I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack! Fair warning: This chapter is a tad racy. So, if you are a kid and haven't had sex ed yet, turn away! Begone! If you're an adult, have fun, hopefully. It's nothing too bad, but still... anyway... Enjoy!

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Chapter 20

Eve's POV

Leo....

Male.....

Want.......

The stairs are rough as I stumble, the door cool against my palm as I smack it open. The sun is bright in my eyes and the pavement solid under my feet. Leo's hand is hot and moist in mine, insistent and arousing.

We stumble together through the streets, and I doubt either of us have ever been so discombobulated in our lives. We don't care. We're together. We just need a space to ourselves. A secluded nest where we can finally give in to this throbbing lightening inside our skin.

I let Leo lead the way, even though I know the place better. All his dominance is starting to show and I love it, and I want to be dragged to a cave somewhere and have him lose control, because he needs me as much as I need him. No emotion, no sentiment, only instinct and want. It's inside us, always has been. We are about to do what we were made to do.

Mate.

He comes to a sudden halt and I run into him and like it. Pressed against his muscled body, I smile and sniff his sweat, feeling a rumble in my throat, not at all surprised when it comes out a purr. Indulgently I wrap my arms around his front and run my hands against his firm chest, heaving. He growls with no anger behind it. Only aggression. I respond by wrapping a leg about his thigh.

He looks around the neighborhood, sniffs a bit, then quickly grabs my arm in a bruising grip and tugs me after him to an abandoned building.

Our nest.

It's not long until he's got me on my back on a dingy blanket that happened to be on the floor, and I'm tearing his tank in two. Our pants are loud in our ears, the cloth noises deafening. Our environment is starting to lose focus as all our senses hone in on one thing: the other.

I gasp and moan as I feel his hand under my shirt, his calluses pressing into my ribs. I pull at his pants, or shorts, whatever was in the way, and am disappointed to still feels boxers in the way. I stop caring when he buries his face in my neck, his nose just under my ear, and breathes in my scent.

I swear I can feel my eyes dilate. I sure can feel everything else.

I place both my hands on his athletic shoulders and dig my nails into his flesh, hoping to make him bleed. Hoping to mark him. He's mine.

Mine.

He grabs my hips in the same fashion, lifting them to his and then grinding us both into the ground, making me yell in satisfaction. Even with my clothes on and his boxers, I'm ready, and I wrap my legs around his perfect hips and invite him. He bites my neck and thrusts. I open my eyes wide and arch my back, knowing the movement to this carnal dance, if only in my body, and not my mind.

He's male, I'm female, he's alpha and I'm fertile. This is how it's supposed to be, since that first damn fish crawled up on land and lived to tell the tale. Somehow the fact that we are both still covered with cloth seems to escape us as we listen to each other pant and use our combined enhanced strength to the best of our abilities. He braces above me on his flexed forearms, I pull and push at his sides, he moves to a primal pulse that I know from somewhere deep inside, and we both are growling with the intensity.

The heat is a ball in my stomach, sending waves of pleasure through my blood to my throat where his mark is, to my lips which are just inches below Leo's, to my hands at his ribs, and settling between my hips where the friction of my mate is.

I can't remember what clothes are. I can't recall what my age is or the word for our act.

Male. Female. Unh.

His thrusts become harder and quicker, and I tighten around him, shifting against him, feeling it too...

My nails drag on his skin, the faint smell of blood tweaks my nostrils. It's encouraging. His forehead is against mine, moving in time, his nose rubbing against my nose, chest on chest, hips on hips, bodies together...

It's too good and I call out a desperate moan, my voice rising, and suddenly his eyes open above me.

Golden-brown. Lion.

Breathlessly, he grinds out one word, our breath mixing between our lips.

"Mine."

The flood comes and I yell something, I'll never know what, and I vaguely feel him pause, then savagely pound twice into my jeans, and I let out a purr so loud my ears hurt. He tries to stay up, but I pull at him, and he collapses onto my chest, his cheek against my own.

Slowly my body comes down from it's own little version of heaven, and I can feel the heat sort of taper off. Groggily I hug Leo against me even more, welcoming his weight pinning me down. Such a good mate, such an alpha male, he'll produce good offspring.

It occurs to me we just did what we did with our clothes on. Well, Leo in boxers and me almost fully clothed. I want to laugh, it's so wonderfully stupid and yet sexy. I just humped with an X8, while in heat.

Then that mental statement turns into a mental slap.

Oh Holy tap-dancing Christ.

I can feel the heat turn dormant for now... Possibly waiting for Leo to recuperate. He shifts off of me and seems sort of dazed, using his arm as a pillow, facing me. He opens his mysterious eyes and regards me with a possessive stare, then reaches out with surprising strength, considering what he just did, and pulls me by the waist across the blanket. He holds my back against his broad chest, and the heat flares and I try to suppress it. He practically wraps himself about my body, claiming me, imprisoning me, and the animal inside won't let me move. This is now my place.

I'm his.

The fire inside me ignites all over again, and I know it won't be long before Leo and I will give in again. I just don't know if I'll be able to keep my pants on.

Heat lasts awhile. I've still got many hours to go. I can't decide if I want this. It's all my body, not my mind, not my decisions.

...My body has already made it's decision.

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Whew. (Blush) Don't tell my mom I wrote that. Um, sorry for the break I took, per usual. But life truly has been hectic in the past year. My dad's gotten sick and we moved, I've started advanced classes and band has been consuming time. Still, I could've gotten a few chapters in, so I apologize - I figured I'd reward those who waited with this juicy little tidbit... yum. Reviews! Please! Please! Don't worry, max and logan will be back soon, with Zack in tow.