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racing through the woods—but more than anything, she was hungry for Lou, for the strange perfect woman on top of her in the darkness. “So was it just talk?”
    Lou’s grip on her wrist tightened. “It wasn’t.”
    Sam bit her lip. “Show me.”
    Lou’s lip curled slightly, her teeth gleaming in streaks of light that shone through the blinds. She took her free hand and hooked two fingers into the cleavage of the blouse, then yanked down hard, pulling at the shoulders of the material, sending buttons to the carpet and cool air over Samantha’s upper body.
    Samantha bit back a squeal. The sensation of slack fabric with loose torn threads on it felt strange, but right somehow as well.
    Lou slid a hand behind Sam’s back and lifted her, then pulled the bottom of the blouse up under her, taking the whole of it right off her arms. Lou aimed a hungry stare at Samantha, panting, then dipped her head down.
    The first target was her collar bone, somehow. Gentle pressure of teeth on skin gripped it through her skin, and Samantha squirmed at the bite as Lou’s tongue lashed over the flesh. Licks came after, as if apology. Most were over the bite, but then they spread to the center of her chest, over her hammering heart.
    “I can smell your fear, Sam. You don’t have to do it if you’re afraid.” Lou’s words washed over saliva-slick flesh.
    Samantha had the horrifying thought for a moment that Lou might stop. “I want it. I’m scared but I want it. Please, Louann.”
    Lou brought her mouth to Sam’s and took it, snarling softly into Samantha’s mouth as she did.
    Sam whined, stroking Lou’s tongue with her own, unable to stop herself.
    Lou broke the kiss. “Then you’ll get it.”
    Sam gasped as Lou set her lips over her erect left nipple and took the tip of it between her teeth, not biting—yet—just holding there, her tongue stroking over it, faint suction in her mouth tugging at the flesh. Warmth flooded her chest, and her arms shifted involuntarily in Lou’s grasp.
    Lou’s teeth released the tip, then took the nipple itself in between, this time applying more pressure.
    Sam squealed, trying to stay still, trying to do as she was told. She trusted Lou. She just had to remember that and she could make herself do anything Lou asked.
    Lou’s free hand took hold of Sam’s other breast, squeezing gently at first, then working up to a kneading. She’d never done it with that much force before, and it was painful but exhilarating.
    Sam moaned out, and tried to press up into it. She had known Lou was holding back on some level, as if she was glass. Now, with an equal playing ground, Lou wasn’t holding back, and it felt raw and immediate and needful.
    “Listen to you, Sam.” Lou’s head had lifted up now, and she was watching with those bright green eyes in the dim light. Her other hand took hold of her other breast. “Listen to yourself. Listen to the sounds you’re making.”
    Samantha panted and listened as she was told. Lou’s word was law, in the moment. Sam was squealing and moaning and panting, shudders pulsing through her body. They were the sounds of an animal, of something primal given form through a human throat but still unmistakeable as inhuman.
    “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Sam?” Lou’s words faltered into a whisper. “I wanted you from the first time I saw you. I just had to hold back. I had to keep to myself. Now I don’t. I don’t have to hold back at all.”
    The heat deep inside Samantha’s core spread, pooled, grew into fire. Instinct told her crazy things, told her to lick and suck and burrow against the animal above her.
    Lou took the blouse and twisted it a few times into a loose, haphazard band. She laid it above Samantha’s head. “Cross your wrists, Sam.”
    Sam didn’t hesitate. She didn’t want to, she didn’t want to give Lou the chance to change her mind or get angry again.
    Lou wrapped the band around her crossed wrists, first side to side, then