’t bad—in fact, I liked it. Though I was more interested in easing her pain than I was in the actual taste. I sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, until her right breast was no longer as swollen as it had been. As I did, I bathed her tender nipple with my healing venom—my fangs were automatically producing it in response to her pain.

“Oh, Turk!” Jessina moaned and I realized—with some guilt—that she was getting more than just a lessening of her pain. My mouth on her breast was giving her sexual pleasure, too. Which, of course, ought to be strictly out of bounds, since she was Slade’s little sister.

But I couldn’t bring myself to stop sucking her nipples—not even when Jessina ran her soft fingers through my hair and caressed the curves of my horns. I had to ease her torment—even if that meant giving illicit pleasure. I couldn’t stand the sounds she made when she was in pain.

I sucked the other nipple, swallowing more of the honeysuckle nectar in the process, as Jessina continued to caress my hair and horns in a way that sent shivers of pure lust down my spine. I tried to ignore how I was feeling—the pleasure I got from holding her breasts in my hands and sucking on herripe nipples. But as her moans of pain turned into soft cries of pleasure, that got harder and harder to do.

“There!” I growled at last, letting her left nipple slip from my lips. I had drained both breasts and no more of the nectar was flowing.

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