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Mike, don t wait any longer. You ll hurt him if you do. Saba again. Mike didn t
have to look to know it was his hand touching his face. He could scent the flavor on
his skin. The Male was right, waiting wasn t the wise thing to do, but Mike s hesita-
tion was the last of his Human inhibitions fighting a war it lost days ago.
Mike bit.
The sound of parting flesh and cracking bone rivaled the high-pitched barks from
the Male at his chest. The scent of Petrie s orgasm made Mike drive his bite even
deeper. A familiar warm glow slid down Mike s throat and into his stomach and the
burn under his skin. He growled.
Mouths touched Mike s legs, his arms, his side. Now he couldn t get enough.
Mike wanted all of them biting him. Head to toe, shredding him, consuming him.
Mike dug his hands into his stomach. If only he could split himself open, spill
everything out. Then they d pull out his softest parts and consume him.
Saba said, Hold him.
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The Dominant was right. This was the worst. Mike s control was at its weakest
and he had no idea why. Hands held Mike to keep him from hurting himself, hands
petted him to bring him comfort, and they stroked his cock to give him relief.
Mike slung his head like a dog, shredding Petrie s shoulder, tearing out mouth-
fuls of flesh. Ichor covered his face, chest and body and all Mike could think about
was how he wanted more. A hand tightened on his throat, and pressure under his jaw
made his mouth pop free. Petrie either rolled away, or someone pulled him. Another
Male Mike didn t know moved in front of him. A group effort rolled him over and
they pinned Mike against Klere s chest. He fought.
The new Male put a hand on Mike s throat, and the anger, the urgency, faded.
Take from me. A shoulder pressed against Mike s chin and the grip on his limbs
tightened.
Years ago Mike let a girl tie him down and found out the hard way he didn t like
it. After he got loose, Mike had been able to pull off his typical no-big-deal attitude,
even though he d been sure he was going to have a heart attack.
So being restrained should have scared the hell out of Mike--especially being
restrained like this, because these grips were unbreakable. Instead it brought him
peace and made him feel safe.
But then, a lot of things had changed for Mike the past four days. He d gone from
Human to something not. He was sucking blood and eating flesh. Even getting off in
the same room with a bunch of other people with male parts. Males...but not male.
Again...things which should have made absolutely no sense, but did.
Mike didn t remember biting the Male, only he was suddenly on fire, burning up
with blood as it ran down his throat and lit like napalm in his stomach. No matter how
much he took, it was never enough. Even when his gray matter liquefied and he was
completely blitzed from the burn.
A mouth hit Mike s inner thigh. Mike released his bite so he could scream. He
needed to scream and he needed to breath. The screaming won out.
God! Oh God! Another wail ripped out of his chest when Klere tore into his
shoulder. Tears burst out of Mike s eyes, covered his cheeks, blurred his vision. It
wasn t sorrow driving it out of him, but ecstasy. So much it was painful. So much he
wanted more. Another mouth on his inner arm, then his wrist.
Mike had no idea what the hell was building inside him. It reminded him of the
sensation he d felt at the campsite, only it was bigger, stronger. He felt like he was
on fire, every piece of him burning, every cell a small sun. This climax would make
his insides burst, crush every bone in his body, and melt his brain. And that was fine,
because it would be worth it. It would be so good, dying for it wasn t even a speed
bump in Mike s line of thought.
Saba said his name. Mike could feel the Male s breath against cheek. Smell his
arousal. His need. Saba had orgasmed too. The pleasure from it soaked his skin.
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Listen to me, Mike. You re almost there. It s going to hurt. Your final phase of the
Shift is going to be violent. There s nothing that can be done about that, but it will be
over quickly. Just don t fight it. Let it happen.
More... How Mike managed to speak he had no idea.
No. There are enough of us taking that it will be as easy as possible for you to
cross. We won t let you get cold and we won t let you burn up.
But Mike wanted to burn. He wanted to be soaked in the glow.
Every muscle in Mike s body quivered and pulled so tight they threatened to tear
like bow strings. The Males no longer needed to touch him to make him come. Not
this far gone. The metaphysical energy rolling inside Mike stroked his very essence,
like one big pleasure point.
The Males held Mike, while they bit him, petted him, stroked him, fucked him.
And he wanted all of it.
At the height of it all a metaphysical tsunami rolled through Mike, crushing him
and then rebuilding him. The sheer power of it told him everything which made him
Human would disappear. He d never be Kin. His cellular biology would always be
a hybrid mix, but inside him, the thing that made him, him--it was going to be con-
sumed.
And Saba was right. It did hurt. Mike screamed until his voice box shredded.
They couldn t do enough. He needed them to take more flesh, more blood, more sex
because the sensation of it kept his molecules from tearing apart. Without them he
would shatter. Every atom in his body would disintegrate.
As the Shift barreled over Mike, he expected some great rapture of sound which
would deafen him or a light that would blind him. In the least, there should have been
a hole torn in the universe.
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