The lessons I had with Lawrence and Jack were coming in handy this morning. Keeping my focus on where Quinn was in the house gave me the advantage to be anywhere he was not. So far, two hours after our little bump-n-grind in my bed and I have been able to avoid him.

On the downside the more I focused on him the more my hormones played havoc with my body. Pleasuring myself in the shower, which became more of a necessity then a pleasure these days, did not help much with my needs. It had to be done just so I was able to focus on everyday things, such as thinking. This has become part of my morning routine after waking up to one of the very sexual explicit dreams. I was going to need another shower soon. Even Mr.I.Don't.Talk.Back wasn't doing the trick anymore. Over the past few weeks I had felt like I was on the verge of easily becoming a sex addict. Of course minus the actual act of having sex, because I wasn't having any! Being surrounded by sexy willing men did not help. It was getting out of hand and I knew I needed to get things under control and soon.

Flashbacks of Quinn's hard body on top of mine, his lips pressed against mine and of course, his hardness rubbing against my bud. Stomach tightening, skin feeling hypersensitive and my panties were damp again. I turned on the cold water in the kitchen and started to splash my face, trying to think of anything besides naked hard bodies.

Drying my face with a towel, I turned and rested my butt against the counter. Fighting not to scream wordlessly into the towel I lowered it to see Quinn standing a couple feet from me with his arms crossed watching me. He found a white loose fit T and a pair of relaxed fit medium washed jeans with his bare feet, his perfect bare feet sticking out the bottom. I stifled a groan; ready to bolt through the nearest door. The sexual fantasy about him moments ago let my guard down on where he was in the house.

"Don't," Quinn stiffened ready to stop me from running. "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. We are very sexual creatures and like it or not you are more like us then you expect."

Well that was just fantastic, I thought. "Really? You think so?" The sarcasm just oozed out of me. "I'm a walking fucking sex bomb ready to go off at any time. I dream of sex all night and today I had a dream about you then acted it out. Yeah that's fucking normal," I bit out. Anger was always easier to show then embarrassment. During my rant, a cocky smile lit up Quinn's face. "What are you smiling at?" I barked.

"You were dreaming about me?" he asked with way too much pleasure.

I screamed out my frustration and humiliation. Quinn sobered, "Listen, I won't say anything, Ok. Have you talked to Jack about this? He will be able to help you."

Before I could rant some more the doorbell went. "Speak of the devil," I huffed then stomped off to let him in.

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JACK

Walking through the door, I knew something was wrong. Sam seemed nervous and frustrated, and although Quinn's face gave away nothing, his body language did. He seemed to find something amusing as well as something else I could not put my finger on yet. Quinn was doing everything possible not to look at Sam and pretending everything was fine, but I knew the opposite was true.

"Morning," I greeted them as I headed for the front room keeping Sam and Quinn in sight from the corner of his eye.

Sam walked Quinn to the door. "We good?" Quinn asked in a hush tone, but I could still hear them loud as day.

Sam let out a breath before looking up at Quinn. Nodding her head then added, "Thank you and I'm sorry about earlier," she whispered back.

Quinn took her hands in his then lowered his head to give her a peck on the side of the mouth before he left. Well that is interesting. I thought.

Sam walked stiffly into the room with her hands clasped together. Keeping my tone level and non-threatening, I asked, "Is everything alright?" Knowing damn well it was not.

Straightening her shoulders and looking right into his eyes, "I have a problem and Quinn thinks that you may be able to help me," she said. "Basically I feel like a time bomb that could go off anytime and when it does I'm going to end up jumping some poor guy walking down the street," she rushed out, sounded frustrated and ashamed.

I thought I knew what she was talking about, but wanted her to be clear and not put words in her mouth so I asked, "What exactly do you mean?" I took a seat on the couch hoping she would see I was relaxed and not judgmental. I wasn't at all but I needed Sam to feel more comfortable with the conversation she clearly did not want to have.

Rubbing her heels of her palms against her eyes, she started, "My sex drive," she blurted, "It's off the charts, and it's getting worse. All my dreams are about sex. When I wake up the sheets are soaked with sweat, my skin is hypersensitive, and I throb." She sounded in pain as she finished. "And this morning I was all over Quinn. I was acting out my dream of him with him. God what's wrong with me?" She collapsed in the chair holding her head in her hands.

I stayed silent for a minute. "To be honest with you Sam, I don't have a clue. From my personal experience with other Tlazolteotl you are more in tuned with us then they were. You are more like one of us then they were. I am not sure if it has to do with the fact that you are close with both Lions and Wolves, or that you are just more powerful. Both our doctors are working on it.

"After our first full moon and until the next one our sex drive takes over and that is all we think about. It can be a very rough couple of weeks. But after that, things settle down. Our desire for intimacy is stronger than the average human and that includes sex and touch," I explained.

"This has been going on longer than four weeks. It has increasing got worse since I arrived here and I have been here for four months. I'm telling you Jack I don't know how much longer I can control myself," Sam sounded desperate.

Kneeling down in front of Sam, taking her hands away from her face, "Sam, sex isn't a bad thing," I said in a hushed tone.

She barked out a laugh, "Oh yeah. Dmitri and Nickoli," she said with sarcasm.

She had me there. I chuckled, "You have a point. Let me talk to Lawrence and the doctors and between all of us we will do are best to figure out something and fast." That was all I could think of and hoped it would do for now.