Cassie grabbed a towel from the warming rack and began drying herself off.Thefabric was rougher than she expected and when it scraped over her nipples, she gasped.Pleasureshot through her so sharply that her knees almost weakened.
“Oh, comeon,” she whispered, glaring down at her own breasts as though they had personally betrayed her.
Her nipples were tight and swollen—darker than usual against the fullness of her breasts.Thetowel brushed them again and another little jolt went through her, hot and humiliating and undeniably good.Shehad to dry herself with ridiculous care after that, patting instead of rubbing, because apparently her body had decided that even basic hygiene was foreplay now.
Wonderful…justwonderful.
By the timeCassiewas dry, her cheeks were flushed and her nerves felt scraped raw.Shefound the red nighty hanging from a hook and stared at it with loathing.
“I hate you,” she told it.
The nighty did not answer, because it was a piece of clothing and also because it knew it had already won.
There was nothing else to wear.Shedidn’t know what had become of her robe—probably it was still somewhere in the decontamination room but it was filthy with blood and zombie saliva from where theInfectedhad bit her.Evenif she could find it, she wouldn’t wear it again.
SoCassiehad no choice but to pull the skimpy red silk over her head again.Itslid down over her body like a whisper and immediately clung in all the wrong places, barely covering her breasts and hips, leaving her thighs bare, and doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that her nipples were still hard.
She tugged at the hem, trying to make it longer which didn’t work in the least.Whyoh why had she decided to go to bed early the evening she was thrown out of theCrystalCity?Ifonly she’d stayed up a little later she wouldn’t have been caught in the middle of a zombie apocalypse in nothing but a too-short, skimpy red nighty.
For that matter, if only she’d chosen to do laundry when she should have, she would have had her more comfortable pjs on, which she’d brought with her fromEarth.Butthey had all been in the dirty clothes and she hadn’t felt like laundry earlier that day.Soshe’d wound up wearing something she’d bought for her honeymoon withSskarthand had never worn since.
And so here she was—stuck with the evil nighty.
“This isn’t clothing,” she muttered through gritted teeth.“Thisis the sum of all my bad decisions with spaghetti straps!”
Unfortunately, it was the only bad decision she had, so she put it on.
Cassie ran a hand through her damp hair and looked at herself in the small reflective panel above the sink.Shelooked flushed and mussed and much too awake for a woman who had been attacked by zombies, rescued by aliens, pleasured by twoKindredwarriors, and then had to perform emergency oral burn care on aBeastKindred’spenis before breakfast.Notto mention the little “ride” she’d taken on that self-same penis and the resulting fountain of cum that had bathed her insides.Despiteher long shower, she still wasn’t sure she’d gotten all ofRavik’scum out of her pussy.
Her life had become completely insane.Butif the virus was trying to make her want things she shouldn’t want, then she needed to know that before it got worse.
Taking a deep breath,Cassieturned toward the door.
She would findSeverin.Shewould give him his samples.Shewould tell him—calmly and clearly—that her body was acting weird.
She wouldnotblurt out that she kept imagining him bending her over his lab table whileRavikwatched.Shewouldnottell him about the giant bed fantasy or the kissing fantasy or the fact that her nipples had nearly made her knees buckle when she dried off with a towel.
She would be mature, scientific, helpful, and—thanks to her loathsome red nighty—mostlyclothed.
And ifSeveringave her that intense, hungry look with his fangs out, or ifRaviktried to pull her into his lap again, she would absolutelynotmelt into a puddle on the bunker floor…she would try not to, anyway, she promised herself.
Cassie lifted her chin and opened the door.Thenshe stepped into the hallway to find theBloodKindredscientist and confess that something was very definitely wrong with her body.
AndGodhelp her, she just hoped he could fix it.
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SEVERIN
AfterCassandracleaned up and helped treat his hand,Severinfinally got the other samples he needed.
“Are you all right?”he asked her quietly as he finished taking the last cheek swab.
“Ithinkso,” she said, but she looked troubled and her scent was muted.
“Are you hurt?”Severinasked her bluntly.“Thecompounds inRavik’sprecum should have helped you stretch, but he’s very large, so?—”
“No, no—nothing like that,” she said quickly.“Ijust…Idon’t know whyIacted…the wayIacted when he…did what he did.”
