Kerrelyn Sparks - Eat Prey Love

“Yes.”

He sat up, his eyes wide with alarm. “Is there another room where you can go?”

“No. We’re locked up together.”

“Merda.” He pulled off his hiking boots and socks. “The Surge is coming. I can feel it.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!” He unbuckled his belt. “Each time it happens, the panther is more powerful. I don’t know if I can control it. Caitlyn, you can’t let me bite you.”

She drew a quick breath. If he bit her, she might become a were-panther. Or she might die.

He pulled down his pants and underwear. “Caitlyn, promise me you won’t let me bite you.”

She hesitated.

He grabbed her by the upper arms. “Don’t even consider it. I will not be responsible for your death.”

Tears filled her eyes. “You’ve died twice for me. Why shouldn’t I risk it once for you?”

“Because you don’t come back like I do!” He jumped up and paced across the room. His gaze landed on the window. He punched a fist through the bars and shattered the glass.

“What are you doing?” She grimaced at the blood on his hand.

He pulled a jagged shard of glass from the window and dropped it on the pallet beside her. “If I try to bite you, stab me. It won’t kill me, but it’ll help me come to my senses.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You have to.” He stepped back as his body started to shimmer. “Sometimes it hurts to do the right thing.”

With a roar, his body shifted. He came down on all fours and arched his back. She winced at the sound of his bones crackling and elongating. He was by far the largest cat she’d ever seen. Larger than a male lion. She suspected he was larger than a saber-tooth tiger.

He turned his head toward her and growled low in his throat. She picked up the shard of glass.

He lifted a massive paw and set it down in her direction. His golden eyes gleamed, focused intently on her. His body lowered to a few inches off the floor.

She held her breath. She’d seen this move before with her kitten, Mr. Foofikins. It was the classic crouch stance before the pounce.

“Carlos?” Her heart stuttered when his eyes turned red and began to glow. How much of him was a beast? How much control would Carlos have? If he pounced on her, would he maul her to death? Or was he simply driven to bite her and make her his mate?

A growl rumbled low in his throat. His tail twitched. Then he pounced.

His paws hit her shoulders and knocked her back. He stood over her, his legs straddling her. He lowered his head with a grumbling sound in his throat.

She gazed into his red glowing eyes, searching for Carlos. His body trembled, and she realized he was there. He was fighting the beast.

She flung the shard of glass away. “Go ahead,” she whispered. “Bite me.”

He threw back his head and roared. She winced at the sight of his fangs. When he lowered his head, she turned her face away and squeezed her eyes shut. A wet, raspy tongue licked her neck, and she shivered.

Pop . She gasped. His fangs had broken her skin. He licked her once again, then backed away.

She touched her neck, then drew away her hand. There was blood on her fingers.

His body shimmered and shifted back. He wiped the back of his hand against his mouth and stared at the bloodstain. He looked at her, his eyes amber once again. They widened at the sight of her neck. “No, no.”

“It’s okay.”

He jumped to his feet. “No!” He clenched his fists and pressed them against his temples. “The beast was too strong. I tried to fight it.”

“Carlos, it’s all right.”

He fell onto his knees. “Oh God, what have I done?”

“It wasn’t your fault! It was my decision. I threw away the shard of glass. I told you to bite me.”

He gave her an incredulous look. “Why?”

Tears filled her eyes. “Because I love you. And like you said, sometimes it hurts to do the right thing.”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “The next part of the Surge is coming. I can feel it.”

“What part is that?”

His eyes opened, and they were red once again. “I need sex.”

Her breath caught. Now she remembered the Surge he’d gone through in the cave. After shifting into a panther and back, he’d wanted sex. And she had refused.

He stood slowly, and her gaze went instantly to his erection. No way was she going to refuse him this time.

She pulled off her hiking boots as he walked toward her. The intensity of his red glowing eyes made her tremble with anticipation. She undid her belt and unzipped her pants.

He leaned over, grasped the hem of her khaki pants, and yanked them off so roughly she fell onto her back. He ripped off her panties, then shoved her legs apart and knelt between them.

He inserted a finger inside her and growled. “You’re already wet.”

“Yes.” She wrapped her legs around his back and lifted her hips.

He grasped her butt cheeks and pulled her toward him. She gasped when his erection slammed into her. He ground her against him so her clitoris was tickled by his crisp pubic hair.

He thrust into her, hard and deep. Tension rose inside her higher and higher. He leaned his head back and roared. He pumped into her wildly, and she screamed her release.

Then he fell onto the pallet beside her and gathered her into his arms. Her body throbbed with aftershocks.

He stiffened suddenly and sat up, looking at the door. She heard it a few seconds later. Footsteps running toward the door.

“Get dressed,” he whispered.

She pulled her underwear back on and reached for her pants. Carlos jumped up and pulled on his pants.

“I heard strange noises,” someone shouted in the hallway. “It sounded like the roar of a cat.”

“Impossible,” another voice said. “The panther is dead.”

“Open the door,” the professor ordered.

Caitlyn fastened her pants. Carlos ran barefoot to the side of the door and pressed himself against the wall.

The bolt scraped, then the door cracked open. The muzzle of a rifle slid through the opening. Carlos waited, then grasped the muzzle and yanked the man into the room. As the man fell forward, Carlos karate-chopped him on the back of the neck and wrenched the rifle from his hand.

As the next armed man ran into the room, Carlos spun around and swung the rifle like a bat. The man fell on the floor.

Another armed man ran into the room, but Carlos flipped his rifle over and shot three darts into the man’s chest.

Gunshots rang out and several tranquilizer darts hit Carlos in the chest. He ripped them out as more armed men ran into the room. They tried to shoot at him, but he ignored the darts and charged after them.

“Magnificent.” Pat slipped inside the room. “So incredibly strong, he can defy death.”

Carlos leaped at another armed man, knocking the rifle out of his hand, then punching him in the face. More darts were shot at him but he kept fighting. Caitlyn realized he was a level five were-panther now. He possessed superhuman strength and speed. He’d taken down several men in just a few seconds.

The click of pistol hammer drew her attention, and she gasped. Pat had a revolver aimed at her head.

“I suggest you stop,” Pat told Carlos. “Or I will be forced to shoot your wife.”

Carlos stopped, and was instantly bombarded with dozens of tranquilizer darts.

“The woman, too,” Pat ordered.

Caitlyn winced as several darts pierced her skin. Her vision grew fuzzy. She saw Carlos crumble to the floor.

“What an amazing specimen!” Pat exclaimed. “He must be the strongest cat in the world. The Master will be so pleased.”

Caitlyn collapsed on the pallet as everything went black.