Chapter 3: Cravings – part 2
For a brief, terrifying moment Shane surrendered to lust. He’d been on his way to his quarters after a 14 hour stint at the lab when Harris, who’d been parading around the facility horny and half naked, bumped into him. She latched on to Shane with arms and legs and tongue. He responded in kind, pressing her against the concrete wall so his hands were free to explore her exquisite body.
Harris felt and tasted and smelled heavenly. Everything seemed exaggerated, from her swollen breasts, rounded abdomen, and how she expertly teased him through his pants. Her mind entwined with his, heightening his desire. With so much contact he felt what she felt, including their son stirring in her womb.
That was enough of a shock to bring Shane to his senses. He fled to his alien side before Harris could do anything to his mind. The whole encounter could be a ploy to get a toehold there.
Harris noticed his sudden distance. Shane took advantage of her predicament before she could squirm away. Despite her alarm, Harris was still hot and wet and wanting. Supporting her with one leg under her ass, Shane pleasured her with one hand while the other roamed. It was a shame he had to experience it from his emotionless alien side. He would have enjoyed every moment, from Harris writhing in his grasp to the Triptych employees walking by, attention riveted but knowing better than to stop and gawk.
After Harris’ orgasm ebbed, Shane set her on her feet and tugged her short nightgown down. “Was it good for you?” he smirked.
Harris stared, panting, for a few moments. Then she rushed forward, beating her fists against his chest. “Wanker!”
The woman’s reaction was so unexpected that Shane didn’t think to dodge. Instead he laughed, savoring her humiliation. To stop her hammering fists and enjoy her body for a little longer, Shane looped an arm around Harris’ waist and pulled her close. He breathed into her ear, “From where I’m standing, I’d say it was very good for you.”
Harris’ desire and outrage lashed against Shane’s mental shields. Anger won, and her shields walled off her mind. Yet Harris remained pressed against him. “Yes, thank you very much,” she whispered. Sarcasm soured her words.
Shane knew he’d gone too far. Before he could disentangle himself from the woman, Harris added, “Too bad I won’t be returning the favor.” Her ardor surged into Shane, breaking his hold on his alien calm. He moaned when she ground against him. Then her mind withdrew.
“I didn’t want to get in your head, Myers,” she hissed. “I wanted this.” Harris rubbed her hip against his crotch. Shane drew a ragged breath and grabbed for her, but the woman danced away. “It might have been fun. Pity.” With a wicked grin she spun on her heel and strode away.
Shane stared after the bitch, his pulse pounding. It took a few moments for him to wrestle his body under control. Once he did, he headed north toward C wing. Although outwardly Shane seemed composed, his endocrine system screamed for sex. Fortunately he had an outlet.