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  Why in the world would a company order cheap reproductions then immediately repack them and ship them out again? Tabitha checked the various cardboard boxes already taped and ready to send out. They were labeled for Mexico, Greece and Hong Kong. The company obviously wasn’t receiving stolen artifacts or shipping them. These cheap gewgaws were of little worth so why bother?

  Perplexed Tabitha searched the warehouse for an answer. It had to be here somewhere. The first wave hit her like nausea and she doubled over. Her hands began to tingle and she knew somehow she had touched something in the warehouse Brenton had touched…and recently. She sniffed her fingers and the familiar spicy odor of Tuscany cologne mixed with ink teased her nostrils. The nausea passed and Tabitha straightened up. Perspiration broke out and ran between her breasts. Her body jerked like an electric current was coursing through it at ninety miles an hour and her breath came in panting gasps.

  Like an animal hunting its prey Tabitha looked about the warehouse wildly, her eyes seeking every corner, every nook and cranny, almost desperately willing Brenton to step out of the shadows. Up high in the far reaches of the back of the building a thin line of light streaked the air running vertically and horizontally. Tabitha’s eyes darted downward to where a rickety wooden staircase ascending to the line of light. There was a door up there!

  She scrabbled barefoot against the cement floor trying to get traction as she bolted for the stairway. The heat in her body was so intense Tabitha wondered if instantaneous combustion was a possibility. In the dark she slipped and hit her shin on the badly crafted stairs. Impervious to the pain in her leg or smashed fingers she hoisted herself to her feet and kept on climbing. The stairs seemed to ascend forever until finally, with gasping breath, Tabitha reached the door and twisted the knob. It turned easily, which wasn’t a concern, as Tabitha figured to bust it down if it were locked.

  The door swung open as she recklessly crashed her shoulder into it, not caring how she found Brenton. She no longer cared if he killed her, but he’d better fuck her first or things were going to get ugly! A yowl built in Tabitha’s throat as the oils on the doorknob where Brenton had obviously touched soaked into her pores and brought on a new onslaught of a yearning so deep and primitive she couldn’t help but shift into feline form and drop down on all fours.

  The Aubusson tapestry tumbled onto the floor of what was a bare-bones office of some sort. The vivid splash of red and blue, green and yellow, against the cheap indoor/outdoor green carpet diverted the figure standing next to a table for a brief moment. The gun in his hand wavered as he caught sight of what seemed to be a red tabby cat in the doorway. But when he blinked and adjusted his eyes it was to find a familiar petite plump figure crouched on all fours. Naked.

  “Tabitha? What the hell!”

  Tabitha looked up and knew her green eyes were glowing molten like some she-devil possessed by demons, by the way Brenton backed up a step, seeming unsure if he was seeing right or his eyes were playing tricks.

  From her vantage point Tabitha saw a surprised Brenton looking unsure and momentarily confused. It was the first time she’d ever seen this expression on his face and that fact alone kept her from jumping on him. She tilted her head in contemplation as her feline instincts battled with her human ones.

  Tabitha stayed on all fours and crept forward towards Brenton slowly as if sizing up her prey before pouncing. A slide of thick liquid oozed from her cunt and ran down the inside of her thigh. A sound somewhere between a sigh and a growl emitted from her throat. The sweet acrid smell of her juices floated upward and wafted in the air.

  Brenton’s eyes visibly clouded as the tangy scent reached his nostrils. Every muscle in his body tensed in a struggle with his common sense. He seemed to be fighting inner demons as his head whipped from side to side, in battle with urges raging within and the gun fell to the table unheeded.

  Tabitha rose to her knees and caressed her own breasts, almost savagely tweaking her nipples and uttering mewling cries. “Come to me, Brenton. Don’t fight it. Come to me and mount me like the animal within you commands you to. Now! I want you inside me…all the way. Look, this is yours, all yours!” Tabitha reached and parted her labia where the glistening pink lips winked and swelled. She rubbed her clit invitingly, showing Brenton her inner core; the squelching noise of her juices undulated across the room to where Brenton stood, his jaw locked, and sweat beading on his forehead.

  All at once he launched himself at her. Tabitha had a momentary breakthrough of sanity and turned around, scrabbling on her knees, seeking escape. The manly smell of Brenton assailed her senses, at the same time his body slammed into hers. The interaction was instantaneous and a voice Tabitha barely recognized as her own shouted, “Fuck me! Please, fuck me!”

  Tabitha heard the sound of a belt being jerked off, then a zipper being undone. The engorged cock slid between her butt cheeks but it missed its target in its desperate attempt at coupling. Tabitha nearly screamed in frustration and lowered herself on her elbows, thrusting her ass in the air. “Do it to me now! Brenton, please!”

  Whether he understood her cries in his sexual mania or instinct took over, the cock reared back and came on with more adept aim. The thick, hooded head pulsed against the lips of her pussy as it sought entrance. Despite the lubricating liquid that had generously flowed earlier, the ridge of the head lodged for a moment against her opening. Tabitha rocked back and was rewarded with the feeling of being stretched and massaged as the phallus disappeared within and burrowed deep. Her vaginal muscles clenched and released as with every sensation she died a little death of minute unfulfilling orgasms that caused her to shake and tremble. Brenton wedged himself deeper and surged forward biting her on the back of her shoulder as he lunged fully against her. He withdrew a few inches and plunged forward, his balls slapping against her ass in sexual rhythm.

  “Give it to me harder!” Tabitha screamed as Brenton drew back and gave it to her again. This time he almost withdrew completely before grasping her around the waist and bringing them together in a humping motion that ground him into her pelvis. He repeated this motion, over and over, until sweat dripped off their bodies and the sound of her juices and his cock straining inside her was all-consuming.

  They gasped and grunted as Tabitha found herself being scooted across the floor with each of Brenton’s powerful lunges. Finally she braced herself against the wall, on her knees and began to shudder to a climax. But just as she thought she was about to peak, the swell fell away, like a perfect wave, just out of reach. Frustrated, she wanted to grab hold of Brenton and demand he bring her to completion…but he was totally oblivious and strained against her, pumping furiously but not coming.

  Tabitha thought if there was a hell, she had put herself and Brenton in it. The craving of wanting to be fucked constantly but not being able to achieve orgasm had to be one of the worst feelings she had ever experienced! She started to beg Brenton to stop. The sound of his balls slapping her ass was sending her near the edge but she knew that was all it would do. The potion only claimed lust for each other, it did not promise fulfillment. But Brenton was helpless to halt his actions and drilled into her over and over.

  Tabitha tried to think as the cock plunging into her drove her to distraction. The head and sides of the phallus tunneled and slid, squelching inside her incessantly, until she wanted to scream. How could something so pleasurable bring such agony? They could go mad and fuck themselves to death, mindlessly over and over, heedless of anything else. Suddenly as Brenton hit her womb with a particularly deep stroke and she cried out, the answer came to her. She might not be able achieve an orgasm but she could make Brenton reach his!

  As Brenton’s rasping breath sounded in her ear, Tabitha cautiously balanced herself against the wall, making certain she could still withstand Brenton’s thrusts without falling on her face. She reached behind her to where Brenton’s thighs were locked against the back of hers and wedged her small hand between them, burrowing it until she came in cont
act with Brenton’s sacs. They were full of unspent seed and apparently very sensitized from the vigorous unrelieved lovemaking, because when Tabitha enfolded them in her palm and squeezed, Brenton trembled against her.

  Tabitha massaged them in the flat of her hand before closing her fingers over their hard contours and milking them with three fingers. Brenton groaned with every motion but kept servicing her, his cock still fully engorged and stiff, working like a piston inside her. Tabitha tried to concentrate on her fingers but every stroke Brenton delivered made her thoughts reel and shy away from her task. Suddenly her fingers unsheathed claws. Her concentration had worked! With renewed vigor Tabitha massaged Brenton’s sacs, using the claws to rake over the tender skin as she milked him. Brenton began to tremble and buck into her like a wild animal, but Tabitha kept up the massaging, combined with kneading, using her claws masterfully.

  Without further warning Brenton uttered a guttural cry and began to come, his hot semen jetting inside Tabitha like a geyser. To her own astonishment Tabitha’s own orgasm spiraled forth as Brenton pumped furiously, as if sensing Tabitha needed his efforts renewed. Tabitha withdrew her hand from Brenton’s sacs, as she required both arms to balance as she began to quake and shiver deliciously. Brenton grabbed her hips and undulated against her, groping for her clit with his finger and rubbing it in time with his strokes. Tabitha screamed as her juices released and mingled with Brenton’s and she tumbled into an orgasm so strong she may have blacked out, Brenton’s cries echoing in her ears as he came again and they both collapsed on the floor.

  Chapter Seven

  It seemed like hours before either moved, though it must have only been a few minutes as Tabitha came to her senses with Brenton lying on top of her, crushing the breath from her body. She struggled wildly in panic and Brenton shifted his weight. Tabitha gasped as his cock was still wedged inside her and nudged its way out. As it left her, she wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or bereft. Her claws were once again sheathed into normal fingernails, confirming she was once again in control…for now.

  But it was Brenton’s voice, husky and questioning, that brought her to her senses with the same effect as cold water. “Tabitha? What the hell just happened?”

  Tabitha wasn’t about to go into details about how she had slipped him an overdose of a sexual Mickey and they would be rutting like pigs every five minutes or so unless they visited her grandmother for an antidote. In her mind, first priority was finding out why he had tried to kill her outside O’Malley’s and what were his ties to the reeking cigar smoker and this warehouse and…

  Ignoring Brenton for a moment, Tabitha sat up, her eyes diverted to the table where moments before Brenton had been standing. Piled neatly in tall stacks was money, gobs of it. Twenties, fifties and hundreds, bundled and sorted.

  Brenton’s voice came from beside her. “It’s not what it looks like. I…you shouldn’t have come here and God, you were incredible! And…”

  Tabitha looked at the money then looked at Brenton, her eyes narrowing. “And you tried to kill me! Damn you, you lured me to O’Malley’s then tried to run me down all for this? What the hell did I do to you, Brenton Calder?”

  “You took nine thousand dollars that was in Diamond Charlie’s possession.” Brenton seemed to be coming out of his daze, and realizing his pants and briefs were around his ankles over his Ferragamo loafers, he got to his feet, kicking off the shoes in an attempt to straighten his shirt and pants.

  “My life is only worth nine freakin’ thousand dollars?” Tabitha was spitting mad.

  “You don’t understand. And I didn’t try to kill you. I…”

  Tabitha saw the clouded look coming into Brenton’s eyes and scrambled to her feet. They were the darkest of blue, like a stormy ocean before a hurricane. She had to get away from him before… Brenton had pulled at his pants to straighten the creases. He was between her and the door when Tabitha smelled the musky scent emanating from both the man and his clothes. Tabitha swore her bones were melting and her hands clenched and unclenched as Brenton kicked off his pants and briefs and strode towards her. His confusion of moments earlier was gone, as he knew his purpose now. It was one thing and one thing only as he drew closer and knelt before her.

  His hands with their long tapered fingers reached up and nudged her legs apart. Tabitha obliged by assuming an open stance. His face was only inches from her slit as he inhaled her fragrance. The hands grasp her butt cheeks and held tight as he brought his mouth to her cunt and ran his tongue over her labia thrusting it inside her without a word and suckling at her juices. The flicking motion against her textured walls made Tabitha gasp and quake. Her knees rode up and down, her body undulating against Brenton’s tongue and face. He encouraged her motions as his hands on her ass drew her back and forth.

  The wave came, threatening to crash as her clit was teased and her juices coaxed forth with a sudden gush. But just as before the wave ebbed, then spiraled with twice the force, but not to break and let Tabitha have her release. She realized whatever drastic magic the potion worked, her own orgasm depended on Brenton’s. They were linked in more ways than one.

  Her head thrashed back and forth in frustration as Brenton sucked as if to drain her. She couldn’t take much more of this as she grabbed Brenton’s thick sandy hair and pulled his head up from her musky depths. Desperately, she breathed hoarsely, “You have to fuck me now or I’ll go crazy. Do you understand? I can’t come unless you come! Ohhh!” This was caused as Brenton took his long middle finger and shoved it inside her working it in and out against her clit and deep within.

  “Oh, I understand.” His voice sounded assured, “You’ve given me some sort of drug, Tabitha Fenwick. What was it, some sort of derivative of Spanish Fly or Goat Weed? It doesn’t matter because, yes, I’ll fuck you and I’ll fuck you so hard and so deep you’ll scream for me to stop, then beg for me to continue. But I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready and not before. Got it?” He shoved another finger inside her, causing Tabitha to writhe up and down pantomiming copulation with his hand. The hand working her masterfully pulled away from her pussy and Brenton stood before her, holding his fingers out to her. “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you?”

  His rigid cock prodded against her stomach, drawing Tabitha’s eyes hungrily. “Yes! Damn you! Yes!”

  “Then suck my fingers. Taste yourself on them. Taste and swallow. That’s a girl.”

  Tabitha took his fingers between her lips and sampled her own musky sweet and sour juices. Sucking gently almost cautiously.

  “Harder,” Brenton demanded.

  Tabitha took his fingers into her mouth and sucked at them, tasting more of her own coating, cleaning the digits with her tongue. Brenton was nudging her legs and Tabitha moved her feet further apart but he kept pushing against her until she backed up and her butt wedged against the table where the money was stacked.

  With a sudden savage movement Brenton knocked the stacks over creating a bed of money. He pulled his fingers from Tabitha’s mouth and grabbed her hips lifting her on top of the money heap. Tabitha tried to bring him to her wet, moist center but Brenton merely laughed and ordered, “Draw your legs up under you, then lay back and spread your thighs. I want to see my cock moving in and out of you, doing to you what you’ve managed to do to me with this drug you slipped me. Do it!”

  Hungrily Tabitha complied. Luckily her limbs were pliable and adept at stretching. Even so when she lay back and displayed herself wide open, she gasped as the big head of Brenton’s cock nudged against her nether lips and forged inside. He took his time, only giving her a little and taking it back. Tabitha watched his face as he watched her and his cock moving at his command.

  “Will you beg now, sweet Tabitha? Or in a moment?” To punctuate this he moved forward and teased that he was going to plunge all the way in but he stepped back and only the opening of her cunt was rewarded with his girth.

  Tabitha caught her breath then let it out in frustration while he played with he
r emotions.

  “Look up, Tabitha. See me almost fucking you. Mocking you with my power.”

  Tabitha looked up at the ceiling where the fluorescent panels had glare guards to protect against the light reflection. But the panels also reflected the struggle below as Tabitha watched Brenton’s cock partway inside her. Moving, but not penetrating her depths. The sight made her blood surge with want. “Go deeper, Brenton! Deeper!”

  “Like this?”

  Tabitha saw an inch more disappear as it scraped against her walls, teasing her into thinking it was more. Her cunt contracted as it was fooled by the simulation and released its cream. She shuddered and tried to ignore her craving but it was ravenous!

  “You like that, don’t you? I feel your juices anointing the tip of my cock and I want you to feel me slam into you all the way to the hilt. We both can come and be done with this nonsense. All you have to do is tell me what you gave me, Tabitha. What hellish drug did you slip me to make me crave your sweet pussy like fine wine?”

  Tabitha’s voice was a half-groan, half-plea, “I can’t tell you what…” His cock began pulling out. “No! It’s an old herbal remedy. I swear. We have to go to get the antidote. Please!”

  His pulsing cock halted. “You mean this is not something that wears off?”

  “I…” Tabitha took the opportunity and his uncertainty to unfold her legs and bring them against the back of Brenton’s thighs, flinging him forward. His cock burrowed deep and Tabitha bucked against him, riding him hard.

  Brenton lost his edge as undeniably his balls tightened and his cock expanded to further engorged girth as it was teased and milked. He spiraled towards release but his orgasm did not come and he cried out as the blood pooled in the tip of his penis causing it to swell painfully.