Authors: Kate Douglas
Thoughts of Adam swept over her with a brief wash of longing. His taut, muscular chest and rippling abs, the long blond hair falling over his eyes as his body covered hers. But he was gone and Mei was here, all slim and soft. Their bodies met, breast to breast, belly to belly, mouths exploring, hands kneading taut buttocks. All senses and thoughts attuned, one to the other, they pressed close and clung. Bodies slick with sweat and shower, they explored, touching, tasting, plucking at turgid nipples, tracing fingers through damp clefts and warm openings.
There was something almost mystical about Mei’s touch, the way her fingers brushed Eve’s nipples with the barest of pressure, shaped the curve of her breast and followed the line of each rib. Eve copied the younger woman, following her lead, stroking along the smooth line of her hip, teasing the smooth mound between her thighs.
She felt Mei’s response, the liquid rush of pleasure when Mei rolled her hips and helped drive Eve’s fingers over her hooded clit. Eve rubbed small circles over that tiny bundle of nerves and felt the electric charge between her own legs, felt the rush of warm fluids, the pulsing in her labia as blood rushed to her sex.
Eve raised her hips in response and Mei slipped lower on the bed to kneel between her legs. There was a feral look in her eyes, a needy, greedy sense of arousal that sent a shiver along Eve’s spine. Something was different. At first Eve wasn’t sure what, when it slammed into her, spiking her growing arousal even higher.
Mei was taking charge, usurping Eve’s sense of control with nothing more than a glance. She caught Eve watching her and smiled, but her thoughts suddenly disappeared behind solid, protective walls. Eve shivered again, but her lips parted and her womb fluttered in response. She grasped the bedspread with both hands, anchoring herself as Mei shoved pillows beneath her hips, raising her.
Preparing her.
Three weeks of screaming need, three weeks without Adam, with a body growing more aroused after each shift, had left her primed on the edge of orgasm. Mei slipped her hands beneath the pillows and grasped Eve’s buttocks in her long fingers. She lifted Eve’s hips even higher, licked her lips and leaned close.
Her silky hair formed a black curtain, hiding Mei from Eve’s view. She felt the brush of the long, damp strands across her belly and thighs and the muscles between her legs convulsed.
Warm breath touched her clit, a silky tongue parted her swollen labia and stroked her sex in one long, smooth sweep of heat.
Eve screamed, climaxing with Mei’s first touch. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but Mei’s shoulders held them apart. That amazing tongue found her clit, circled it once, then twice. A second climax slammed through Eve’s body. She tried to pull away, but Mei’s fingers dug into her buttocks and held her in place.
Mei licked her now, long strokes from ass to clit, her tongue probing the damp entrance to Eve’s sex, circling her clit, almost painful now as she forced yet another orgasm on Eve.
Whimpering, Eve gave up her struggle for control. Her thighs fell limply to either side, her fingers tightened around the bedcovers and she was carried away by sensation. Only then, with her surrender complete, did Mei allow Eve back into her thoughts.
They were filled with a jumble of twisted, tangled images. Confusion, arousal, curiosity. Obviously Mei didn’t realize what she’d done. Didn’t know the power of her own mind.
How, Eve wondered. How did this young woman wield power she didn’t understand? Power obviously beyond what Eve herself could control. Body shuddering, legs trembling and jerking with each sweep of Mei’s velvety tongue, Eve finally opened her eyes. She caught Mei sitting back on her heels, staring warily at her.
Eve reached out and touched the top of Mei’s thigh. Mei jumped, blinked and turned her head slowly to look down at the spot where fingers met flesh.
“This is just too weird.” Mei shook her head. Her body trembled, but Eve wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or something else. “I felt you again, in my head. I knew what you wanted. Where to touch you, where to lick you, how hard. I felt as if you controlled everything I did. What’s going on?”
Shocked, Eve scooted back and sat against the headboard. “I didn’t feel that way at all. I felt as if you were in control, as if you’d taken control.”
Eyes narrowing to dark slits, Mei covered her breasts with folded arms and glared at Eve. Her lips and chin glistened, still bathed in Eve’s intimate moisture. “You were in my head. Admit it.”
“As you were in mine.” Eve patted the mattress next to her. “Come, sit here. I’ll try and explain, at least as much as I’m able.”
Moving warily, more like a frightened animal than a young woman, Mei scooted closer to Eve. At least she’d stopped trembling, and she used a corner of the sheet to wipe her mouth, scraping it defiantly across her face. “Okay. I’m waiting.”
Eve nodded and took a deep breath. Anton had been very specific about not telling anyone about the Chanku, at least until she was certain the other person carried the same genes. With Mei, Eve was almost sure, but not quite.
She reached for Mei’s hand, spread Mei’s fingers out against her own, and admired their long, slender length and the perfectly shaped fingernails. Unusual, she thought, for a young woman who was homeless to have such perfectly groomed hands. Eve looked up and caught Mei’s intense stare.
“I think,” she said, “in a way, we are related. I can’t explain all the details, at least not yet, but when my friend Adam arrives, I’ll be able to tell you more. I’ll know more. Adam and I can communicate telepathically. It’s something in our genetic code. Obviously you and I have the same ability. I’m guessing you share the same genes, but I’m not certain. Have you ever been able to read minds before?”
Mei shook her head. Her eyes were wide and green, though her pupils narrowed once again to that intriguing vertical slit.
“The pill I gave you enhances that ability, but it’s too soon for it to have had any effect on you. You must have a powerful mind if you can communicate and pick up thoughts without the nutrients in that capsule.”
“You said it was just a vitamin.”
There was no avoiding the accusation in Mei’s voice. Eve dipped her chin, but she raised her head and looked directly at Mei when she answered. “I know. I couldn’t say anything more until I knew for sure if it would affect you, but since you’re already capable of at least a moderate form of telepathy, I’m going to assume you’ll just keep getting stronger. I didn’t want to lie to you, but I really needed to know. I sensed something in you from the beginning.”
“Did you sense my need for you?” Mei surprised her when she leaned forward and kissed Eve. “Did you know my body was reacting to yours from the beginning?”
On safer ground, Eve grinned. “Oh yeah. The feeling was mutual. And ya know what? It’s your turn, sweetie.” She leaned over and caught one of Mei’s nipples between her teeth, then sucked it into her mouth. Mei arched her back and moaned.
Eve’s mind flooded with sensation and she felt the spike of need run directly from the nipple between her lips to the damp recesses between Mei’s thighs. Mei didn’t want subtlety, nor did she need slow and steady. She wanted to climax, needed an orgasm to soothe the roiling emotions and powerful arousal thrumming through her veins.
Sliding lower along Mei’s sleek body, Eve went directly for her clit. Suckling the tiny organ between her lips as if it were a nipple, she tongued the underside at the same time her fingers were finding their way closer to Mei’s damp heat. Suckling and licking, Eve lost herself in the unfamiliar flavors, the smooth yet surprisingly solid curve of Mei’s clit, and the thick and swollen lips of her sex.
Mei groaned and her thoughts continued spilling over into Eve. She wanted penetration. She hovered, close now to coming, but she needed the sense of fullness only a man could give her.
Or a very large vibrator. Smiling to herself, blocking her thoughts as she suckled and licked, Eve reached for the drawer next to the bed. Her fingers locked on the smooth surface of her brand new vibrator. Shaped like a penis and made of some sort of gel-like substance over a rigid core, it felt almost lifelike in her grasp. She’d bought it because the large size, the broad crown, and thickly veined surface reminded her of Adam.
Holding this plastic imitation in her hand, Eve suddenly realized how much she needed the real thing. Mei was the key. She’d found Mei, and her fear of Adam and the commitment he represented, seemed totally unimportant.
Mei whimpered and drew her back to the here and now. Eve rubbed the smooth, rounded tip of the dildo back and forth between Mei’s legs, sliding across the sensitive nerves surrounding her anus, then slowly between her feminine folds to the base of her clit. Eve kept up her licking and sucking, well aware of Mei’s frustration with Eve for not taking her over the edge.
Mei raised her hips, bucking against Eve’s busy tongue and lips and she squirmed when the slick dildo slipped along the damp cleft between her cheeks, pausing to press just a little harder at her tightly puckered sphincter.
Eve pressed again and Mei moaned. Her body shuddered and her thoughts swirled incoherently. A sense of want and need, of delicious yearnings and anxious pleas for fulfillment drew Eve once again to the verge of coming.
Like Mei, she hung there, her own body awash in shared sensation, caught on the edge of her own climax, tuned to every touch of her tongue against Mei’s heat, every small slide of the lifelike phallus over anxious nerves. Finally, hands trembling, Eve placed the thick head of the vibrator against the damp entrance to Mei’s sex, clamped down on her clit with her lips and tongue and pushed the vibrator deep inside. At the same time, she flipped the base and turned it on.
Eve felt the tip press up against the mouth of Mei’s womb, only it was Eve’s womb that clenched against the vibrating phallus. Mei’s thoughts swamped Eve’s mind and the link was eternal, complete, the orgasm shared, one woman to the other. Mei arched her back and screamed. Eve’s muscles went rigid as she climaxed as well. She held the fake cock deep inside Mei, and felt the shivering life in the damned thing as if it pulsed against her own cervix.
Only it wasn’t made of plastic. Wasn’t held in her own hand at all. It was Adam pressing deep inside. Eve felt the roll of his hips as he thrust harder, heard his harsh, rasping breath as he struggled for control. Her mind swirled in convoluted eddies of fantasy and memory and shared sensation. Mei, Adam, and Oliver. The three of them mingling and becoming one.
Linked, all of them loving Eve. Loving Mei. A single entity, spilling out of Eve’s thoughts, joining Mei’s experience to Eve’s, combining them all in a lush melding of pure sexual arousal and desire.
Gasping for air, Eve set up a slow and steady rhythm. She felt as if she fucked herself, as if each penetrating slide inside Mei stretched her own channel around the warm bulk of the vibrating phallus.
She moved it faster and found a rhythm to match the tight clenching pulse of Mei’s orgasm. Images of Adam and Oliver faded away. Now Eve’s mind raced with the sense of Mei’s arousal, Mei’s past, Mei’s needs.
And over it all was a knowledge of something other. Something beyond Chanku. Something feral and cruel, powerful and alone.
Always alone.
Shaken by alien images and feelings, by unfamiliar sensations, and missing Adam and Oliver more than she ever would have imagined, Eve slowly pulled the vibrator out of Mei’s channel. Mei whimpered, her clenching muscles grasping the phallus even as Eve pulled it free.
Breathing hard, Eve planted one more kiss on Mei’s smooth mound, just above her clit, and then she backed away.
She wasn’t sure. Couldn’t tell why or what was different about this woman. Eve had very little experience of her own as Chanku, though she’d learned much from her links with both Keisha and Xandi. Still, what she felt now was totally alien, this feeling she had with the woman who sprawled boneless and sated in her bed. The woman who sighed with repletion, who gazed at her out of half-lidded eyes.
Mei was different. Chanku, yet not. Feral, intelligent, wild and free, yet trapped in her own world of images and half-memories.
Memories that confused and bedeviled Eve. Running her hand softly along Mei’s trembling flank, she buried her worries behind a smile and thought longingly of Adam. He would know what was wrong. Adam always had answers. He fixed things, didn’t he?
She lay down beside Mei and closed her eyes. She thought again of Adam and Oliver. They had belonged in her fantasy, but now she was surprised that for once their images came into her mind first, before the other members of the Montana pack. Still, the others were there as well. Stefan, so tall and handsome and full of fun, his mate Xandi, always practical but with a twinkle in her eye, her perfect baby boy snuggled in her arms.
Keisha, regal and beautiful, an African princess in bearing and action with her dark hair pulled back in braids and beads, her amber eyes aware of so much more than Eve had wanted to share. And then there was Keisha’s mate, Anton. Just thinking of Anton sent a shiver along Eve’s spine. He was all gorgeous male and pure mystery combined, powerful and aloof, yet an absolute pussycat where Keisha and their little girl, Lily Milina were involved. A Chanku shapeshifter, a wizard, a father, and a friend. He’d frightened her at first, but Eve knew Anton was someone she could always count on.
Just as she could count on Adam Wolf. And Oliver.
Why, when she thought of Oliver, did she always smile? Eve wasn’t quite sure, but Anton’s manservant-slash-friend was definitely special. Thinking of all the new men in her life, Eve rolled to her back and listened to Mei’s breathing as it slowed, steadied, and took on the cadence of sleep.
Mei was a mystery. Obviously not purely human, yet not entirely Chanku, either. Adam would know what to do. Like Anton Cheval, Adam always seemed to have answers.
Eve really hoped he could fix the truck. She wasn’t necessarily worried about Mei. Just curious, more than anything. Whatever mystery surrounded the young woman would eventually come to light, but damn, the truck was something else. She’d ripped a lot of stuff loose under the hood. Stuff that might be really important. She hoped Adam saw the humor in what she’d done. It wouldn’t be nearly as great a plan if her actions made him angry.