Chapter 8: The Devil You Know – part 3
After giving Jake his late-night bottle, Shane strode over to Joon’s quarters like he did every other night. He let himself in and was pleased to find everything the way he liked it. The lights were dimmed. Music from his favorite Dead Can Dance CD softly sounded from stereo speakers. He stepped into Joon’s bedroom, eager to see what she’d come up with tonight.
Joon sat gracefully in the armchair in the corner of the room sipping a glass of red wine. Another glass sat on the windowsill beside her. She’d curled her dark hair and pinned on top of her head the way he liked it. She must have taken the pigmentation serum with dinner since her skin had already darkened. Or perhaps a bit later, Shane mused, thinking of her now-permanent “tan.” With each application of the serum the more melanin her skin produced on a regular basis. Shane guestimated that at the current rate she’d be permanently dark-skinned in two years.
I’d better not be stuck screwing her instead of—
Shane shoved the thought to the back of his mind. It was fairly easy to do with the woman’s voluptuous figure on display under a sheer silk gown. After Harris had betrayed him, Shane had empathically encouraged Joon to tone her body and gain some weight. Most of the 15 pounds she’d put on was muscle. And he’d replaced the ridiculous saline breast implants with fat from elsewhere in her body. Her tits were almost as luscious as—
Joon rose to her feet, pressing the other glass of wine into his hand. What took you so long? she purred.
Shane smiled and kissed her (fuller, but not too full to be unflattering) lips. You’ve been practicing.
For you, she said. The gene therapy was working beautifully. Joon would never be a strong psychic, but at least her mind was no longer a shallow puddle. His mind had something to twine with when he fucked her.
They lounged on the bed as they finished their wine, letting their hands and minds wander. Before long Joon had undressed Shane and was ready to ride him. Patience, he told her as he squeezed one of her breasts with his free hand. Seeing the contrast of his skin on hers never failed to arouse him.
Between the foreplay and Joon’s newly discovered empathy she was already trembling with need. When she reached for the hem of her gown Shane set his glass aside and pulled her to him. “Not until I say.”
Joon sighed with pleasure. “Yes, M—”
Do you know who you are?
Joon froze. Her emotions ground together then reformed. Doctor Addison Harris. Her thoughts sounded British. Shane grinned as indignation surged through her. “Get off me, wanker,” she growled, breaking free of his grip.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Shane murmured, pitching his voice the way that sent shivers up her spine.
Joon/Addison trembled, but scooted to the edge of the bed. She scowled at the gauzy excuse for a dress. “I don’t know how the bloody hell you get me in these things.”
Shane waited patiently on the bed. Because you know I like them.
Joon/Addison snorted. Since when do I care about that?
Since you discovered how I can make you feel. Smirking, Shane telekinetically squeezed her breasts, then moved his attention between her legs. She gasped, bunching the comforter in her fists.
When Joon/Addison skirted the edge of orgasm Shane stopped. She slumped on to the bed, simultaneously glaring and devouring him with her eyes. Fuck you.
Ask nicely, Shane gloated.
Grinning devilishly, he telekinetically brought her to climax. Joon/Addison cried aloud, then crumpled from the bed to the floor, panting.
Shane crawled to the edge of the bed to smile down at her. He was predator, she prey. “How much more can you stand?”
Although desire radiated from her, Joon/Addison continued to resist. One hand slipped between her legs, only to be pushed back to her side by Shane telekinetically. “Aht,” he scolded.
She hurled a blue streak of expletives at him, then whimpered Why can’t I block you?
Because I’m better than you. Shane slid on top of her sensual, needy body. Stronger.
Shane took her breast in his mouth as his hands wandered. What other reason could there be?
Joon/Addison’s hatred and lust boiled over. “Because I want you,” she panted. Her hands clawed at his back as she surrendered, trying to push her hips onto him.
“Not yet,” Shane whispered, savoring her frenzy. He took his time enjoying the taste and feel of her. When he couldn’t wait any longer he had her. For a few blistering minutes they had each other. Then sleep consumed them.
When Shane awoke Joon’s skin had nearly lightened to its now-normal tone. She was sitting up, examining the shredded silk gown. Amusement rippled from her. “When did this happen?”
“I’m not sure,” Shane replied honestly, caressing her back. He’d heal her bruises and his scratches before he left.
Tossing the ruined garment aside, she turned around and slid on top of Shane. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her, so close to Harris’. “You know what’s weird?” Joon giggled.
“Since I started the gene therapy, it’s like a dream. Sex, I mean.” Purring, she reached for his dick. Shane wasn’t in the mood, so he didn’t let the organ respond. Joon soon moved her hand elsewhere. “It’s fabulous and I remember every touch, but it’s almost like I’m not there. Weird, huh?”
Shane shrugged. “Sex is intense for empaths.”
Joon smiled, pushing her fondness and desire to him. “I know.” She glanced at the clock. “If we hurry, there’s time for another round.”
Joon pouted, but didn’t protest. She sat up, twisting around to get a glimpse of the bruises on her back and thighs. “Would you heal me, then?”
“Of course.” After summoning his prism to his hand, Shane got to work. Healing the bruised tissue required a few minutes. Strengthening the psychic conditioning that allowed her to emulate Harris took a bit longer. That was the only experiment that Joon wasn’t aware of. Better she doesn’t, Shane mused, shielding the thought from Joon. Conditioning pushed the bounds of propriety even for him, but god, were the results worth it.