Khan (11 page)

“Yes. All the time when I’m with you,
even when I’m not with you.” She looked over at him when he spoke. His voice
had taken on that purr again, and it was low and full of sex.

“Will you? Change me? Will you convert
me, Khan?” She thought about what Caitlynne had told her. The bite was painful
and hurt, but when she woke up from it, she felt…well, she said she’d felt
fucking mother of God fantastic.

“I would love to have you running by my
side when I’m in the woods. I want to see you sleek and black, your fur shining
under the moonlight. I would love to take you as a cat, lean over you while you’re
her and take you hard on the ground.” Her body responded to his descriptions. “Come
here, Monica. Come here and let me show you how I would take you.”

She moved as if in a dream. When she
stepped away from the window, the moonlight washed over his skin, and she could
see every muscle, every defined shape of him, and thought about his cat. Standing
still, she took off her shirt and dropped it on the floor. She wanted him, but
she wanted him to want her too.

“When you look at me this way, all I can
think about is you deep inside of me. I can feel your cock as it touches me in
those places that send me over the edge. I love when you suckle at my nipples.”
She lifted them up and circled her nipples with her fingers. “I love it when
you suck them hard and make them tight.”

“Come here.” His voice held a command,
compulsion she’d been told, but she fought it and waited for him to come to
her. When he stood up and walked to her, she could see that he was hard,
straining from his body. She reached out to touch him when he was close enough.

“So hard and soft. Your cock is as thick
as my wrist and all mine.” She started to run her hand up and down him, but he
wrapped his hand over hers. “I want to taste you like this. I want to take you
into my mouth and feel you come there.”

He growled at her and she dropped to her
knees. Not letting go of him, she licked the thick crown and then took it into
her mouth, catching the pearl of cum there on the tip. Moaning, she licked him
from root to tip and looked up at him.

“I’ve never done this before. Tell me
how to make you come.” His short bark of laughter nearly had her move away from
him, but he wrapped his hand in her hair and guided her back to his cock.

“You do any better than you just did and
I’m going to die.” She licked at him again when he fisted his cock and held it
for her. “I want to feel your mouth around me. I want to fuck you this way,
pump in and out of your sweet mouth and touch the back of your throat until I
come down it.”

She did as he asked until he stopped
speaking. Monica held onto his hips as she took him in her mouth and bobbed her
head over him. Christ, he was delicious, and every time she tasted more of him,
she felt her eyes roll in the back of her head. But she wanted more still.

Cupping his balls in her hand, she
rolled them around until she thought she could get them into her mouth. Letting
go of his cock, she suckled one and rolled it with her tongue. His body became
hard, and she felt his hand curl tighter in her hair. When he pulled her away
from her feast, she nearly snarled at him. He told her to open, commanded it,
and his cock was in her mouth, down her throat, and he was fucking her hard. Swallowing,
she felt him slide past the tightness and down. When he came, she gagged
slightly, but swallowed again, and he cried out his release.

Her body was screaming for her to do
something, anything to ease the ache between her own thighs. As she slid her
hand down her body and to her wet pussy, she was being jerked up off the floor
and tossed onto the bed.

“My turn.” Before she could ask what he
meant, he was suckling at her clit. It only took a second for her release to
take her, but he didn’t stop, not even when she begged him to. When he pressed
his fingers, several of them by the feel, deep into her, she rode him as
another then another climax took her. When he finally lifted his head, she thought
he was finished, she knew that she was, but he only moved up her body, biting
and laving her tiny hurt with his tongue.

“I’m going to mount you and then mark
you again. Roll over and put your ass up for me to fuck you.” She nearly
panicked, nearly told him no when he rolled her over and lifted her. “I won’t
hurt you, not ever, but I need to take you, give my cat a chance to mark you.” He
entered her hard; her body primed and ready for him, he slid deep. When she
raised her head to move back against him, she felt a sting of his hand over her
ass.

“I said it’s my turn. I take you now and
you’ll come like this.” His hand came down again and she moaned deep. “You like
this, don’t you? You like me fucking you and spanking you.”

His hand came down twice more, and she
came both times. When he leaned over her and pinched her clit, she came apart,
screaming out his name and begging him to come. When he licked along her
shoulder, she bared her throat for him, and when he bit, she screamed again through
one of the hardest climaxes she’d ever had.

Monica dimly heard him shout out his own
release, felt him collapse over her. His weight dead against her own, she tried
to hold them both up. When she dropped on the bed, he rolled over to his back,
taking her with him.

“I love you, Monica. I love you more
than I’ve ever dreamed possible.”

She felt a blanket cover them, and she
snuggled under his arm when she rolled over. She yawned and wrapped her hand
into his chest hair. “I love you too.” She closed her eyes and felt herself
drifting off the sleep. His snores, loud and near her ear, didn’t bother her as
much as she thought they might, and she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

~~~

Khan reached for her and felt a cold
sheet. Rolling over to see if he missed her, he saw that she was gone. Smiling,
he remembered the four or five times he’d reached for her last night, and she’d
responded to him willingly each time.

He got up and went to the shower to get
cleaned up and go find her. He wanted to tell her that he wanted to wake with
her beside him from now on. He stopped brushing his teeth for a second and
reworded it in his mind. He’d
prefer
that she was there when he woke, so
he could make love to her first thing in the morning. Smiling, he took a quick
shower and dressed.

She was standing over the stove, cooking
something. He looked over at Sebastian and raised his brow when his brother
shook his head. Something was going on and it didn’t seem like it was a good
thing. He walked up behind her and looked over her shoulder at…he wasn’t sure
what.

“Want some help?” She turned slightly,
and he could see that her eyes were filled with unshed tears. He nearly took
the pan from her when Reed spoke up from behind him.

“She said she knew how to cook at one
time, but it’s been awhile. We told her we’d be her lab rats.” Reed was trying
to sound cheerful, but he sounded like he was upset too.

“I was a really good cook a long time
ago. And I could make a really good omelet. I think I’ve forgotten how.” She
looked ready to toss the pan in the sink. He wanted to tell her to go sit down,
he’d take care of it, but he only got more eggs out of refrigerator.

“I like western omelets myself.” He
looked at his brothers. “Reed, why don’t you chop up the peppers, and Sebastian,
can you make some potatoes? How do Obrien’s sound?”

He moved around her, took the pan with
the mess in it, and handed her a fresh one. He said something about the
incorrect cooking pans, and why were there so many, when she sprayed it with
the oil. Handing her the bowl of beaten eggs, he watched her pour them in the
pan and stir them around the edges so they could cook quicker. She seemed to be
getting the hang of it when he turned to Sebastian.

He’d cut up some of the leftover baked
potatoes they’d had last night for dinner and had some onions on the same
cutting board. Sliding them in another pan, he tossed them around until they
were hot and browned. Keeping an eye on Monica, who was making the second pan
full of eggs, he asked for and received four plates.

By the time they were ready to eat, she
was making jokes about confidence, and his brothers were laughing with her. He
was just glad they’d kept their mouths shut about the mess she’d first made.

“How is your link working? Have you
figured out how to speak to all of us yet?” Sebastian looked at Khan when he
spoke. “I still have trouble with Caitlynne at times; she tends to block when
she’s stressed.”

“What link thing?” She took another bite
of eggs and looked at him. “I would think that Caitlynne was good with computers.”

He laughed and reached to her mind.
“He
means speaking like this. We have our own line of private communication, and we’ll
have one with all of them, my family, as well.”

He watched her face when she didn’t
respond back to him. When she put down her fork and looked at Sebastian, he
burst out laughing.

“She got me. Reed?”

He nodded too, grinning at her like she
was a prize he’d just won at the fair. When she turned to Khan, he watched her
face and knew she was trying. He connected with her again.
“Follow it back
to me. You should be able to send me thoughts anytime you want.”
He was
nearly ready to tell her not to try so hard when he was flooded with warmth and
love.
“That’s it, baby. Perfect. Can you speak to me?”

“I don’t know, it makes my head hurt. I
can…I can speak to Walker too. He’s with the president and Marshall. He said to
tell you he wants omelets tomorrow.” She grinned at him.

“Tell Walker he can make his own—”
She cut him off
verbally and for now he was fine with that. He was more concerned with her
speaking to Walker
.

“Not Walker, the president. He wants the
omelets. Walker said he has his wife cook for him.”

Khan didn’t move.
“You mean Walker
told you the president wanted omelets. You mean he relayed the information to
you.”
She shook her head.
“Monica, honey, you can’t talk to other
species. Only panthers.”

“I don’t know what you mean. I’m talking
to the president, and his aide, Marshall, said that you should believe him.
Warren said he’s going to call you right now.”

Khan’s phone rang and he nearly had a
heart attack. When he answered, he was surprised by the laughter.

“She most certainly talked to me, both
of us. How the hell is she able to do that?” Khan told him he didn’t know. “Well
I got to tell you, it’ll be damned helpful to me if I could borrow her for
special occasions. Could help me work out a great many deals with others, if
you know what I mean.”

Khan nodded. “I guess it would. I had no
idea that anyone could do that.” Khan took her hand and realized how cold it
was. He kissed it and smiled at her, but in truth, he was afraid for her. People
would kill her for what she could do.

After ending the call with Warren, they
all cleaned up the kitchen. Monica was quiet, but the boys more than made up
for the lack of responses from her. He knew they had heard what had happened,
but they’d not said anything. When they left the kitchen, thanking her for
cooking for them, she sat down.

“Am I in trouble? Because if I am, I
want to know right now.” She pounded her fists on the table. “Right now, Khan.”

“Why on earth would you be in trouble? I
mean, I’m afraid for you. If someone, another species, finds out you can listen
in on the conversations that are for their packs or groups, they may get a tad
pissy, but you’re not in trouble.”

“Then tell me why I can do this. I want
to know why you looked so…ashamed of me because I could talk to Warren.”

“Ashamed? Of you? Never. Christ, what I
wouldn’t give to know what someone I’m talking to is thinking. If they are
planning an attack or if they have five hundred of their kind on my porch. But
ashamed? No, I love you.” He kneeled down in front of her. “You are so
wonderful and special to me that I can’t help but be mesmerized by you every time
I look at you.”

She laughed. “Okay, that was a little
over the top. Good, but too much.”

He kissed her. “I’m working on it. Bear
with me, okay?”

Dylan sat in the kitchen. He’d been
traveling all day and he was tired. He had to drive back tonight too, as he had
class in the morning. But when Reed had called him, he knew it was important to
Khan and Monica that he make the trip. When the pretty little maid told him
that Mr. Khan and Miss Monica were on their way, she winked at him. Dylan,
never one to pass up a chance to get laid, winked back.

When they both walked in, he stood up. The
girl had certainly changed from the last time he’d seen her. He nodded to her,
then shook her hand and hugged Khan. They had their differences and plenty of
them, but they were brothers first and foremost.

“I thought you couldn’t get away.” Dylan
nodded at Khan’s statement. “But you drove all the way up here when you could
have flown with us.”

“So I did. I have to talk to you both.
It’s important.” When the maid left the room, Dylan leaned in his chair to
watch her walk away. He sure loved a woman’s ass. When Khan cleared his throat
and Monica giggled, he sat up.